[No hesitation, no point in teasing any more than he already has. Sherlock is ready for the instant John says yes. He presses his finger inside, up to the knuckle. Draws it back out halfway before pressing in again, as he leans down and grazes his teeth over a patch of skin on John's neck. Instinct, the urge to exert dominance over his would-be Omega. You're mine.
Then it's back to simply holding John close to him, holding himself together just enough to keep cognizant of John's readiness. A few more slow thrusts with his finger before he carefully adds a second. Both fingers are slick, and he feels the skin tighten around them.]
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Then it's back to simply holding John close to him, holding himself together just enough to keep cognizant of John's readiness. A few more slow thrusts with his finger before he carefully adds a second. Both fingers are slick, and he feels the skin tighten around them.]