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.

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[semicharmed]

Oh that cold, that cuts right through him--

Matt's hips roll forward, and his hand clutches at the back of Sherlock's neck.

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Sherlock digs his fingers into Matt's hip.

[semicharmed]

His head tips back.

"Umm," he breathes, urgent. His free hand tightens over Sherlock's arm.

[wearsthecoats]

Moving with slow deliberation, he wraps his other hand around Matt's cock.

[semicharmed]

"Mmm--"

It's a bit tricky, in this position, to buck his hips to meet Sherlock's hand. Nevertheless, the attempt is clear.

"Not too fast," he murmurs, "please."

It's total torture, but he wants to feel it for longer this time-- Hanuman burning, the cold of him, the effects of the cardamom and magic in his blood.

[wearsthecoats]

"Whatever you want," he promises.

Slow. He can do slow. Slow and cold and gentle.

[semicharmed]

Matt lets out a low groan.

"That's good ..."

[wearsthecoats]

He makes a pleased sound.

If only he had an extra pair of arms to hug Matt with, this would be just perfect.

[semicharmed]

Matt works to keep steady, to not thrust too much, though he knows he's working at every step against the spell he cast himself.

It's fascinating, and deeply frustrating.

[wearsthecoats]

The conflicting tensions are a thing of beauty. He could do this for hours.

Maybe he will.

[semicharmed]

He presses absent kisses along Sherlock's collarbone.

The hand kneading the back of his neck drifts up, fingers running through his hair.

[wearsthecoats]

He makes a soft, pleased sound.

[semicharmed]

Matt shudders, mouthing at Sherlock's shoulder to disguise the moan.

It's not that he doesn't want Sherlock to hear it.

He doesn't want himself to hear it.

[wearsthecoats]

For research purposes, he makes both his hands cold.

[semicharmed]

He gasps harshly, hips jerking against his hands.

[wearsthecoats]

Ah. Success.

Just a little warmer—wouldn't want to end this prematurely.

[semicharmed]

Matt relaxes slowly, through force of will as much as change in temperature.

It's been way, way too long since he's actively delayed orgasm during sex. He's a little out of practice, but he welcomes the chance to try at all.

(As much as he currently hates himself, and sort of Sherlock, for the fact that he's doing it.)

His breath still gives him away: it's unsteady, punctuated by small noises.

[wearsthecoats]

It is, if not the most gorgeous sound, at least a contender.

Sherlock smiles, pressing a quick kiss to Matt's forehead, and continues the slow movement of his hand.

[semicharmed]

Matt lets out a helpless, "Ahh--"

He lifts his head high enough to kiss Sherlock's neck. He's beginning to shake with the effort of keeping his hips still.

[wearsthecoats]

"You are fascinating," Sherlock whispers.

[semicharmed]

Forming words is not currently Matt's strongest suit.

In fact, at the sound of his voice-- maybe it's the pitch of the whisper-- he thrusts into his hand with another soft whimper.

He can't keep this up for too much longer.

[wearsthecoats]

Can't he? Because Sherlock wants to see how long they can make this last.

[semicharmed]

And in fact, as soon as he has that thought, Matt decides to try to stick it out a little longer.

He sucks in a breath, face still pressed to Sherlock's neck and his fingers digging into his scalp.

[wearsthecoats]

He is fascinating.

This time, though, Sherlock holds his tongue on the word.

[semicharmed]

A little longer.

Just a little longer.

Slowly, he exhales, trying to be in the moment-- Sherlock's fingers on his cock and burning him deliciously with cold from the touch on his hip-- without becoming overwhelmed by it.

At every moment, he's fighting the urge to thrust into his hand, and keep thrusting, and beg him to go faster.