Shuddering under the cold, thin fingers John tries not to call out Sherlock's name. The man never felt warm, and it always made these intimate moments more intriguing. Anticipating the chillness of every touch, every cold grasp. 'Who could have ever thought this beautiful man beneath me was a virgin?' John briefly thought as Sherlock knelt on his knees, and proceeded to give him a blowjob that nearly made the good doctor believe he was being sucked into a vortex.

Delighted with his reaction, the darker haired man's hands proceeded to crawl over his warm companions body like albino spiders, kept forever in darkness and searching for the light. The glow that was John's heated body. "Always," he nearly silently whispered as he turned him over, caressing his side and back as he did so. That word was something only John would understand, if he had heard him. He did not.

Slowly and with precision he used his hands to lube up his languishing partner. "You torment me unrelentingly," John mumbled in response as Sherlock tepidly entered his body. Silently he made his way to completion. "Sherlock please, " John begged, desperate.

Sherlock whispered in John's ear, "Could be dangerous," the blonde beneath him came instantly, as always. Sherlock silently promised his sweeter half, 'Next time it would be even better.'