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

[semicharmed]

He laughs.

"Glad to hear it."

A lazy stretch.

"Okay. I'll clean myself off and get this going." The longer he waits, the higher the chance he'll miss the no-TMI timing again.

[wearsthecoats]

"You do that," Sherlock murmurs, kissing his shoulder.

[semicharmed]

Matt rustles up some willpower and gets to his feet.

A quick jaunt to the bathroom to clean himself off, and he's back to sketching chalk circles on the carpet.

This time he's naked.

"All right, Agni," he murmurs, glancing back to his computer screen for the next sigil in the sequence, "I hope I'm not calling too many times ..."

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock watches attentively.

[semicharmed]

He's pleased; he managed to get more energy this time around. It might help that he's more comfortable with Sherlock and more confident in the spell.

Matt steps inside the new circle, and again closes it off. Again, he murmurs a prayer in an ancient language, leaving the cardamom and rosemary to burn in the dish.

The aura around him shifts tawnier and warmer.

[wearsthecoats]

It's still every bit as fascinating.

[semicharmed]

After a moment, once the aura has settled, Matt steps out of the circle with a crooked smile.

"Okay," he says.

"I feel like I just programmed myself with a self-destruct button."

Cardamom is a terrible, wonderful, worst/greatest idea herb.

[wearsthecoats]

"Does this metaphor end in explosions?" he asks, opening his arms.

[semicharmed]

He grins, stepping in and sliding his arms around Sherlock's waist. The shock of it-- though it feels the same as last time, the same fever-warmth to perfect chill-- still makes him gasp.

He kisses Sherlock's chest.

"I think that one's up to you."

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock hugs Matt to him and kisses the top of his head.

"In that case, it absolutely does."

[semicharmed]

He shivers, pleasant.

"Oh, boy," he mumbles.

A beat.

"In that case: experiments. Did you have anything specific in mind?"

[wearsthecoats]

"Not... as such. The extent of my ambition is to have something at least half that glorious again without having to defrost the bed afterward."

[semicharmed]

"Ahh."

He presumes this has to do with control.

Pressing another kiss to his chest, Matt says, "Can I help?"

[wearsthecoats]

"Not sure," he muses. "Other than by continuing to be glorious."

[semicharmed]

He grins.

"I plan to do my very best."

His mouth turns towards a nipple, teeth scraping and tongue flicking against it.

"Of course," he muses.

"If you want to avoid defrosting the bed for sure, we could always go for the couch this time. Or a wall. Or the floor."

[wearsthecoats]

He laughs, tipping his head back.

"Mm. What a pleasant array of options."

[semicharmed]

Kneading his fingers into Sherlock's back-- God, touching him is so tripped-- Matt says against his chest, "I'm here to help."

[wearsthecoats]

"Couch is most comfortable," he decides. "I have a distinct desire to put you in my lap and kiss you some more."

[semicharmed]

"That is inspired."

Matt bites his nipple; then he straightens, sidling along in a couchward direction with his arms still around Sherlock's waist.

:D?

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock settles onto the couch and pulls Matt down on top of him to execute this plan.

[semicharmed]

Matt finds this a completely ideal situation.

After a moment's fumbling to achieve optimal lap straddling, he stretches up to give him a passionate kiss.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock leans down to meet him, framing his face between cold hands.

[semicharmed]

He makes a soft, needy sound against his mouth.

[wearsthecoats]

At which Sherlock sighs happily.

[semicharmed]

His hands feel so perfect on his face, just like this.


Matt snakes a hand stealthily up his chest as he kisses him. He wants to run another trial of this nipple experiment.