John nodded. "On the floor pet." He ordered. Once the instructions had been obeyed, he carefully went to his knees behind Sherlock. He ran his hands over the globes of that gorgeous arse and then spread the cheeks.

"Look how open you are..." he purred, "I bet if I wanted I could put my fist in you. Or you could take three cocks. I do love seeing you stuffed so much. So full."

He didn't wait for an answer before positioning himself and pushing in. John gasped and then began to thrust in and out.