"I want you to hurt me." He looked back at John, lust in his eyes. "I promise you that I can take it." This man could hurt him, but he was god, John couldn't kill him.

It had been so long since Sherlock had felt pain, it was when HIS John had found him in that alleyway. The pain only turned him on.

"Fuck me, John." He said, his voice a deep, gravely growl.