John practically screamed when he felt Sherlock's hands tighten and those hips start to increase their pace. He hiccuped and dug his nails into the bed as he felt Sherlock fill him. It felt so deep in him, like he would never be rid of the other man. He sobbed, his own cock still hard and rubbing against the sheets.

But the feeling of the bruising hands on his hips, being filled... It all sent him over the edge and he cried out as he reached his climax, body tightening further around Sherlock.