Sherlock whimpered as John angled a hard thrust directly into his prostate, his sub almost crawling his way up the bed. “Where do you think you’re going Boy?” John growled, hand striking out in a hard slap to the others right arse cheek. His hand printed glowed red for a second before blending in with all the others. “Sir…I-I can’t! The Bible…please..t-this is wrong..” Sherlock’s words were mere whispers, his moans interrupting the words he knew were false and making John chuckle. “You love it.”