John gasped when Sherlock was on top of him. He stared up at the man. He looked like sex personified and it was gorgeous. He let out a breath and then arched against those rolling hips. He had been thinking about what it would be like to be had by the man. To feel that long, thick cock pushing into him, stretching him. Claiming him.

He made a noise as he started to get hard, his own cock pushing against Sherlock's thigh. He parted his lips and nodded at those words.

"Yes... I.. Yes. That's what I want."