Damn him, Sherlock thought with a bit of a smile. He knew he could hardly walk.

But somehow, he managed to walk- or really more like a shuffle- to the bedside table, where he grabbed the vibrator and came back to where John was still kneeling, naked and still slightly damp, and already starting to get hard. It was quite easy despite his position to see the thick, long length already jutting out of those damp, thick, sandy brown curls.

Sherlock was feeling a bit naughty though. Instead of turning it on, he just stood there and waited for John to say or do something.

"Well?" He asked, a bit of sass in his tone.