He whined, but nodded. He understood. John understood that Moriarty would be watching him. Watching for any instance of betrayal. They had to end this when he returned from London. Or ask Demeter for help. Or Fates.

John gasped when Moriarty pulled free. There was a rush of come out of his hole. Staining the blankets under him.

He remained on his hands and knees, pretending to be obedient.