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 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.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock shivered at the sensation of John's thrusts, each movement of his and Jim's pushing him closer -dangerously so- to the edge. He gave a soft 'ahn' of both surprise and pleasure when John stroked both himself and Jim even as he continued to fuck him. It was brilliant and glorious and too much if he wanted to keep himself from coming like Jim had wanted.]

[His eyes flicked over to look at Jim when he spoke, actually taking a moment to fully realize what he'd said. He was giving him permission, now? It wasn't as though either of them would have much choice in the matter either way if this continued, he supposed. He groaned involuntarily at one of John's thrust-stroke combos, his arms keeping a tight hold on Jim's form as he trembled at the overwhelming euphoria.]

[He responds automatically to the kiss, gasping as Jim attacked his neck.] "Please." [He practically whined, the word uttered soft and broken as though he really couldn't hold himself back for much longer, which was actually quite true. He normally wouldn't like having to beg, but Jim's 'it's okay' had somehow made him actually believe it to the point where his normal defenses were down. He was sure he'd be wondering just how the hell Jim did that when he was back to himself. For now, though, all that he could think of was what they were doing to him right now.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[The poor doctor was thrown for a loop when he overheard Jim and Sherlock's whispered words. His thrusts never faltered, his panting breaths kept a firm rhythm. When Sherlock's 'please' filled the air, John's hips moved a touch faster, his fist stroking and squeezing them just a touch more.]

[John was furious that Sherlock wasn't facing him, but what he felt of Sherlock was enough to focus on his task of bringing him up and over the edge. Right now, his soul goal was for Sherlock to cum screaming his name, to know that it was John doing all of the work and Jim stealing the credit.]

"Sherlock ... " [That name dripped from his lips like liquid velvet, mouthing Sherlock's shoulder blade with his lips and teeth. He was about to blow, but he needed Sherlock to lose it first. His hand picked up the pace, his teeth moving up to that languid throat to bite down hard. Fingers shifted to grip only Sherlock's cock just then and really let him feel John and only John against him.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Sherlock's broken, desperate 'please' makes Jim take his next breath a little deeper. It resonates through his body faster than anything they've done so far, and he wants Sherlock to say it again, over and over. Even with the whole night ahead of them tonight isn't going to be enough. Jim will be keeping Sherlock around for awhile. He bucks into John's tightened grip, Sherlock's word filling him with a sudden, urgent need himself, and he's pleased that John is hurrying this along. He kisses and sucks at Sherlock's neck, leaving little marks for the morning.]

[He huffs in frustration as John lets him go. Maybe it's for the better, so Jim won't lose himself yet (and Jim's both annoyed and pleased that he's still being logical about it). But it had still felt great and now it's gone. Soon enough, he thinks, desperately warm against Sherlock's body.]

[John sounds close; just hearing the way he says Sherlock's name makes Jim shudder. He slides his hand up from John's hip, stroking up the side of his body, and then dragging his nails back down, wanting John to cum. It would still be great if John finishes first, and then Sherlock would be begging Jim for anything, for everything. But it probably won't go that way.]

[Jim nips at Sherlock's earlobe and says forcefully, not just as though it's permission but like it's an order,] "Yes."

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock tips his head up to give each of them better access to his neck, though he tells himself that he's just trying to catch his breath, which was turning out to be rather difficult. He gasps as John bites down, his teeth worrying his lip as he tried to stifle his own groans of satisfaction.]

[He shudders again and rests his forehead on Jim's shoulder, his arms not relenting in the iron grip he had on the criminal. He bites down on Jim's collarbone as he breathes 'yes' against his ear, still trying to keep himself quiet. It only worked for a second at best, before he stops biting Jim and concentrates on breathing. It really was sheer force of will that had held him back to this point, so just a few more moments of attention from John and the breath was stolen from him in a harsh shout of John's name as he came hard, harder than he could've ever anticipated. He kept his face hidden, buried in the crook of Jim's neck, but the shouting (that had since turned wordless) and trembling was telling enough of how thoroughly he was losing it. He whimpered in the aftermath, shivering all over as he clung to Jim while aftershocks fizzled through him. As pure satiation washed over him, he distantly wondered how he could feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time in between his nemesis and his only real friend.]