He often forgot that his body wasn't 37 degrees like a normal humans. And being a demon, whose body was slightly hotter than normal human's it made for a bit of a shock for both of them. Last night, Sherlock had been so surprised by the size, that he hadn't even been thinking about the heat.

But now, it was all that he could think of. John was hot and wet and tight around him. Even though he had taken a Minotaur, whose cock would have been even larger than John's, he was still tight. He had no idea how, but he didn't care. He felt fucking amazing.

Sherlock was slow, he wanted to remind John that this was making love, not fucking. He wasn't taking, he was giving.

And when he finally bottomed out inside of John, he groaned, putting his hands on John's back to steady himself. He didn't realize how much he was shaking with the effort.

"Tell me when you are ready to move, John. Feel free to touch yourself any time you want. I won't hold you back."