"Good." He whispered against John's lips. "Because I don't want to regret what I am about to do."

Sherlock closed his eyes and closed that final distance between them. Where as the first kiss had been brief and tentative, this was charged and firm, but not sloppy or too forceful or too needy. There was no tongue, just a press of lips, a few heartbeats, and then Sherlock pulled away again.

"Tell me, that wasn't unwarranted." He needed to hear it from the man's lips.