Oh, it was glorious, watching him. Sherlock kept up a lazy pace of touching himself while John cleaned every bit of his essence off of him.

And when he was done, Sherlock smiled, and in a magical poof, the cock ring was gone, leaving John free, hard, and dripping once again.

"Now, you aren't going to touch yourself, right?" He asked as he moved close again, teasing John by rubbing the head of his cock around John's face, lips, even his cheeks and and nose, letting John smell and feel and almost taste him.