John felt like he was floating, soaring. This was so much and yet he ached for more. He wasn't sure how that would be possible. Oh god. He cried out, unable to stop it.

The pain of that barbed cock in him. He shuddered. If he was mortal, it would have killed him. He would have died and he didn't think Sherlock would have stopped for that.

"Sherlock..." He gasped, sounding so needy. "Sherlock please...." He didn't want the man to stop. No. He wanted it to continue.