"Never." Sherlock whispered again, leaning down into John's ear to breath the single word.

He was slow and steady, pressing in further and further, until his bollocks pressed against John. Oh God, he was fully seated inside him.

For a few moments, Sherlock stilled, letting John get used to the feeling of being so full before he started to move, oh so slowly at first, setting a steady rhythm. He leaned down and licked and kissed at any part of John that he could get his mouth on, nipples, neck, chest, every bit of exposed skin was fair game.