"YES." He was in John's face now. "You do." Sherlock took a hold of John's hair and tugged it back, leaning his head back an awkward angle that would get painful if he sat that way for more than a few minutes.

"You love to get dominated. I saw how hard I made you when I made you fucking licking between my toes, and service my arsehole, and then I fucked your throat so deep, coming so far down that warm, wet throat of yours. I see how being dominated right now is making you so hard you could probably come without being touched, couldn't you, you little fucking slut.."