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]

That touch instantly shifts everything from relax, relax, to more more now please.

Matt gasps.

He wants to rub against his fingers; he wants to pull his mouth away and suck at whatever he can reach; for the moment, he doesn't do either, but it's an effort.

[wearsthecoats]

"Perfect," says Sherlock, squeezing once and then letting go. "Lie back, now."

He's only done this once before, but that one experience was highly informative.

[semicharmed]

At the squeeze, a plaintive hnn catches in his throat.

It helps that this is the third time, and he knows what to expect from it, but that doesn't quiet his heartbeat or make him feel any less urgent.

Slowly, still breathing faster and watching Sherlock for signs of-- what, cues?-- Matt lies down on his back.