“Colleague?” Sherlock shoved John sideways into the empty conference room and closed the door behind them. “Colleagues, that’s what we are now?”
"Sherlock, I only meant—”
“John, I’m merely verifying that I’m using the correct terminology. Tell me, would a colleague,” he folded gracefully to his knees in front of John, “do this?”
"No. I’d say…” John’s breath rushed out in a humid gasp as Sherlock’s cool fingers slipped inside his trousers. “No. But then, most of my friends wouldn’t eith—oh, god.”
Sherlock’s choked-throat chuckle trembled down John’s thighs, and John let his head fall back and widened his legs.
Yes. Jesus, yes. John would call Sherlock anything he wanted him to.