John ached for it. To be owned and fucked and had. He whimpered and grabbed at the sheets under him. He was scared if he touched Sherlock, it would be over too soon.

That blunt feeling of the head of that cock pressing against him. He sobbed and shook a bit. Dear god. In. In please.

And his world greyed out as he felt Sherlock finally push in. Oh god! He arched and cried out.