Oh, but it was wonderful, watching John come. Sherlock rocked slower while he worked John through his orgasm.

He watched John splatter his come all over his own chest, getting a bit on the edge of his second best dressing down, not that Sherlock really cared at all. One thing he admired about John was he tended to be rather.. copious with his leavings. much more so that Sherlock himself. He wasn't into most kinda of messes, but John, well he was different, of course.

Sherlock worked John through the orgasm, letting John rest just a moment before he started to move in earnest, thrusting up into John... it only took a few thrusts before he threw his head back and groaned.

"Johhhnnnnn...." His whole body shook and he was coming, deep inside of John, pulses of his hot seed spilling with every beat of his heart.