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]

"Mm," he says, tipping his head to one side. "That too, yes."

[semicharmed]

He presses another sucking kiss to Sherlock's neck, drawing it out.

Then, with effort, he sits up.

"Okay," he says.

"Cleaning up. Then, if you're feeling like it, I am personally not opposed to working out some of the kinks in this spell."

[wearsthecoats]

"I would love to," he says, unequivocally.

"And if you're going to clean up the floor I probably ought to clean up the bed."

[semicharmed]

Matt grins, tugging his boxers back into place.

"Sounds like a plan."

He slides off the bed and stretches. He looks towards the chalk circle and his bowl of burnt herbs ... but turns to glance back at Sherlock.

"I'll, uh. Try to replicate that thing with my tattoo."

[wearsthecoats]

"Much obliged."

[semicharmed]

Some minutes later, Matt is on his hands and knees squinting at the carpet.

"I think it's gone.

Of course, if I'm casting this spell again, I'll only have to re-clean it later."

[wearsthecoats]

"I can still see it," Sherlock volunteers, glancing over from the bathroom where he has been de-icing the sheets. "But that's hardly a surprise. I think it's all right."

[semicharmed]

Matt sighs, turning his way.

"Well, great. I'll just draw the new circle in the same place, then."

He goes through his bag for fresh ingredients.

"Out of curiosity," he calls, "was there anything you wanted to try without the warmth spell?"

[wearsthecoats]

"One day I should be able to do everything without. Today is not that day," he sighs. "For the moment I think I like the possibilities better with."

[semicharmed]

"You got it," Matt says, setting the last of his rosemary and cardamom back in his (freshly cleaned) bowl.

"In that case ... I'll cast the spell to keep us out of each other's heads, and then I'll need to generate that extra energy again."

Be still, his magicking ... heart.

Let's go with 'heart.'

[wearsthecoats]

"I like the sound of that."

[semicharmed]

Matt's a moment about envisioning geometric enclosures and murmuring Latin with a little Coptic.

Then he rises, giving another stretch.

"In that case--"

A faint grin.

"When you said you might like to watch. You did like to watch?"

[wearsthecoats]

"Absolutely."

[semicharmed]

"Ah."

He isn't blushing this time.

But he's getting a gooey anticipatory feeling, the memories in his quite-recent past convincing his legs that they don't want to support him. Matt slides onto the couch.

"Then maybe come over here and kiss me a bit," he murmurs.

"Last time it helped."

[wearsthecoats]

"Happy to oblige," he says, and settles in next to Matt for some dedicated kissing.

[semicharmed]

Matt slides into his lap as soon as the opportunity presents itself, hands running up his chest.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock pulls Matt closer, warming himself to human temperatures.

[semicharmed]

While Matt is a wildly enthusiastic proponent of Sherlock losing control, at this point he's a fan of him holding onto it for a few minutes.

His mouth opens against Sherlock's, tongue nudging at his lips.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock makes a pleased little sound and parts his lips for Matt's tongue.

[semicharmed]

Matt's tongue darts into Sherlock's mouth, while Matt makes a very pleased sound himself.

His fingers, meanwhile, find one of Sherlock's nipples and pinch experimentally.

[wearsthecoats]

He makes another, more emphatic sound, his hands tightening on Matt's shoulders.

[semicharmed]

"Mm," Matt sighs into his mouth; his tongue touches Sherlock's.

As the pinch is a demonstrable success, he tries it again. This time he adds a slight graze of his nails.

[wearsthecoats]

Even better!

[semicharmed]

Experiments are great!

Matt pulls back reluctantly for breath, pinching Sherlock's other nipple.

It's not a real experiment if you only do one.

[wearsthecoats]

He moans. Experiments are awesome.