"I'm going to take you apart." Sherlock promised in a low rumbling growl.

He didn't even go in for light kissed, he immediately was biting and pulling at his lip, leaving a trail of red marks- bites almost hard enough to break the skin in a line from John's chin to his collarbone.

"Clothes off. NOW." He demanded of John, pulling at his trousers hard enough to actually break the button on the fly. But at least that made them easier to pull down, pants and all.