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]

"Perfectly," says Sherlock. "Tell me if this gets uncomfortable?"

He makes his hand cold, as cold as he ever went with Jim. Frost coats his fingers.

(Matt's wrist still feels warm in his hand. It's incredible.)

[semicharmed]

He sucks in a breath, staring at the frost.

"No," he breathes.

God damn this is cool.

He's so warm, he stays so warm, that the touch is soothing. Welcome, for all that the initial disparity sends a shiver through him.

"That's amazing ..."

[wearsthecoats]

"Come here," Sherlock murmurs, tugging Matt closer, because they need to be kissing immediately.

[semicharmed]

Matt is delighted to follow instructions.

He steps out of the circle, leaving the herbs to smolder in their dish. Crossing the line makes no difference in the aura now that it's in place.

He tilts his head up, thinking this is so cool and he is so tall and thank you thank you fire god Agni.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock kisses him roughly, passionately, so cold that his clothing crackles when he moves.

[semicharmed]

Oh.

This is different.

Matt gasps against his mouth, expecting to freeze but remaining almost dizzily warm. He bites hard at his lip.

[wearsthecoats]

After a moment, he relaxes the biting cold into something merely icy.

He also decides that Matt is too short to comfortably kiss standing up, and starts pushing him gently towards the bed.

[semicharmed]

It's hard out here for a dude under six feet.

Nevertheless, Matt acquiesces pleasantly, glancing over his shoulder to see where he's going in the unfamiliar room.

[wearsthecoats]

Bedward. Bedward is where.

There is quite a lot of bed—not enough for Sherlock to stretch right out unless he does so diagonally, but close. He sprawls onto it, pulls Matt down with him, and kisses him again.

[semicharmed]

Matt squirms closer to him, enchanted by this feeling-- the cold touching him, thrilling over his skin, but not chilling him.

(He is keeping part of his attention attuned to the spells. His anti-TMI seems to be holding up fine, though it's growing increasingly difficult to tell. He's more concerned with the heat-- with its running too hot or evaporating entirely.

So far, so good. He's a little overwarm, but it's nowhere near distracting enough to bother messing with now.)

[wearsthecoats]

"You're so warm," he breathes, wrapping his arms around Matt's waist. "Kiss me again."

[semicharmed]

"You got it," he laughs.

Matt shifts up, sneaking his hands under Sherlock's open shirt; one runs up his stomach and chest, the other around to the small of his back.

He tilts his head and presses a slow, thorough kiss to his mouth.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock closes his eyes and moans softly.

[semicharmed]

Matt murmurs in counterpoint, his fingers digging into Sherlock's back.

[wearsthecoats]

All right, that's it.

He lets go of Matt long enough to squirm out of his shirt, then kisses him again, pressing close.

[semicharmed]

"That," Matt says between kisses, "is actually-- a great idea."

He pulls back slightly himself; though he's reluctant to let go of him, he lifts his hands away and starts fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt.

[wearsthecoats]

After watching him for a moment, Sherlock pushes Matt's hands impatiently aside and tackles the buttons himself.

[semicharmed]

He laughs again, sheepish, and keeps his hands out of the way.

[wearsthecoats]

After a mere second or two, success! Beaming, he pushes Matt's shirt off his shoulders and leans in to kiss along his collarbone.

[semicharmed]

"Oh," Matt gasps.

The cold is so good. He wants to bury his face in Sherlock's neck and clutch at his back and just-- not let go.

[wearsthecoats]

He presses his mouth to Matt's shoulder and sucks. The heat and the taste of his skin are glorious.

[semicharmed]

Matt whimpers.

"God-- your instincts are fantastic."

[wearsthecoats]

"Thank you," he says a little breathlessly. "I want to do this with fewer clothes. I want to find out what the rest of you tastes like."

[semicharmed]

... Okay, this guy is amazing.

"Yes," Matt says emphatically, nodding.

His hand slides down to Sherlock's waistband and flicks open the button. He is evidently more adept with other people's clothing than his own, for the moment.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock politely refrains from distracting him.

The minute his trousers are open, of course, it's kisses again.