Holmes doesn't draw away until Watson's orgasm subsides; even then he lingers and kisses softly along his shaft, his tongue darting out to taste him a few more times. He leaves another kiss against Watson's stomach before he stands and rests their foreheads together.

"My John," he murmurs against his lips, his eyes closed. "I'm pleased my skills at such pleasures haven't gotten too rusty." He grins against Watson's mouth and settles an arm loosely around his waist.