His head spun from the words and the touches. Oh. Oh wow. He shivered, feeling his trousers starting to tighten. Oh it had been so long and he wanted... He needed.

"Wow..." he breathed, bracing his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. The man was now on his knees in front of him and he... Oh god. He wanted it. All of it.

"For a four hundred year old you move really fast." John looked down at him.