After a few shuddery moments Greg slid back out of Sherlock slowly, feeling the other man shake underneath him as he did so. Greg just about mustered the energy to move to Sherlock's left before collapsing on the bed underneath him. After that speech he gave there was clearly no way he could get away with anything other than a bravura performance and he'd spent an age and a huge amount of energy taking Sherlock to the edge and then holding him back, again and again. If the noises Sherlock had been making were any indication his efforts had not been wasted. He looked at Sherlock, still on his back with his legs flopped open, mouth red and sore, hair sticking up at crazy angles. He looked incredibly well fucked. Which was appropriate.
"Your smugness is audible from here"
"Was that a complaint?"
"No, far from it. That was more than satisfactory"
Greg grunted a laugh "Well, you certainly know how to stroke a man's ego."
"You certainly know how to stroke other things."
Greg groaned "Sherlock... Really?"
"I'm trying my best, humour isn't my specialism."
"You don't say."
"What do we do now then?"
"What?"
"What's the social etiquette? Do we kiss, do I make you breakfast? Please don't tell me we have to snuggle."
Greg laughed. "Don't worry about it Sherlock, I think we're past the realms of etiquette now. I just need a lie down for a few minutes then I'll probably be on my way. I can't spend the day in bed with you."
"Pity. But you're right. John will be home soon"
Greg jumped up "Soon? When?"
"Well he was on the early shift so he's normally home by two or so."
Greg grabbed his watch, he still had about three quarters of an hour.
"In which case I'm going to prioritise a shower. I can't go anywhere looking, or smelling, like this."
"Like me you mean."
Greg leant down and licked a stripe up Sherlock's neck "Yes, like you, and sex. People will talk."
"They do little else." Sherlock grabbed Greg's wrist. "I liked that."
Greg grinned "I thought you did."
"Let's do it again."
"Sherlock I can barely move, And John's about to get home."
"Not now idiot, I doubt your recovery time is that good. In the future, more than once."
Greg thought for a moment. If sleeping with Sherlock once was a bad idea imagine what doing it on a regular basis would be like. But as the Rolling Stones nearly said, you can't always get what you want, but sometimes at least you get to shag his flatmate...
"That sounds" Greg bit Sherlock's ear "like a very" Greg playfully tweaked a nipple "fun idea" Greg leant down and kissed Sherlock deeply.
"But right now I need a shower"
Sherlock smiled, mollified, and pulled the duvet up over his head.