John smiled warmly down at him. He liked this position. He could watch the expressions on Sherlock's face. He licked his lips and then slowly ran his fingers down Sherlock's shoulders and chest.

"I want to. I want to see you come apart and shout my name. I want to see you utterly spent under me." He told Sherlock.

John wanted Sherlock to be happy and content. To enjoy what they did, knowing the man reached his finish as well.