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]

Matt makes a sound against Sherlock's chest that could almost be pained, if it weren't for the way it trails off into a contented sigh.

He sucks on Sherlock's nipple. He notes peripherally the mess of bruises, but decides he has more or less given up on marking new territory.

(Before it was politeness. Now, with the warmth at his skin, it's especially wonderful to encounter an even-colder spot with his mouth.)

His fingers slide down Sherlock's cock, repositioning beneath the underwear he still hasn't dislodged with total success. They stroke back up.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock makes an extremely similar sort of sound, shuddering.

[semicharmed]

"God, your hands," he groans.

He intends to continue along this vein, now that he has the hang of stroking him and kissing and biting his chest-- but the feeling of cold fingers at his hip, over the tattoo there, sends a jolt through him like fire.

[wearsthecoats]

"Mm?" says Sherlock, pausing with his hand just past the tattoo.

[semicharmed]

"Oh-- God."

He sounds breathless and dazed.

Then his hand starts to move faster on Sherlock's cock.

"Kiss me," he breathes, kissing back up Sherlock's chest in a distracted trail, "please, kiss me."

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock kisses him. Emphatically.

[semicharmed]

Later, perhaps Matt will note that Hanuman is a protective tattoo, a protective tattoo that is (like his spell) Hindu in origin.

For now, he only moans into Sherlock's mouth, keeping up the rhythm with his hand.

[wearsthecoats]

Frost is gathering in his hair and on his skin, melting wherever Matt touches him. He hums into the kiss.

[semicharmed]

He drags his teeth over Sherlock's lip, free hand sliding around the back of his neck.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock moans.

His hand slides down over Matt's hip again, deliberately.

[semicharmed]

He whimpers, pressing his face into Sherlock's neck with a shudder.

His grip on Sherlock's cock tightens briefly.

What--

[wearsthecoats]

"I don't know what that is," Sherlock breathes, "but I think I like it."

[semicharmed]

"I don't," Matt gasps, "know either ..."

His brain refuses to cooperate on this one.

All it's telling him is to get more friction, take everything all the way off, maybe--

"I wanna suck your cock," he murmurs fervently, tilting his head towards his ear.

"Can I?"

[wearsthecoats]

Unequivocally: "Yes."

[semicharmed]

Matt shivers pleasantly, pressing his mouth to Sherlock's neck long enough for a kiss.

His free hand trails down his chest; when it reaches his waistband, both hands tug at his trousers and underwear to get them-- finally-- properly down.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock wriggles in a way that is probably intended to be helpful.

[semicharmed]

Matt is highly singleminded at the present moment, so as long as he's not being actively opposed, he's good!

He bends down, nose brushing along Sherlock's cock from head to base.

[wearsthecoats]

He sprawls out limply on the bed and moans encouragement.

[semicharmed]

God, this is why he does this.

His mind isn't any clearer than that, this is why, but it probably has something to do with Sherlock's moan and the magic on his skin and how it feels to run his tongue up the underside of his cock.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock whimpers.

[semicharmed]

It's a whimper he wants to soothe, but the best way he can think to do it is to suck in his cheeks and wrap his lips around his cock.

[wearsthecoats]

Highly effective.

[semicharmed]

Taking him into his mouth like this-- when he feels so warm-- is completely exquisite.

It is sort of almost exactly not at all like sucking a popsicle. (He'd wondered.) Sherlock's cold, very cold, but the texture of his skin is soft and he tastes-- human.

For want of a better word.

[wearsthecoats]

Also, popsicles don't moan like this. Generally speaking.

[semicharmed]

Matt sucks down enthusiastically, Hanuman blazing at his hip.

This is.

Incredible.