Sherlock noticed the slightly glassy, unfocused look in John's eyes, and suddenly he was glad that he not decided to do anything else. He walked over to John, helping him to his unsteady feet, bracing him with both hands.

Play time was over, it was time for a bit of aftercare.

"Come on. Bed, now. You can take a shower in the morning. I will clean you a bit when you lie down, and you can take the plug out in the shower tomorrow morning."

He helped John slowly down the hallway and to the bed, laying in him on his back. The table would have to wait for a moment. He put warm water on a flannel and cleaned John's stomach and around his arse, outside of the plug, then laid the covers over him.

"Sleep now. I need to clean up a bit. I will come to bed later."