John got up carefully and made his way over to where Sherlock sat. "I need you to suck my cock pet. Don't worry, I'll have enough for your hole too." He promised stroking his hair.

He shivered and then continued stroking himself, putting on a show for Sherlock.

Once he was healed... He was going to give Sherlock every fantasy he wanted. Anything and everything. Beasts, maybe a hound of sorts. He'd have to buy a breeding stand.