Sherlock hissed at the lube. It was cold and it raised goosebumps on the skin of his arse. John's fingers made pretty quick work of that, though. As he moved his two fingers in and out, his body heat, much warmer than Sherlock's own, warmed the liquid quickly. He was used to being stretched, so it wasn't painful at all when John spread his fingers wide inside of him

"Nnnng.." John was teasing him, and he loved and it and hated it at the same time. It just served to rile him up more, make him even more aroused, if that was even possible. He wanted to respond, but all that came out was a desperate, needy moan.