John couldn't help it, he put his hand over Sherlock's groin and squeezed. Oh yes. He loved this. Being close to his mate like this. He groaned as he pulled back.

"Sherlock..." He whispered, "Oh how you make me want."

He stared at his mate, licking his lips. It was obvious he was hungry for it. For whatever the man could give him. He shivered and moved his hand a bit.