Sherlock beamed, already starting to slip into in a subspace, just by being ordered to come back here, and being called a good boy.

He licked his lips and shifted around a little, getting a good view of his mate, heavy with child and full of milk, ready for it to be born in a few weeks.

"I... d-don't know, Sir. Do.. whatever you wish.. with me.." He said, already panting a bit.