Sherlock hadn't forgotten about John, but he was exhausted from all of their activities tonight. Apparently he needed to work on his stamina, but that would be a fun exercise.

Finally, he managed to sit up. "Roll over onto your back, my good little boy. You took it so well, letting me fuck you more than once tonight. Does my poor little thing need to come?" The tone was a bit mocking, but there was a bit of softness in it as well. He really did appreciate how well John had done tonight.