Sherlock was confused. Why wouldn't John touch him. Had he said or done something wrong? He wanted to ask, but when John started to thrust harder and faster, he couldn't think about anything else but being fucked and stroking himself.

Desperately, he reached underneath his body. He groaned with pleasure at the touch, knowing that it would be sweet relief. All Sherlock had to do was hold his cock, John was so strong with his thrusts that he was throwing his body forward with each jab into him. He would essentially fuck himself.

His other hand clawed at the sheets, but he couldn't get purchase. He was speared onto that gigantic cock, being tossed like a ragdoll while John used and abused him. with each thrust John made Sherlock stroke himself. He could already feel the pressure growing, he knew it would only be a few more strokes..

"Ahhhh... Mm-more.. p-p-please.." He cried. He wanted John to let go, to give him everything, to fill him and fill him and then plug him so Sherlock would never forget what had just happened.

He was close, right on the edge now.. just a bit more...