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

[semicharmed]

He flashes another bright smile.

"Okay," he says.

"In that case, um ... one more round of the spell, which will be the last of my aloe and cardamom ... and my safe word historically is 'ramen,' but I've used alternate methods if you prefer to not hear the word ramen during sex."

[wearsthecoats]

He laughs.

"I have no intrinsic objection to ramen."

[semicharmed]

"Aces," he says.

Matt stretches and slides off the bed.

"At this point I'll be casting this thing in my sleep."

[wearsthecoats]

"With potentially interesting results," he notes, laughing again.

[semicharmed]

Matt snorts.

This time, he casts all three spells without asking if he should leave the tattoo trigger in. At this point it's easier to just roll with it.

"All right," he says, when the last of his herbs are smoldering and the glow has settled and he feels, once again, too warm.

"Last round. I'm at your disposal. Unless I say ramen."

[wearsthecoats]

"Come here," he says sunnily, opening his arms.

[semicharmed]

Matt's lips quirk.

And he goes to him.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock gathers him in for a chilly, comfortable kiss.

[semicharmed]

He is never, never getting over how good this feels.

Matt kisses back with enthusiasm.

[wearsthecoats]

"I," he says when the kiss eventually breaks, "would like to fuck you. Do you find that an amenable experiment?"

[semicharmed]

"... Oh," he says, feeling-- in addition to mildly feverish-- a little weak in the knees.

"Yes. Absolutely. Is it ... safe?"

It certainly felt like his internal body temperature could freeze out a few diseases.

[wearsthecoats]

"Yes. The bar has thoughtfully provided supplies; I found them last time."

[semicharmed]

Matt blinks.

"Aces."

Oh, Bar. You're a classy lady.

"Then yes."

[wearsthecoats]

He gives Matt a quick celebratory kiss and reaches for the nightstand.

[semicharmed]

Matt finds himself shifting closer to get closer to the sensation of cold. Maybe strictly speaking he should be touching only when touched or something, he's not sure.

Also, he is very curious to see what bar's provided.

[wearsthecoats]

"Spontaneous input," Sherlock says mildly.

Bar seems to have provided them with perfectly ordinary-looking condoms and lube, although not of any recognizable brand.

[semicharmed]

... Damn.

Matt stills.

"Harder than I thought," he murmurs, rueful.

[wearsthecoats]

He smiles and settles in next to Matt again, laying his prizes on the pillow.

"Kiss me," he instructs.

[semicharmed]

Happy to be pitched an easy one, Matt leans in.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock kisses him lightly, softly, in no hurry.

[semicharmed]

And Matt follows his lead, taking a moment to ... relax. Listen.

He doesn't need to direct his action, just now.

[wearsthecoats]

Indeed. That's Sherlock's job. And he's taking his time about it, because why not? They have time to spare.

[semicharmed]

As he kisses him, grateful for the cold and monitoring himself (he can't not) for signs of spontaneous input, he reflects that ... yes. This could work.

He sighs softly into his mouth.

[wearsthecoats]

"That kind of input," he murmurs, "is entirely acceptable."

[semicharmed]

Matt smiles.

"Oh ...

Good."