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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[jim_moriarty]

[Jim nuzzles John's shoulder and lightly runs a hand down Sherlock's side as John starts getting things ready. Jim likes to focus on Sherlock, on how needy and disheveled he already looks, but his eyes drift too often to all the little things John's doing, paying close attention but trying not to hover: to the work with the condom, the lube, the fingers.]

[John's methods wouldn't be Jim's choices on how to proceed, but he bites his bottom lip to keep his judgment to himself in another rare moment of restraint. (The things he does for love or whatever sensation this is.) He'd suspected it before, but now he's certain: John's clearly had too many doctor's patience and not enough anal sex (at least with virgins -- and probably not any at all, though Jim can't be certain about that yet), and Sherlock obviously hasn't been with anyone. John can do it from this angle, but... Jim wants to correct John, to tell him that he should roll Sherlock on his side so it'll be easier, because it's more fussy and less thorough this way -- and Jim's a consultant, he corrects people for a living -- but no.]

[And maybe he's really just critical of John himself.]

[So instead, he does something much more difficult and deals with it.]

"Pull your knees up," [he says to Sherlock, and helpfully takes a hold beneath Sherlock's knee and lifts, to give John better access. It's not very dignified and a little awkward but it'll be easier for them both to prepare Sherlock this way. Shagging face-to-face (which is obviously where this is going) isn't the easiest of positions for a first time, so the least (truly, the least, if Jim wants this to go over well for him) that he can do is help. Jim doesn't want to risk this being done wrong and putting Sherlock off.]

[With Sherlock's knees lifted, thoughts of it make him smile; seeing Sherlock all awkward and uncomfortable, with his ankles over John's shoulders, that might be beautiful. He gently strokes the side of Sherlock's thigh with his thumb.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock watched every move of the other two men intently, anxiety and excitement at constant war in his head regarding the situation he found himself in. He liked the feel of John's kisses that spoke of seemingly infinite appreciation of his own body. He never really thought much about it, himself. Sure, he knew he was considered quite attractive generally, and it was convenient to use his good looks to get what he wanted out of someone, but it never mattered beyond that. John seemed to be almost worshiping him with every touch, and it was as brilliant as it was unexpected. And to say that Sherlock hadn't expected something was entirely rare in itself. But then, John always managed to surprise him.]

[He squirmed a bit under the attention, his hands threading through John's hair as he positioned himself above him. He gasped softly and tensed automatically as John's questing finger pressed against him. He took a deep breath when John told him to relax, nodding again as the tensity in his muscles eased up a bit and allowed John to breach him, eliciting a ragged exhale as he tried to acclimate to the feeling. His eyes flick over to Jim when he speaks, hesitantly following his direction and moving his other leg to rest on John's shoulder. The vulnerability of the position was something he really wasn't used to, but it was exhilarating at the same time. Everything was new about this, and new had been pretty damn brilliant so far. He shivered as Jim stroked him and John prepared him, the fact that they were both being so gentle alleviating his concern about involving himself in an activity that was completely foreign to him. His fingers massaged John's scalp and he leaned in to kiss him gently.]

"I'm alright, John. Go on." [He said, half to be reassuring and half to urge him to continue. The sensations were interesting, to say the least. Odd, but not unwelcome at all. He wanted to get used to this and see what it would feel like when John finally took him. The very thought was nearly enough to drive him mad with anticipation.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[At the first sign of Sherlock's acceptance, his finger pressed further until he was in to the knuckle and immediately knew just how to curve and stroke the man's prostate. It was a light caress, a tease of sorts and he felt Sherlock's inexperienced body instantly tense. He paused there and focused on a deeper kiss to distract him while that finger lazily moved in and out. He was nearly pressing Sherlock in half, kissing him with his legs draped over his shoulders like that, but it only lasted a moment before John had broken it to focus his attentions on preparing him.]

[Pulling out, he introduced a second finger and keened softly when Sherlock's body expected it and let him in. Kissing the man's leg closest to his lips, he worked those fingers a touch harder than the single digit. He lost all sight of Jim and could do nothing but take in Sherlock's face, the way his eyes went wide at what the doctor was doing to him.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim's willingness to let John and Sherlock get all snuggly on their own (or as close to 'on their own' as he'll let them) is about used up, and he fidgets with impatience. His hold flexes under Sherlock's knee, his hand tensing and relaxing in the slightest hint of agitation. Watching Sherlock go all gooey is fun, but it's a lot more fun when Jim's the one doing it.]

