John gasped when Sherlock pushed into him. He was cold, the difference between their bodies startling. He moaned and pushed back.

His head was spinning with ideas. Ideas of what Sherlock could do. What he could do. All of it. All of it and so much more. He whimpered and shifted a bit. But soon he calmed and took a deep breath.

No doubt Sherlock would start moving soon and it would send him spiralling.