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]

"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.

[semicharmed]

Executive decision:

While Matt's tongue laps at Sherlock's ear, followed by another bite, he starts unbuttoning his shirt with deft flicks of his fingers.

[wearsthecoats]

He hums contentedly.

[semicharmed]

"Let me know," as he tugs at Sherlock's shirt to get the last of the buttons, and runs his hands up over his stomach, "if this is okay ..."

It's a challenge, to say the least, to find a clear spot on Sherlock's neck to bite. But he starts below his ear, sucking at his skin.

(He feels, at this stage, a bit like he feels when he's been kissing someone on a chilly day-- cooler than he'd strictly prefer, but hardly impeded.)

[wearsthecoats]

"Extremely," he says, enunciating each syllable with clarity and precision.

[semicharmed]

Matt smiles against his neck, sucks--

And nips.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock hisses and pulls him closer.

[semicharmed]

He reacts to the pull with an involuntary push of his hips and a soft groan, his hands pressed to Sherlock's chest.

It doesn't take long to redirect his focus, though, and he bites his neck again.

[wearsthecoats]

Whimpering again, Sherlock wraps a hand around the back of Matt's neck. Controlling his temperature is the important part here, much more important than stopping himself from manhandling Matt or stifling all his increasingly desperate little noises.

[semicharmed]

Those noises, and the hand at his neck, threaten to momentarily short-circuit Matt's brain.

"If you're not going to get much colder," he breathes against his throat.

"I don't think I'll need any spells ..."

[wearsthecoats]

"I get colder than this," he murmurs. "Significantly. If I lose control."

[semicharmed]

His teeth drag down the side of his neck, over bruises.

"Would you like to?"