He didn't feel any pain. Just the slide of Sherlock's finger into him. A full body shudder wracked John and he moaned. He liked that. The slow press, the tease of pleasure. It was painful in a different way and he wanted more of it.

Over the years he had flings, but nothing meaningful. Not like he wanted this to be. Sherlock meant so much to him.

"I... oh...." he gasped, "Your fingers..."