Seeing that hungry gaze on Jim's face only stoked the fire steadily growing in his belly, steadying himself using Jim's shoulder as his body shuddered and his knees quaked under the attention. He gasps softly when his tongue teases the glans, stroking his fingers through his hair in something akin to affection.
He leaned over him even further, bracing himself upright with Jim and the chair rather than holding up his own weight because he didn't much trust his legs to hold out much longer. His focus is pulled from all of Jim's lovely attention for a moment when Jim unzips himself as well, excitement thrumming through his every nerve ending at the mere suggestion of seeing more of him again. Jim's returning to his previous task brought him right back to the present, biting hard on his lip to muffle any sounds he might make, though he couldn't help an intermittent whine here and there.
"Is this all you're going to show me?" he asks in a play at being in control of himself, though the breathless quality of his voice surely betrays him. This was absolutely brilliant, no question, but his addictive personality wanted anything and everything and it wanted it right now. He loved that he still was never quite sure how Jim would answer, curious as to whether he would oblige him or continue on like this until he's overstimulated to the point where he'd beg for more. The idea of either option made him shiver, waiting impatiently for what Jim decided.
Moriarty stopped and pulled his mouth off with an audible plop sound before standing up with what appeared to be amusement. It was anything but. To be sure, he felt the amusement within, but he too, was wracked with an overwhelming urge to skip the preliminaries and jump to the main course. The headiness of the situation was getting to him as well. Working hard on removing all his clothing without appearing to be out of control, he encouraged Sherlock to do the same for himself.
"I think that we both know that is the least of what I plan to do and the very least of what you came here for, you cheeky man." Speaking as he did, Moriarty made a misstep and fell backwards on the bed, naked now, save for his socks. How cliche, he mused. Like a bad porno. Or a good one depending on one's tastes. Laughing, he worked on sitting up to remove the last article of clothing on his person.
Sherlock made a soft 'nnf' sound of disappointment when he's suddenly robbed of all that glorious heat and pressure, gazing blearily down at the criminal who'd gotten him so impressively hard and wet as he was. He took the cue from Jim to start disrobing as well, slipping off his shoes and discarding his socks, pants and trousers in one fluid motion afterward.
His heartbeat jumps in tempo at the assurance that they'll be getting up to much more tonight, stepping toward the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip over his shoulders to flutter to the floor. He stepped cautiously over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to the other man. He couldn't help from reaching out to run his fingers over Jim's warm stomach as he laughed, tracing over his ribs in interest just for the sake of learning him.
When Jim sat up, he canted his head down to kiss his pulse point, breathing deep the scent of his cologne as he rubbed his cheek against his stubble. Everything about this man intoxicated him, and he couldn't help himself from shifting closer as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his jaw.
Barely having got his socks off, he was being molested gloriously by an eager Sherlock. Moriarty's own heartbeat in comparison has been off the charts since he walked into the room. By now, with all the physical touches he was being treated to, Sherlock would be able to feel that. Their height difference would make it a little difficult for the other man as he kissed jawline, so he obliged and fell back onto the bed again, running his smaller hands along upper chest, waist and hips.
He rolled them suddenly, determined to see how how in control Sherlock wanted to be as he lay underneath the other man. Looking up as their cocks rubbed against each other in the process, he let out a pleased groan. The smell of Scotch on both their breathes only served to fuel his need to goad the other man into exploring all that was being offered to him. Adding incentive, he kissed hungrily after reaching up to meet Sherlock halfway.
Sherlock inched his fingers up Jim's neck, both to tilt his head to gain more area to kiss as well as to feel his elevated pulse under his fingertips. He just watches him for a moment when he lays back, shivering under his hands when Jim touches him.
He follows Jim's urging to climb on top of him, straddling him and gasping at the brushing of their erections against each other. The thrill of sensation up his spine succeeded in getting him all the more excited, leaning down to eagerly meet Jim's kiss and cover his body with his own. He rocked his body against him, moaning into the kiss at the incredible pleasure of it all.
He wonders how much time he could have saved with all the fanfare and games he so loved to play. But he loved the playing as much as the winning or at least getting what he wanted. Which was Sherlock. And very badly, it appeared as he let loose with a torrent of kisses as they writhed across each other, sliding flesh with intent. Looking up at him, Moriarty raked his well manicured nails smoothly across the man's bare chest, wondering idly if he should mark the man to give him a memento of the occasion.
"Just in case, you were wondering ...I am already prepped." There, he let those words sink into Sherlock's skull, knowing it would take a moment to catch on that he fully intended to let himself be fuck first. It was only logical. It would give the other man an idea of what to expect later as the evening wore on. Wetting a finger, he traced the length of the other man's arousal while he waited.
