There was so much more he could do, he could show John with his magic. But not right now. There was a time for that, and right now all he wanted to do was bugger this man.

Sherlock bit his way down John's torso, leaving small red puncture wounds the whole way, until he got to his cock. He reverted his teeth back to normal, licking at the base of his cocks, down over his bollocks and down the cleft to the pucker between his cheeks.

"Roll over." He demanded. This was going to be a lot harder to do with John on his back.