"Please, what, John?" He teased. Sherlock wrapped his hand around his cock and held himself while he teased JOhn's hole, rubbing his head against the hole, and ALMOST pressing in, but then pulling back away.

He rubbed himself against John's arse cheeks, leaving little trails of precome glistening on his skin.

"I want to hear you say it." He almost pressed again, then pulled away a second time.