Sherlock breathed out a long sigh. FINALLY, he thought to himself. He eagerly scrambled onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs out as wide as he could.

Of course, the problem was now that he had nothing to rub his cock against, it slapped up against his stomach, dripping down onto the sheets below.

The feeling of John finally pressing himself against him made him push back, desperate to feel his lover inside of him.

"John..." he said, looking over his shoulder at the man.