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]

"I quite refuse to believe you haven't noticed it yourself," he says, curling his arm around Matt's waist and tugging. "Come here. It'll be more comfortable."

[semicharmed]

He laughs louder at that.

"That sounds smart," he concurs, following the tug and settling in with a cheerful wriggle.

Lap: achieved!

[wearsthecoats]

"There, much better," he says, satisfied, and pulls Matt in for another kiss.

[semicharmed]

Matt presses close, sucking at his lower lip and giving a nibble.

[wearsthecoats]

His temperature fluctuates slightly—cold, then warm again. He makes an approving sound and winds his fingers in Matt's hair.

[semicharmed]

That's happened before.

So how to replicate ...?

For starters, Matt nibbles again, a bit harder.

[wearsthecoats]

A soft gasp escapes him; he chills, then warms.

[semicharmed]

Bingo.

(The chill sets Matt shivering briefly, half from the temperature and half just from the change.

It's not wholly unpleasant, he decides.)

He turns his head to kiss along Sherlock's jaw: slow, carefully placed, sucking kisses.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock slumps pleasantly against the back of the couch, stroking his fingers down the length of Matt's spine.

[semicharmed]

His hands run up Sherlock's arms, fingers kneading the muscle.

His lips, meanwhile, keep traveling towards his ear, and close over the lobe.

[wearsthecoats]

"Oh," he breathes, fascinated. "That's interesting. I like that."

[semicharmed]

"Mm," Matt murmurs agreeably.

There's a trick to breathing, and speaking, into someone's ear without causing auditory annoyance. Matt tilts his head and pitches his voice gently.

"Good."

He nibbles lightly on his earlobe, then sucks.

[wearsthecoats]

"I like that a lot."

[semicharmed]

In that case, Matt does it again, drawing it out.

[wearsthecoats]

He shivers happily.

[semicharmed]

He feels as if his own heartbeat is all the hotter and louder for being so close to Sherlock's.

He breathes against the shell of his ear and lets his tongue flick out.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock's heart is cold, but not, at the moment, particularly quiet. His hand traces aimless patterns over Matt's back, touching for the sake of touching.

[semicharmed]

It is not cold enough to feel as if someone is trailing an ice cube over his skin, nor-- obviously-- damp enough.

But the possibility of Sherlock's fingers, this temperature or lower, on other parts of him, sets his heart beating faster.

His tongue swipes over Sherlock's earlobe and his teeth close down.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has a mouth, too. Just putting that out there.

Currently, however, he is making a quietly appreciative noise at the feeling of Matt's teeth on his ear.

[semicharmed]

When Matt recalls this fact, expect him to require a few minutes to get his brain back in working order.

For the moment, he lets his teeth scrape, following the noise Sherlock makes as if it were a musical note he's been asked to play.

[wearsthecoats]

He makes another, softer noise.

"That. More of that. Not so gently," he implores.

[semicharmed]

That noise, and that tone, go straight to his groin.

Automatically, Matt's teeth drag over his earlobe again; this time harder.

[wearsthecoats]

"Oh yes," he sighs, tipping his head back to bare his throat.

[semicharmed]

He shifts a little on Sherlock's lap, and his breath escapes in not-quite-a-gasp.

This time he nips sharply at his ear.

[wearsthecoats]

The sound he makes is urgent and very human, a low, sharp whimper.