John cried out as Sherlock pushed, thrust. He felt everything bubbling and spilling over. He had never felt so filled, taken and loved. In this moment, it was everything that he had been missing. All the memories of his first lifetime with Hades came flooding back. He pressed his face into the man's neck, nails digging into Sherlock's shoulders. He could feel the room starting to cool, but it seemed to wrap around them.