John never thought about them going toe to toe in a fight. It was never a thought that honestly crossed his mind. He just... He didn't.

He gasped as he was turned and pressed back against the wall. John shifted and rocked his hard cock against the wall. It offered no relief, but his mind was addled. He needed relief. He needed something.

He kept his hands how they had been> Sherlock had put them there. A silent order. He whined and shifted.

John cried out when he felt that tongue along his arse. "Anything you want. I'll do anything..."