Sherlock was buggered hard and fast, being thrown forward with each thrust. He was finally able to get underneath his body and tug the front of his pajama bottoms down. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke in time with John's thrusts.

He was already so worked up, the first time he grabbed his turgid member, he knew that he was only going to last a few moments before he went off like a rocket. John had wound him up so much, he was like a spring ready to explode.