"Alright." Sherlock whispered in John's ear. He gripped John's cock with one hand, and with the other, he spread John's cheeks.

He paused when he was right against John's hole, his hot breath on the sensitive skin. "I want to hear and feel you come.." He said, then was silent again.

Sherlock tongue dipped into his entrance again, as deep as he could go, while his right hand stroked John, hard and fast. He ran the pad of this thumb over John's head with each upstroke, and on the down stroke, rubbed against his balls. His tongue delved deep, finding every crevice, every nerve, intent on making John fall over the edge.