HI MATT

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has:

• an armchair by the fire
• an expression of unreasonable cheer
• a mug of cold-pressed coffee
• a truly impressive collection of hickeys, accented by a well-bitten lip that only recently stopped bleeding.

Comments

[wearsthecoats]

"That's... promising," is the word he settles on, murmured into Matt's hair.

[semicharmed]

"Yeah," Matt agrees languidly.

He's getting that shivery anticipatory feeling, which may soon start to combine with actual shivers.

"Do you mind," he says, hand still traveling up, "if I try without magic first? I just want to ... experience it ... without anything else going on."

[wearsthecoats]

"Of course," he agrees. "Just tell me if I'm too cold."

[semicharmed]

"Will do."

In the meantime, his hand has reached the collar of his shirt and passed it, fingertips trailing up his neck.

He's mindful of the hickeys.

[wearsthecoats]

They're noticeably colder than the surrounding area, in the same way that a standard human's bruises are slightly warm.

Sherlock tips his chin up slightly, smiling.

[semicharmed]

That is both curious and potentially helpful in putting together a few more Sherlock II-related pieces.

Matt shifts slightly, leaning against him, and one fingertip gently circles one cold spot at the side of his neck.

"I like your neck," he murmurs, stroking lightly.

"Evidently I'm not the only one, but ... for statistical purposes."

[wearsthecoats]

"So noted," he breathes.

"Although I doubt you're conducting an extensive statistical analysis, if I find parts of you I particularly like should I mention it anyway?"

[semicharmed]

"Mmm."

His thumb dips into the hollow of his throat, just brushing.

And Matt grins.

"I wouldn't take it amiss, no."

[wearsthecoats]

"Then I will."

Although for now he seems to prefer just... lying back and letting Matt touch him.

[semicharmed]

Matt is perfectly all right with this turn of events.

In fact, he has turned his body towards Sherlock's a little further, the better to stroke his neck. It's fascinating-- not just the temperature, although there's always that-- but because Sherlock really does have a sexy neck.

One covered in the evidence of somebody else.

Matt has his TMI spell up as usual, so he doesn't perceive anything from touching Sherlock aside from the obvious. Nevertheless, the obvious is more than enough.

He spends a few slow, appreciative minutes running his fingers up and down Sherlock's neck, tracing out the lines of muscle and delineating bruises.

Then his hand drifts back down over his chest, lingering at his heart.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock sighs happily.

"That's... pleasantly subtle," he observes.

[semicharmed]

"Huh?" Matt says.

He sounds pleased, but a little distracted.

[wearsthecoats]

"I like how you touch me," he clarifies.

[semicharmed]

"Ahh."

Matt glances up in slight embarrassment-- he supposes it's probably a positive thing to bliss out touching someone, but he's not sure if he should explain it.

"Well. I like touching you," he murmurs instead.

That faint, crooked smile in place once more, his hand smoothes down just a little, then across to his ribs.

"So that seems to work out ..."

[wearsthecoats]

"Very convenient for both of us," he agrees; his eyes flutter closed.

[semicharmed]

Matt concurs.

His eyes track the flutter of Sherlock's lashes, fingers brushing over his ribs.

Then he leans in to press a kiss to his chest, below the collarbone.

[wearsthecoats]

Mild surprise makes his temperature flicker lower; lazy contentment makes it easy to stabilize it afterward.

[semicharmed]

--That's interesting.

Matt turns his head, resting his cheek against Sherlock's chest while his hand splays out over his stomach, still not too low.

His skin feels hot next to Sherlock's, even through the shirt. It's strange even for a boy who routinely sleeps with vampires.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock slides a hand up Matt's back, trailing cold fingertips along the path of his spine, to gently comb his fingers through Matt's hair.

[semicharmed]

He shivers, giving a ticklish mmm.

His breath gusts against Sherlock's chest; a moment later, his nose and lips brush down.

[wearsthecoats]

It is pleasantly subtle, pleasantly undirected. Relaxing. He strokes Matt's hair some more and smiles.

[semicharmed]

Matt's lips travel further down, following the path of Sherlock's buttons over his stomach-- but before he gets too far, he turns his head and trails his cheek back up.

He, too, finds this relaxing.

(Meanwhile, his fingers run up Sherlock's side.

It still surprises him to find chill in the places one expects to find warmth.)

[wearsthecoats]

Really, on consideration, he could happily do this for hours. It's surprisingly pleasant, not having to constantly wonder in the back of his mind whether his partner is about to kill him. Not quite as engaging, but... maybe engaging in a different way. And it frees up just a little more attention to focus on the touch of Matt's face and hands.

With a gentle sigh, he traces his fingertips down over Matt's cheek.

[semicharmed]

Matt stops a moment, tilting his head into Sherlock's fingers.

He wants to memorize these sensations for later.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock curls his hand and brushes the backs of his fingers down the side of Matt's face, all while smiling at the ceiling.