It seemed like ages before Sherlock finally made one last thrust, and then collapsed on top of John, flopping onto his back, still semi-hard inside of him, and leaking the last few dribbles of his come.

It took him a moment to realize that John was still climaxing underneath him, shaking and making grunting noises and totally ruining his sheets with what looked liked liters of his come. He had no idea how much it really was, but it just amazed him to see how much seed the man had. If he had wanted to impregnate someone- if he was even able to, then it would only take one time, with as much semen as he had.

And all of that had gone inside of him last night.

"John." He panted while John's orgasm, and his flood of come, slower and then finally stopped.