Every part of his skin was on fire, it felt like all of his nerves were firing on all cylinders, and the slightest touch sent a rocket of flame up his spine and throughout his whole body.

It took a moment after the nipping and sucking stopped for Sherlock to process the question that had been presented to him.

THIS was why he loved John Watson. He could make his entire mind shut down. He wasn't deducing, his mind wasn't running at a million kilometers per hour. When he was with John, John could make him stop thinking and just... FEEL.

When he was finally able to answer, his voice was so low, even he could almost not hear it.

"P-p-please.." He begged, in a low throaty whine. "Please... t-take me..."