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]

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.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock may be shaking a little.

[semicharmed]

Matt's hands smooth up his thighs as his lips move. His tongue pushes against his cock.

[wearsthecoats]

The layer of frost on his skin is thickening.

He hasn't let himself go like this in... a long time. God, it's wonderful.

[semicharmed]

Matt feels like he could do this for a long, long time.

All of it-- not just this part, the sucking off part, but the spell and the touching-- God, he could touch him for hours.

His mouth starts to move faster, lips wrapping tight, and he stays mindful of Sherlock's breath and the sounds he makes and the level of cold.

The spell's been great so far, but he didn't fine-tune it to accommodate swallowing.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock should really be thinking about that right now.

He really isn't.



And it just became quite relevant.