Sherlock smiled. He could feel John start to melt under his touch. Just to be even, he massage John's other shoulder with his other hand, moving between hard muscle working and soft massages..

He looked over to the tent flap, making sure that it was closed, before giving John a soft lick on the base of his neck, where the hem of his shirt opened.

"Feeling better, John?" he whispered in the man's ear.