Those eyes roaming his body, those warm hands on his skin. His cock gave a sympathetic twitch when Sherlock saw John staring. As much as he wanted to, even as a vampire, he had a refractory period, though he had to admit it was shorter than most humans of the age that he was when he turned.

He was turned as what would have been a young man in this modern era, but the fact that he had just reached 30 when he was turned in the 1600's was a feat- the average life expectancy in his time was only about 35 years. He had already been in what would have been the twilight of his life.

And now, he was, functionally, immortal, and bonded with a half demon that he had no idea the life span of.

He could only hope that if John died, he could find a way to die with him. But that, hopefully was hundreds of years off, if not even more.

Sherlock shook himself out of those morbid thoughts and back to John.

"It's really okay, John. I can get more sheets. We will most likely have to find some sort of thick plastic undersheet so nothing will leak onto the mattress and it will be somewhat protected. And we should probably start buying cheaper sheets in bulk." He smiled, hoping that he hadn't offended John.

He unfortunately seemed to be good at that.