The heated kisses they shared only got him all the more turgid, even though it didn't seem like it was possible to be any harder than he already was. He gave a shaky sigh as he rocked against him, shivering slightly at the feel of his nails on his bare skin. He certainly hoped to have some marks to remember this by, wanting as many scratches and bite marks as Jim chose to gave him.
His brain was already taking a backseat in this situation, so it took a long moment for what Jim was saying to really reach him. He could only pant and gaze at him in muted wonder at this new information, all too ready to just jump right in, especially when Jim seemed ready for it too. He groaned as Jim teased him, his patience waning even though this had all moved much faster than he'd anticipated. "Supplies?" he asked breathlessly, having trusted Jim to bring whatever it was he preferred considering Sherlock had no clue about what worked best.
At the question, Moriarty nipped bruisingly on his nemesis' shoulder, smoothing it out with a kiss.
His right hand, Moran would have absolutely gone on an independent killing spree if he had him run that particular errand. And he wouldn't blame him. Some things a man just did for himself. Figuring on a need to supply what Sherlock may have forgotten to bring, both pockets were full to the brim with packets of condoms, gloves, lube, and a few extras. "Both inner pockets of my jacket. Bring it all over if you don't know ..." He nodded over to where the coat lay folded now with the rest of his clothes.
Waiting for Sherlock to comply, he crossed ankles and propped himself up with elbows. Mostly, he wanted to get a good view of the man's backside. Voyeur to the core, he'd have to share that kink some other time with him. Right now, it was all about them.
Sherlock gave a hum of approval at Jim's nip and subsequent kiss, hoping it would bruise so he could look on it fondly later. He nodded distantly at his answer, feeling so pleasantly lightheaded that it took all his concentration to push himself standing and retrieve the necessary items.
He grabbed the coat and made his way back over, laying it next to Jim as he sunk to his knees in front of him. He had a compulsion ever since Jim did it for him that he wanted to taste him too, which had him settling between his legs to run his tongue up his length. He moaned lowly at the taste of him, chancing a glance up at him as he tongued the slit and waited for him to get out the supplies and tell him how the next part worked.
"I ...I think we can wait a few more minutes if you ...wish to use your mouth for a while." Moriarty's voice cracked in mid sentence as the tonguing commenced. If that wasn't a sight he hadn't envisioned many times in his head, but it couldn't hold a candle to the real thing. He could practically feel his brain short circuiting. Reaching out to grab the coat as he looked down and got what he wanted out with one hand. The other was fingering through Sherlock's brownish red locks, not daring to blink should the other man chicken out when faced with actually following through.
He nodded slightly at Jim's words, taking it as a small victory to hear the way his voice broke as he said it. He took hold of his length in a loose fist, putting his lips around him and giving a first experimental suck. His eyes fluttered close when Jim's fingers stroked through his hair, encouraged to take him deeper into his mouth. His fingers gripped hard at his thighs, moving to take him all the way down his throat with a groan of satisfaction that he managed it.
So hot and wet, slippery suctioning ... the pressure around his cock and the obscenities that were slowly delivered from Moriarty's mouth as his arousal disappeared into Sherlock's mouth were almost incoherent. Not that it mattered, both hands were now on the other man's head, fingers threading through hair, gripping scalp when they could. There was no shame in Moriarty when it came to things that pleased him. "Oh good boy, show daddy how you can move," he whispered, trying to jump start the moving by guiding his head.
Jim's vocalizations made Sherlock throb with want, the fact that he could affect him in such a way infinitely rewarding. He sucked hard on him, moaning around him at the warm weight of him in his mouth and the fingers tugging on his hair that succeeded in thrilling him completely. Jim's words spur him on, lifting his head to tease just the head with his tongue before starting into a rhythm of bobbing his head, nails dragging down his thighs as he did. Despite having never engaged in this particular activity, he was taking to it rather well, completely enthralled with what he was doing.
"Oi, careful with teeth." He laughed, loud gasps of pleasure as nails raked the flesh of his thighs. Head tilting back into the pillows, his hands reached for mounds of sheet and blanket. Holding a death grip on the fabric, he pulled all his energy and focus in order to form the next request a few minutes later.
"Definitely ready now. Come up here so I can ..." grasping a condom, he said no more as he tore at the edge of the foiled packet with his teeth.