[Jim takes Sherlock's wrist, pulling his hand from John's hair and pushing it down on the bed. He leans over his arm, coming in close to Sherlock with his elbow braced by Sherlock's head, dropping his hold on Sherlock's knee in the process and not really caring about how unhelpful that is or not. His hand slides up Sherlock's chest between him and John, brushing chest hair and a nipple, and splays dangerously over Sherlock's throat.]

[Jim can feel Sherlock's pulse; it's racing. His fingers twitch, like he might tighten his hold, before turning Sherlock's chin toward him instead, and leaning in to take his lips. The kiss is forceful and a reassertion of Jim's claim: 'mine'. His teeth roughly graze Sherlock's bottom lip before he unromantically shoves his tongue deep into Sherlock's mouth, taking space inside his body just for the sake of doing it.]

[When he pulls back, he grabs John and pulls him down to kiss him next. This one isn't a claim on John, although it might as well be. John belongs to Sherlock: a toy he brought along to share. Jim's fingers tighten harshly on the back of John's neck as he takes that share. John's not his the way Sherlock's his, but John's still his to play with.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock gasped as his entire body twitched when John grazed his prostate, never expecting that it would feel that damn good. Hopefully John didn't do that very often, or he'd have an extremely hard time adhering to Jim's instruction not to come. He eagerly leaned in to meet John's kiss, dragging his nails up his back as he started to get used to this. He broke away after a moment with a husky growl as John added another finger and continued to work him over. His chest heaves as his breathing becomes more erratic, his eyes flicking to Jim as he felt him grab his wrist. He doesn't fight it, far too curious about what he's going to do even as John made preparing him into such fantastic torture. He can't help but tremble a bit at the combination of John and Jim's hands on him that made it seem like he would just disappear if they weren't both touching him.]

[He's worried for a moment when Jim puts his hand on his throat that he might make breathing quite a bit more difficult by choking him. He doesn't, which Sherlock is grateful for, and he's all too ready to let Jim assault his mouth. He simultaneously wants to press back against John and lean up into Jim's kiss, which he manages somehow with a twitch of his hips and a stretch of his neck. He groaned against Jim's mouth before he broke away, heaving a shaky breath as he clung to John and shuddered under his ministrations. He leans up to kiss and nip at John's exposed neck and jawline, shifting his hips to try and meet each movement of John's fingers.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[Just when he thought it was getting good, Jim reinserted himself into the picture. He felt Sherlock's body twitch against his fingers when Moriarty pressed those dangerously delicate fingers to his flatmate's throat. It was about to go too far, but then Jim pulled those fingers back and proceeded to snog the breath out of Sherlock instead. He saw tongue and felt his chest immediately tighten. It was hot, there was no more normal reaction to it than that. John licked his lips in preparation, but when the moment came he wasn't exactly prepared. Jim was on him like a hawk to prey, biting and tugging oh John's neck harshly.]

[John's groan was misconstrued to mean he liked it. Which he did, but he didn't want to do so. Because it was Jim Moriarty. His mind would never let him live that down. Fingers didn't stop moving, even as he felt the other set of lips on him. John nipped back at Jim, not afraid to knock teeth and gnash at him a little. Needing to free his hands of Sherlock's body to really push Jim away, John was suddenly in a quandary.]

[But then his fingers curled and really pressed hard against Sherlock's prostate, going well beyond pleasure and into a touch of pain. Jim made him lose his concentration and he ripped the kiss away when Sherlock's entire body rang out in a massive shudder of pain from his fingers. He tried to sooth him, but the damage was done.]

"Shit ... sorry, mate ... " [He leaned down to whisper into Sherlock's ear, fingers on the verge of pulling out]

[jim_moriarty]

[John's kiss is violent, and Jim holds him close by the neck to assault him more. John's bottom lip is caught between Jim's teeth when he feels Sherlock's shudder, and he abruptly pulls back. The first thing that comes to mind is that it's a reaction of pleasure, and his eyes quickly dart to the signs for it, but then he immediately realizes that's wrong. Understanding now, his eyes narrow and he focuses an accusatory glare on John, as though Jim himself has been the one personally hurt. In a way, he is.]

[He brushes fingers over Sherlock's forehead: a gentle soothing motion as he pulls aside Sherlock's bangs. Jim will take care of him.]

"Maybe this position is too complicated for our first time," [he says too-pleasantly to John. Though he's technically referring to all-of-their first time together, not to Sherlock's (or John's) first time, there's enough over-emphasis there that even John can't miss it. Jim mentions this as a lead-in to a suggestion, but it's also a warning: 'don't fuck this up.' Jim wants this to go well, and now he also wants Sherlock to roll over so when John fucks him from behind Jim has Sherlock's front to tease and play with. So it's an excellent excuse to suggest,] "It'll be more comfortable on your side."

