It took less time the second time for Sherlock to come again. adding to the heat that was already inside of John. It was just as intense, he growled and roared enough that stones loosened themselves from the ceiling and fell on top of them.

Even after the second time, Sherlock still was still hard inside of John, his cock surrounded by his still hot essence.

Sherlock could do this all day, fucking him until the end of the world. He would never tire, he would never run out of semen to fill John, he would never grow tired of the screams that he wrenched from the man's lips.