It was always disappointing when John pulled out of him, there was the feeling of emptiness, and of course the continual drip of semen down his leg.

He smiled down at John, ruffling his hand through his lover's hair. "Such a good, good boy." He cooed. "Open your mouth, love.

Sherlock took his cock in his hand and started to stroke himself right by John's face. It only took a few quick strokes before he was coming all over John's face and in his mouth and his hair. "Mmmmmfff.." He sighed and had to lean on the wall when he was done. He'd come twice pretty quickly and was drained, quite literally.

"Clean yourself up love, we are almost out of hot water." He said with a soft, tired smile.