That single finger wasn't enough. No. John sobbed and begged. He would have come if it wasn't for the ring. He clutched at the blankets under him, begging Sherlock for more. More.

But oh. Glorious then. That finger found his prostate. He gave a yelp and then pushed his hips back towards that finger. They only had sex the once before, but this time... It was glorious. So good. Everything he wanted.