"Mmmmf.... good... boyyyyyy...." Sherlock praised John while he fucked John through his orgasm. He cried out and spilled inside of his lover, grunting softly and thrusting with each pulse.

It was shorter and not as intense, he was exhausted after coming multiple times, and he almost collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of John, stroking his hand through his lover's sandy hair and telling him how good he was and how good he did and how proud he was of him.