„Let me." whispered Sherlock. His lips were brushing lightly John's neck with every word, as his hand slid from John's penis down to his scrotum and then even lower making the meaning of his words unmistakable.
"Oh God." even as Sherlock's touch sent sparkles of pleasure through John's body he tensed a little involuntarily.
"John" Sherlock breathed hotly into his ear, his voice low and rough. When he raised his head and looked straight at John his beautiful eyes, always so sharp and piercing, were slightly blurry with want. "Please."
John looked at this impossible creature. The one that never asks for anything never begs, and yet there he was waiting for John's permission, for his approval. And who is John to refuse him. "Yes, anything." he said in a barely audible voice.
A broken groan escaped Sherlock's mouth right before he started kissing John. The kiss was hard and deep and almost unbearably slow. Sherlock's possessiveness was fully showing and the thought of belonging to this man completely, of submitting to him wholly sent shivers down John's spine and made him gasp.