"Ahhhh..." Another long, sticky dribble of precome leaked from his cock and it twitched, throbbing against John's skin.

Having three thick demon fingers, complete with claws inside your arse was something he had to get used to. John has to be careful, but Sherlock trusted him utterly, and John had never, ever hurt him, intentionally or accidentally- that had been something they had talked about the night they bonded, but it had never happened in the months that they had been together.

God, thinking about cocks and tentacles and who knew what else shoved inside of him made Sherlock groan, and another fat drop of precome formed at his slit. "Yessss.." He hissed out. "Pp-please John. Let me be your fuck toy... I.. I am yours.. body and soul..." Even though he technically didn't have one of the latter.