Sherlock bit harder.. he wanted John awake and cognizant that he was fucking his ass cheeks right now.

The arm around John held him as tight as he could without breaking any ribs. The other hand on his hip was also going to bruise with at tight as he was holding his lover.

"Mine..." He growled in John's ear, picking up the pace even more, his teeth coming so close to drawing blood where his neck met his shoulder, but stopping just short.

He was desperate now.. chasing the high.. building to the inevitable sticky ending..