Even though there was very little size difference between his human an demon forms- Sherlock wondered if there were any demons shorter than John, there was still a bit of a shape difference, and as John shifted, Sherlock's now soft cock naturally fell out of him, bringing another trickle of come to the already soaked sheets. Of course he preferred John in his true form, but he didn't mention it.

Sherlock chuckled and shook his head. "Between the amount of come that you spill, and your claws, I think we are going to have to figure out something to do about the bed." He really wasn't all that worried about it. Sure, they had been nice, high count sheets (that now look like a tiger had been on them) but the sex had been bloody fucking amazing, and he knew it was going to happen again. He had no idea yet what the solution was, but he'd figure something out.

"We really can't cuddle until we change the sheets, unless you want to get permanently stuck to them by your own semen." he laughed and kissed John, then- reluctantly- got off the bed. "And we both need a shower, I think."