Prompting Part XXIV

[sherlockbbc_fic]

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Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (Part 4/4)

[anonymous]

This was going so well, Moriarty was pleased, more than pleased; Moriarty was ecstatic. He lifted Sherlock’s chin with his free hand as he removed his fingers, smiling up at the man seated on his lap.
“Hold on, my dear.”
And in a swift movement, he was inside Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock dug his nails hard into Moriarty’s shoulders and gasped for air as the man beneath him began thrusting deep into him, slender fingers digging into the man’s hips.
“The truth is,” Moriarty began, voice raspy with lust, “I just think you’re so much fun to play with.” He stared straight into Sherlock’s cold blue eyes as he smiled. “You are endlessly interesting. You never do what I think you’ll do. You are me! And that’s why I want you.”
This time Sherlock did not look away, but held Moriarty’s gaze. Moriarty smirked and quickened his rhythm beneath Sherlock, as the man arched his back and muffled a moan.

“One more thing,” Moriarty mused, as he gazed down Sherlock’s exposed torso. He grasped Sherlock’s shoulders and pulled him close with unexpected strength. He planted breathy kisses down Sherlock’s neck and shoulder. “Don’t be alarmed, just leaving you a little gift,” he said with a smile, before biting down, hard, on a bit of skin visible to all right below the jawbone. Sherlock was indeed alarmed, and his hands flew to Moriarty’s throat. Moriarty laughed wildly, and thrust deeper into Sherlock, nails raking pathways of scratches down his back as he came.

Sherlock attempted to push himself off of Moriarty, but the man held tight to his shoulders. He leaned forward until their faces were almost touching, and stared deep into Sherlock’s eyes. A smirk danced at the corners of his mouth as he whispered,
“It’s coming very soon now, Sherlock. The fall.” He pulled back and stroked Sherlock’s cheek, almost longingly. “But don’t worry. Falling’s just like flying except there’s a more permanent destination.”