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 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.

[semicharmed]

He shifts back, tugging his boxers down and kicking them to the floor.

Then he turns, and settles back in Sherlock's lap with his back against his chest.

Tilting his head towards his shoulder, "I have a pretty good idea of the boundary. I don't know if you can see it, but-- you can touch me. If you want." A grin. "Or call out directions, I don't care."

[wearsthecoats]

"I like touching you," he murmurs, kissing the top of Matt's head.

[semicharmed]

"Works out," Matt notes in contentment.

He slips his hand around his cock and starts to stroke.

Last time was all focus and prayer, but this time, familiarity makes focusing easier. He can linger on the tactile: Sherlock's skin against his, his lips in his hair, the feel of his own cock in his hand.

He takes this one slower, lips appreciatively shaping the Sanskrit.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock runs his fingers through Matt's hair, hugging him gently. Such a lovely warm little human creature.

[semicharmed]

The human creature turns his cheek to rest against Sherlock's shoulder, hand still stroking.

He makes a soft umm sound as his fingers brush the head of his cock.

(reverence be to thee when thou art turned away,
reverence to thee when thou art turned hither

reverence be--)

[wearsthecoats]

It's very peaceful, holding him like this, careful of temperature and paying close attention to his every little sound.