Sherlock was pushed around by John's desperate thrusts, trying as hard as he could to stay upright while he was rogered quite thoroughly.

Sherlock looked over his shoulder as best he could as John gasped, and then held him tight, he could feel the man's cock pulsing inside of him, feel the hot warmth inside.

"Johnnn." He groaned, putting his head down on the bed again, collapsing next to John, barely able to get an arm around him. He was quite thoroughly drained, and he knew John was... literally.