One quick tug of his dressing gown, and the the robe was undone. He shrugged the robe of John's shoulders. He was on the bed so it didn't fall way, but it was open and under his body now, between John and the bed.

"Perfect." Sherlock moaned. He licked a stripe down John's chest, from the base of his neck, between his pectorals, and down to his belly, stopping at the line of hair that lead to places down below.

"Yes. Perfect."