He feels someone watching him.
“John. Are you awake?”
“I was just wondering that myself. It’s 3 am. What are you doing?”
“I wanted to ask you something.”
“Normal people would have waited until morning.”
“Normal people might. But when have we ever been normal?”
“True. Will this take longer? Because then I want tea.”
“I already made you some. But... I don’t know, this might be a topic one discusses in bed.”
John shifts over and watches Sherlock climb into his bed. They slept together quite a few times but it’s still new enough that the sight makes his stomach tingle.
“So, what’s this about?”
“It has to do with dogs.”
“Um... considering the boner pressing against my leg can I assume that we aren’t talking about canines here and this is one of your weird ways of initiating sex?”
“Is it working?”
“You actually sat there with a cup of tea and a hard-on and stared at me until I woke up? You are completely crazy.”
His chuckle turns into a soft moan when Sherlock’s fingers find their way under his shirt.
“Next time just come into bed and kiss me. That’ll work just fine and you don’t even have to make tea.”
“Stop talking and get on your knees.”
"God, I love it when you're bossy."