Sherlock went from biting at John's back to licking and kissing at his sweaty skin. With the slight movements, his now soft cock slipped out of John.

"I'm going to need a few minutes before I can try that again." Sherlock smiled, still staying behind John, but now starts to use his hands to rub up and down his sides, his thighs, almost everywhere except his cock.

"Do you want to come now, John, while I catch my breath?" He asked, barely brushing a finger over the very tip of John's cock, just a tiny little ghost of a touch.

"It seems almost unfair that I have come twice, and you not at all."