[He touches John's shoulder and gives him a sturdy push. It's not enough to dislodge him; Jim doesn't want to inadvertently hurt Sherlock again. But it's enough to make a point.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock can't help a sharp gasp at the pain, his fingers twitching to tighten his grip on John's shoulders. It was probably a good (albeit unpleasant) thing in the end, considering he had been getting precariously close to coming before the pain helped dial it back a bit. He huffed a few short breaths, his fingers slackening their vice-like grip on John's shoulders.]

"F..fine, it's fine." [He managed, stroking the back of John's neck in reassurance. He glances up curiously at Jim, swearing he could see something that almost bordered on protectiveness in his eyes, as utterly impossible as that was to believe. But then, that touch to his forehead was as comforting as it was unexpected, and actually served to help relax him a bit, against all preconceived notions. He thought dimly that he must have Stockholm syndrome, because the very notion of Jim's touch making him feel better about anything ever had to be a psychological disturbance of some kind.]

[When he was at least somewhat at ease again, he nods to Jim's notion of a change in position. He was folded up somewhat awkwardly as it was, and the idea of being pressed fully against both of them was a rather appealing one.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[Not one to like being given sex advice, he probably thought that Jim was right only because Sherlock seemed to agree. John's fingers left Sherlock's body, reaching out to wipe them off on the bed before urging Sherlock onto his side by prying his legs from his shoulders and setting them gently back down on the bed, knees together. Crawling along Sherlock's body to lay flush up against him, John felt the lanky man tremble in his arms as he began with light kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders.]

[With arms around his middle, Jim now had full advantage of Sherlock's front and that's what he'd been trying to avoid. Not to mention having them both watch Jim must've really stroked the mad man's ego, so instead John feels compelled to bury his nose in Sherlock's hair and avoid the eye contact all together. Reaching a hand down along a milky white inner thigh, he nudged the man's legs apart just a little, his cock more than ready to get on with it but his mind screaming at him to treat him 'right.']

[Hands then spread Sherlock's arse cheeks and he offered a soft 'ready?' into the man's ear. All he needed was a nod. It was all sorts of wrong, with so many alarms going off in his mind that it was hard to concentrate on the idea that he was about to take Sherlock Holmes. His flatmate, his friend, the first man he ever fancied in his life.]

[Letting his eyes flutter closed, he rubbed his sheathed prick against his slick hole, at war with himself over if this was truly a good idea or not. He wanted it, oh Gods yes he wanted it. But not like this. And that hurt John each and ever second he went forward with it.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim is bad at hiding his glee -- and he is trying, if only just a bit -- as he cuddles up to Sherlock's front with a pleased smile, his eyes on Sherlock like a predator watches prey as it takes it down. At first his hands just rest on Sherlock's chest and stomach, momentarily enjoying the new access to his body, and he puts soft little kisses on Sherlock's lips and jaw. His kisses travel up to John, and he pushes himself up enough to lean over Sherlock to place a few kisses on him as well. Then he's sliding his hands over Sherlock hungrily: over his waist, his hip, down his thigh, touching him everywhere except where he most aches for it. He might not be the one about to fuck Sherlock, but facing him while it happens, this is so much better. They're both so warm and Jim feels wonderfully breathless.]

[He pulls Sherlock's knee up to his hip, shifting to a position for Sherlock to comfortably lean on him, so he can relax into him for what's happening next. Jim likes being the one to hold him in that metaphorical way of keeping him together, if only for the moment. He sees the appeal though; it's like playing the good guy, and John's the one about to break him. Jim's going to help with that in the best way though. Sherlock's trapped on both sides.]

[John wasn't asking if Jim was ready, but he certainly is. His hand slides up Sherlock's thigh to John's hip, grabbing him there, encouraging him to go. He looks at Sherlock, impossibly close, wanting to see him give in, to watch every shift of expression on his face as it happens.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock obligingly moved to lay on his side, sighing softly as he sunk back into John's embrace. He gave an appreciative hum against Jim's kiss as John nuzzled and kissed his neck, shivering at the stroke of his thigh. He thought that he might somehow feel less vulnerable in this position, but it was only now that he realized that Jim could see every scrap of emotion that flitted across his features like this. He hesitantly moved a hand to rest on Jim's hip, momentarily conflicted on whether he was trying to keep him at bay or urging him closer.

