"I wonder whose fault that is." He mock glared at John, pouring his curry over the sticky white rice it came with. "Someone seemed to think that he had enough time to defile me before the food came. And how did that end up, I wonder?" He smiled and shook his head.

"I'm going to need a very long, very hot shower after this." He admitted, through bites of his Yellow Curry Chicken. He could have closed his gown as well, but chose not to, preferring the look on John's face when he saw himself all over him.

"You are going to be quite sore in the morning, I am afraid." Sherlock said, once again not sounding sorry in the least that he'd been buggered twice in a day.