"Ahhhhh.. John...." It was sheer ecstasy, being inside, feeling him around him. Even if Sherlock had wanted to stay still, there was no way that he could have.

As much as he tried to move slowly, all of the buildup to this moment meant that he was already close to the edge... He wanted to keep this going as long as possible.

Sherlock gripped John's hips tight, hard enough to leave bruises, but neither of them cared at this moment.

He sped up his thrusts, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow.. He couldn't even form words any more, he could only groan and grunt, showing his feelings physically that he couldn't speak any more.