Sherlock leaned his head back, banging the back of it against the couch, but right now, he didn't care. His eyes rolled back and closed, and he bucked up against John as a wordless response.

Yes, yes he did want to sink his cock into John, oh dear god, he wanted nothing more than that.. But if he did, they needed to hurry. His eyes opened and he shot back up into sitting position, his hands moving to the waistband of John's pajama bottoms.

"Hurry, John, get those infernal things off! " He said, his voice low but anxious. To encourage him, he rocked up again, not surprised that he was already hard and aching.