[It was clear which won out after Jim tugged his leg around him and he used both his leg and his arm to pull him even closer against him. He shudders, nodding to John with a groan as he rubbed up against him. He wonders idly just how long he can keep up an unaffected expression while he was trapped in between them like this, still unable to guess how John himself would compare to his fingers. He leans in to kiss Jim in hopes of distracting both him as well as himself from what was about to happen. John was going to take him, and the mere thought of it elicited another shiver as he tries to press himself even closer to both of them somehow. He tries to relax and focus on snogging Jim so that he isn't tensed up when John finally gets on with it.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[John honestly was at a loss of words, finding Sherlock's body and sinking into it ever so slowly. The muscles clenched and John froze. With his mouth hanging wide open, a silent cry was begging to be spilled against Sherlock's neck.]

[A few beats passed and John was ok to move a little more. He was quite a bit bigger than his two fingers, Jim having not given him time for an all too thorough preparation. Sherlock wasn't fragile, but there was still a point the doctor didn't want to cross. He wanted nothing but Sherlock's happiness.]

[But as he'd begun to inch inside of him, Jim was dragging them both closer, with hands and kisses forcing John in against Sherlock's body, and Sherlock's body then against Moriarty's. An arm came out and under Sherlock's, reaching in to grab at Jim, to get his nails against his skin and initiate a little tug forward to sandwich Sherlock between them. Once he was there, he was fully sheathed inside the lanky man's body and Gods it was brilliant. Even more so than his mind, he'd wager.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim returns Sherlock's kiss, hungry for more of him. His eyelids lower, but don't close; he's still paying close attention to the shift of relaxation or tension in Sherlock's body, to his breathing, to the flow of his lips and his kisses. There's still much to see as John eases inside him, though Jim still pulls back from the kiss at for a moment to just watch.]

[Jim's not being fucked but he can almost feel it, watching the reaction in Sherlock. John's nail on his skin send a thrilling little sensation shuddering through his body. Jim dives in for another kiss, urging Sherlock's lips open as he forcefully takes him in. They're nestled so close that Jim's erection is pressed low against Sherlock's body, beside the curve of Sherlock's thigh. Sherlock's cock is against him as well. Still gripping John's hip, Jim uses it for leverage to pull himself forward and grind.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock gasped again, a bit louder than he would have liked as John entered him. It was glorious, feeling every inch sliding slowly -almost tortuously so- into him. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as his fingers tightened the grip he had on Jim's body. He would have been more self-conscious about the rather embarrassing moans and whines he was making, but he was too overwhelmed by the pleasure and newness of it all to care very much. His eyes were squeezed shut for a moment, shudders wracking his body as John fully buried himself into him. He panted heavily as he dug his nails into Jim's back, keeping his eyes shut so he couldn't see Jim's eyes on him, even though he could feel it.]

[He jumped slightly as Jim kissed him, though it wasn't long before he's responding, groaning against his mouth as they snogged. His breath hitched audibly and he broke off the kiss when Jim ground them together, panting as his pulsing erection was attended to. It was so much -so intense, especially for a virgin- that Sherlock wondered how Jim ever expected he would be able to keep himself from coming if this continued, as much as he yearned for the moment that John started moving again.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[After a moment to let him stretch, John found his hips pulling back and immediately thrusting forward when it became too much. With each thrust, a low grunt was starting in his chest. That hand snuck between the two men, feeling Jim's grinding and Sherlock's body writhing from his ministrations.]

[He found where their pricks lined up beside one another and curled his callused fist around both of them as best he could. He gave them both a stroke simultaneously, pressing his open mouthed moan to a point between Sherlock's shoulder blades, he timed his thrusts with his stroke, feeling nothing but warmth against his hand, against his front, and to the roots of his hair. He was so incredibly comfortable.]

Sorry for the delay, boys, crime is so troublesome this time of year

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim gasps as John grabs him, and bucks into the touch. His nails scrap against John's hip, then grabs him and pulls him in again. It feels amazing to finally be touched like this, and if it goes on long enough then John might even get him off. But it won't.]

[Jim already knows that there's no way Sherlock's going to be able to withstand much more. It's written all over Sherlock's face, in his breaths and moans, in the nails digging gloriously into Jim's back, in his body and in the urgency at which he kisses. It tastes like begging and desperation. Jim lets the taste linger on his lips, slow to let Sherlock go from them.]

"Ask for it," [he says, breathless, with his lips brushing Sherlock's cheek as he speaks. He thrusts into John's hand, rubbing against Sherlock to make it clear.] "It's okay."

[Sherlock has his permission, but Jim would love to hear him say it anyway.]

[Jim will still have Sherlock other ways, afterward. But if Sherlock cums like this, facing him, wrapped in both him and John, it'll be even better than having Sherlock first himself. And Jim can take his sexual frustration out on him after. He eagerly kisses him again, and then kisses down his jaw to his throat: hungry kisses, with his teeth lightly scraping over Sherlock's pulse.]