Those two concepts were quite opposite for Sherlock, but he would try, for John.

His willpower was tested as he started to press his cock inside. It gave a lot of resistance at first, but the more than John relaxed, the more it pushed in. The head popped in, then the rest started to slide in much easier- the copious amount of lube were definately a help.

Centimeter by agonizing centimeter Sherlock pushed into John, groaning at the tightness, the warmth around him. Oh, by the gods, he wanted to fuck this man into next week. But he resisted.

It seemed like forever before he finally bottomed out inside of John, feeling his bollocks hit the man's arse. "Yesss." He hissed.