He knew that John would be very sensitive after he came, and over stimulation was a possibility, so he didn't want to drag this on too long, though he had to be proud of himself that he made John come untouched, that's not always easy to do.

Sherlock slowed a bit, a hand still around the base of his cock. He looked down at the wrecked John, taking every little bit of him in, cataloguing every inch, every smell, every hair out of place, every bead of sweat on his skin, the musk and tang of sex in the air between them. He didn't want to ever, ever forget this first time.

"Where do you want me, John? Here, or on your chest, or in your mouth?" He asked, perfectly happy with finishing in any of those places.