He leaned over him even further, bracing himself upright with Jim and the chair rather than holding up his own weight because he didn't much trust his legs to hold out much longer. His focus is pulled from all of Jim's lovely attention for a moment when Jim unzips himself as well, excitement thrumming through his every nerve ending at the mere suggestion of seeing more of him again. Jim's returning to his previous task brought him right back to the present, biting hard on his lip to muffle any sounds he might make, though he couldn't help an intermittent whine here and there.
"Is this all you're going to show me?" he asks in a play at being in control of himself, though the breathless quality of his voice surely betrays him. This was absolutely brilliant, no question, but his addictive personality wanted anything and everything and it wanted it right now. He loved that he still was never quite sure how Jim would answer, curious as to whether he would oblige him or continue on like this until he's overstimulated to the point where he'd beg for more. The idea of either option made him shiver, waiting impatiently for what Jim decided.
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"I think that we both know that is the least of what I plan to do and the very least of what you came here for, you cheeky man." Speaking as he did, Moriarty made a misstep and fell backwards on the bed, naked now, save for his socks. How cliche, he mused. Like a bad porno. Or a good one depending on one's tastes. Laughing, he worked on sitting up to remove the last article of clothing on his person.
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His heartbeat jumps in tempo at the assurance that they'll be getting up to much more tonight, stepping toward the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip over his shoulders to flutter to the floor. He stepped cautiously over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it next to the other man. He couldn't help from reaching out to run his fingers over Jim's warm stomach as he laughed, tracing over his ribs in interest just for the sake of learning him.
When Jim sat up, he canted his head down to kiss his pulse point, breathing deep the scent of his cologne as he rubbed his cheek against his stubble. Everything about this man intoxicated him, and he couldn't help himself from shifting closer as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his jaw.
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Barely having got his socks off, he was being molested gloriously by an eager Sherlock. Moriarty's own heartbeat in comparison has been off the charts since he walked into the room. By now, with all the physical touches he was being treated to, Sherlock would be able to feel that. Their height difference would make it a little difficult for the other man as he kissed jawline, so he obliged and fell back onto the bed again, running his smaller hands along upper chest, waist and hips.
He rolled them suddenly, determined to see how how in control Sherlock wanted to be as he lay underneath the other man. Looking up as their cocks rubbed against each other in the process, he let out a pleased groan. The smell of Scotch on both their breathes only served to fuel his need to goad the other man into exploring all that was being offered to him. Adding incentive, he kissed hungrily after reaching up to meet Sherlock halfway.
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He follows Jim's urging to climb on top of him, straddling him and gasping at the brushing of their erections against each other. The thrill of sensation up his spine succeeded in getting him all the more excited, leaning down to eagerly meet Jim's kiss and cover his body with his own. He rocked his body against him, moaning into the kiss at the incredible pleasure of it all.
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"Just in case, you were wondering ...I am already prepped." There, he let those words sink into Sherlock's skull, knowing it would take a moment to catch on that he fully intended to let himself be fuck first. It was only logical. It would give the other man an idea of what to expect later as the evening wore on. Wetting a finger, he traced the length of the other man's arousal while he waited.
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His brain was already taking a backseat in this situation, so it took a long moment for what Jim was saying to really reach him. He could only pant and gaze at him in muted wonder at this new information, all too ready to just jump right in, especially when Jim seemed ready for it too. He groaned as Jim teased him, his patience waning even though this had all moved much faster than he'd anticipated. "Supplies?" he asked breathlessly, having trusted Jim to bring whatever it was he preferred considering Sherlock had no clue about what worked best.
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His right hand, Moran would have absolutely gone on an independent killing spree if he had him run that particular errand. And he wouldn't blame him. Some things a man just did for himself. Figuring on a need to supply what Sherlock may have forgotten to bring, both pockets were full to the brim with packets of condoms, gloves, lube, and a few extras. "Both inner pockets of my jacket. Bring it all over if you don't know ..." He nodded over to where the coat lay folded now with the rest of his clothes.
Waiting for Sherlock to comply, he crossed ankles and propped himself up with elbows. Mostly, he wanted to get a good view of the man's backside. Voyeur to the core, he'd have to share that kink some other time with him. Right now, it was all about them.
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He grabbed the coat and made his way back over, laying it next to Jim as he sunk to his knees in front of him. He had a compulsion ever since Jim did it for him that he wanted to taste him too, which had him settling between his legs to run his tongue up his length. He moaned lowly at the taste of him, chancing a glance up at him as he tongued the slit and waited for him to get out the supplies and tell him how the next part worked.
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"Definitely ready now. Come up here so I can ..." grasping a condom, he said no more as he tore at the edge of the foiled packet with his teeth.
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