This is one of the most intense sensory experiences Matt can remember having.

(Well. Except for that other Sherlock of note, who Matt keeps accidentally thinking of as my.

Hands on his neck, teeth sinking into his thigh, pinning him to the door--)

This is a whole different ball game.

Warmth rushes in to fill up the delta, leaving the frost deliciously cold against his skin. Matt moans softly himself, against Sherlock's neck.

He trails kisses down, letting his teeth scrape his neck, and his hand keeps stroking Sherlock through his briefs.