"Oh, you have no idea." He whispered in the man's ear, nibbling on it afterwards.
Sherlock shrugged his coat off onto the floor, and John managed to get Sherlock's shirt untucked, but that was as undressed as either of them were, for now at least.

Sherlock moaned at the lack of pressure of John against him when he pulled away to take him to another spot. His eyes canted over to the couch, so he took John's hand and led him there, sitting on the edge and looking up at John, a hot lust in his wide pupils.

At this angle he had a perfect view of John's crotch, so he buried his face in John's trousers, rubbing against the growing lump underneath.