Sherlock was quiet as he worked, listening to every sharp intake of breath, watching every rise and fall of his chest increasing as Sherlock works him open.

When his finger was loose enough, Sherlock lubed up his middle finger and slid it, slowly in, holding it tight against his index. John was so tight around him, and Sherlock knew that he would feel so tight around his cock, just the thought make him groan.

When he had moved both fingers all the way in, he scissored them open slightly, working John open more.. He was almost ready now. Sherlock would have to careful but he knew neithr of them wanted to wait a moment longer than they needed to.

"Almost John.. almost there..."