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

[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.

[semicharmed]

That moan makes Matt feel suddenly overdressed in his boxers.

He presses his mouth to Sherlock's throat and sucks.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock whimpers softly.

[semicharmed]

Matt's nails scrape his nipple a little more roughly as his other hand tightens on Sherlock's arm.

He bites his neck, though it's more a closing of his teeth on Sherlock's skin.

[wearsthecoats]

He lets out a long, low groan.

[semicharmed]

Ohh God yes this is incredibly helpful.

Matt's hips shift sharply in Sherlock's lap as he kisses his neck.

[wearsthecoats]

Is it? Good! Then perhaps this succession of little whimpers will have a similar effect.

[semicharmed]

It does indeed seem to.

Or at least: Matt bites him again, where his neck meets his shoulder.

[wearsthecoats]

He slumps against the couch and flickers cold, moaning.

[semicharmed]

Matt gasps and grinds down on his lap. His teeth scrape above his collar bone.

"I can turn around this time," he murmurs.

"So you can see but I won't ... get you all sticky."

[wearsthecoats]

"Good plan," Sherlock breathes.