Sherlock nodded his head. Alright, he would wait, he supposed.

He groaned slightly when John rucked up his shirt. He was still hovering over John, on his hands and knees so he wont crush the man under himself.

Sherlock leaned his head down, nipping at John's neck, leaving little red marks, one that would take a while to fade. He growled in to his throat, letting John feel the vibrations of his voice.