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]

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.

[wearsthecoats]

That is a good experiment and Sherlock is more than happy to continue it.

[semicharmed]

Excellent!

Still sighing into his mouth, head tilting against his hand, Matt pinches.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock hums.

[semicharmed]

Matt lets his nails graze, free arm sliding down Sherlock's side.

[wearsthecoats]

"I'm—fond of that," he understates.

[semicharmed]

"I'll do it again," Matt mumbles with a smile.

And he does.

[wearsthecoats]

"Very fond," Sherlock amends breathlessly.

[semicharmed]

"Lemme know when you want me to bite you," he adds in a contented slur, with another scrape of his nails.

[wearsthecoats]

"Always."

[semicharmed]

With that sort of encouragement, Matt closes the gap between their mouths and nips sharply.

[wearsthecoats]

He whimpers softly, twining his fingers in Matt's hair.

[semicharmed]

Matt gives a pleasant sigh, head tilting to follow the touch.

His nails flick against Sherlock's nipple again as his teeth drag at his lower lip.

[wearsthecoats]

His hand tightens; he moans.

[semicharmed]

"Mmm ..."

Matt's lips leave his mouth and start to trail along his jaw. The fingers of his free hand drift further down his side, digging into Sherlock's hip.

[wearsthecoats]

His hand slides down to the back of Matt's neck and presses there, chilling slightly. But he doesn't let himself frost.