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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[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.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock decides that after this, if Matt is up to another round and amenable to the suggestion, they are going to find out what Sherlock fucking him is like.

[semicharmed]

Matt gasps.

He's still shaking.

[wearsthecoats]

It's entirely too gorgeous.

Sherlock keeps determinedly to his measured pace.

[semicharmed]

The mantra just a little longer speeds in his mind: a little longer, a little longer, a little longer a little longer alittlelonger--

Every stroke starts to feel like an eternity. He's losing presence of mind.

There are a few long, mostly-silent moments of Matt shuddering and struggling for even inhalations and mouthing at Sherlock's throat.




"Oh," he breathes against his neck, pained.

"I don't-- I don't think I can--"

[wearsthecoats]

"Mm?" he prompts, smiling.

[semicharmed]

His hips buck.

"Please."

[wearsthecoats]

"All right."

His hands tighten. Both of them.

[semicharmed]

Matt's breath catches in his throat with a sound that's so relieved it's almost despair.

"Hmm--"

He shifts desperately against his hands in short, sharp movements.

"Yes, thank you oh-- God."

[wearsthecoats]

He strokes faster, letting himself burn cold. But, deliberately, he doesn't frost.

[semicharmed]

Matt's hips are jerking quicker now, of their own volition. He moans at Sherlock's touch, he can feel he's nearly there.

[wearsthecoats]

Good.

Colder, then. Just to be sure of him.

[semicharmed]

In such literature as is germane to his practice-- Crowley and tantra are the big ones-- delaying gratification has a spiritual significance. It is the nearest you can come to asceticism in the middle of sensuality; it lends you greater power.

With no aim, no goal, only the thing itself, Matt will remember this orgasm as one of the most intense he's had in a very long time.

[wearsthecoats]

And Sherlock will remember it as one of the loveliest things he has ever witnessed.