"John...." It wasn't really a statement or questions or simply calling his name.. It was low and needy and groaning.

He saw how John was subtly moving, and he read what John wanted to do. So Sherlock pulled John into his lap, bucking up as the man settled on top of him. While it was nice to take charge, there were times when he wanted John to take the lead and let him dictate the pleasure.

"John." He said again, somehow even needier than before. Perhaps if they didn't dawdle, they could toss off before they food arrived.

And if not...