Sherlock's look was hungry, but not predatory. There was a sweetness to it, under the mischievousness.

"I want to watch you fall apart and then put you back together, John Hamish Watson." He said, growling slightly.

"But I also want you to get the most pleasure that you can. I want to know what YOU want." He never stopped rocking and kissing, but he slowed a bit, not wanting to get too heated until they were done talking.