Claridge's

[jim_moriarty]

Closed to shutupimagenius and dearjohnwatson.
R-18 for sexual content, dub-con, and god-only-knows-what.
Continuation of the Jim Likes Texting RP at dressing221b, picking up right in the middle of things at the hotel room.

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[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock gave a hum of approbation when Jim responds to the kiss, eagerly tilting his head to get that perfect angle as he attacked his mouth. Jim had been so untouchable up until tonight, and to feel his warm and lithe body pressed so fully against him as they kissed was more satisfying than he could've imagined. He quite liked this feeling of having the fantastically brilliant criminal's body enveloped so completely by his own. His lips twitch into a smirk when Jim laughs, the sound of it intensely attractive when it didn't suggest malicious intent.]

[He quickly glances back at John when he felt the tug on his hair, eagerly meeting his lips for another snog, moaning softly against his lips as he's practically floored by the emotion and passion in it. He couldn't help but wonder why John had never done this before, because he was amazing at it. He was sure he wouldn't have had to take out his boredom on the wall so many times if John had tried this whenever Sherlock got bored. He keeps an arm firmly about John's back to join

[dearjohnwatson]

[John gave another moan, having brought all of his weight down onto the two men with such fervor it was bordering on desperation now. He wanted to push Jim away and get at Sherlock alone, but the slightly smaller man rubbed against him in all the right ways. With his sweater off, John felt just how hot and bothered Jim was

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim's breathless for just a moment as John steps away. He leans comfortably back against Sherlock's body, enjoying the way he curves back into him so easily, like he fit there and all kinds of other silly romanticisms. Jim doesn't realize how distracted he's become until John gives the order. Jim lifts an eyebrow then, quickly coming back to himself. He'd had no idea John was into kinky places for sex, he'd seemed so vanilla and normal. It tickles Jim in many ways, but something else is distracting him from fully appreciating it.]

"No, no," [Jim says, not quite as breathless as he was a moment before now that he's focused on something else. He turns around, feeling somewhat cold now that he's not pressed between bodies, and takes Sherlock's wrists to pull in the opposite way John is going, trying to get Sherlock to come off the table. What had been a game of minds is now a game of tug-of-war, and Jim is going to win this one too.]

"I admire your enthusiasm, John, but I did not get us one of the nicest hotel rooms in London for its

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock leans back slightly against John when he settles behind him, closing his eyes with a soft moan at his lips on his throat. He had absolutely no problem with following John's direction, canting his head to give John more access to his neck.]

[He nearly forgot Jim was there for a moment, concentrating on scooting back into John's arms. That was, until he heard Jim speak and felt his hands on his wrists. He furrows his brow in confusion, and finds that he can't move very easily thanks to the other men's holds on him. He glances from Jim to John, unable to do much about his position until one of them decides one way or another where to go. He didn't care, really, though a bed would be more comfortable, which would be welcome because he was fairly sure he was going to be knocked out of whatever surreal comfort zone he'd found as he kissed his flatmate and arch-enemy in turn. He still could scarcely believe that he was in this situation in the first place, but the way John was holding him right now seemed to make all this