"Never." Sherlock leaned up and whispered in John's ear.

He pulled his hand out of John's trousers, but only long enough to pull them and his pants down at the same time, not all the way off his legs, but halfway down, so John was stuck where he was, totally at Sherlock's mercy.

"So many things I could do.." He purred. Lick, bite, suck, rub, jerk, or.. nothing." He teased, even though he had just said that he wouldn't stop.

"Oh, what should I do?" He put on a fake sound of despair, as if he couldn't choose, but the smile on his face showed that he knew exactly what he wanted to do to this man.