John licked his lips as Sherlock tugged him. He reached up and ran a hand through the man's curls. "Look at you. So needy. So desperate." He whispered, "Do you want to sink your cock into me?"

He rocked his hips against Sherlock's, feeling how hard the man was under him. It was starting to make him hard, make him want and need. He shivered and moaned softly, unable to help himself.

"God, you gorgeous man. I love your thick cock filling me, you laying there as I ride you, take my pleasure from you."