"Mmmm.. Johhhhhnn.." He groaned. God, John was a marvel.. he was sex personified. He was hard and leaking, and oh he wished that John could shift, but he knew that it was dangerous to do it too much.. If he did shift, Sherlock might not be able to hold himself back from impaling himself on it.

He turned so that John could see him lube up two fingers and press them inside of himself- stretching hi,self right away. "Nnngggf.." It was a good burn, bit of pain and pleasure. He hadn't fucked anything in months, he'd had some wanks, but that was about it, with all the stress of the pregnancy and moving.

Fuck, he needed this... BADLY.