Sherlock frowned. He hadn't intended for this to get maudlin. "Oh, I am sorry." he was truly sorry, the honestly showed in the softness of his voice.

He reached down and gently touched John's head again. "I believe you when you say that." He said, quietly.

"And now, I think you have earned your reward." He said, getting back to business. His eyes went from John to his own cock. "You've please me so far, but let's see if you can put that wicket tongue to work and really pleasure me. Get to it, cock slave."

And just like that, the softness was gone and he was back his dominant personality.