4- John’s caught in the act of picking up his own first piece of toast, looking up at Sherlock with his lips slightly parted, smilingly surprised. The sound Sherlock makes is more than John expected, more like the sounds his lover makes in the bedroom – or on the sofa, or the occasional secluded alley, or… nevermind – and Sherlock chews with an expression of deep pleasure while John watches, rapt. “John,” Sherlock says after swallowing, voice lower and richer than his usual morning voice. (tbc)