There's be plenty of time to 'cuddle' he supposed, after. It wasn't really his thing unless cuddling was defined as being pinned down until the 'crazy train' in his ind quieted, usually involving Moran and and a ton of restraints. But it wasn't for nothing that he knew how to read people, especially Sherlock. If he wanted to hold on for a bit longer, he would tolerate and even manage not to squirm too much.
Five minutes was appropriate enough time, he figured. Within seconds he was up and dragging Sherlock along to the shower. There was plenty that they could get up to in the shower, but he wasn't about to clue him if he didn't know already.
"Consider it intermission?" He added before opening the shower glass door. The stall was enormous with several nozzles for only god knows what.
Sherlock panted hard in the aftermath, collapsing on top of him and shuddering slightly in the aftershocks. He pulled back and curled into Jim's side, letting his eyes fall shut as he traced his fingers over the contours of Jim's torso with his fingers.
His eyes blinked open blearily when Jim is dragging him up again, willing lethargic limbs to follow him to the shower. He nods dumbly to Jim's words, still a bit dazed, but following him without question into the shower, looking forward to watching the water cascading over Jim's naked form.
He's turning on every shower head, flitting around as if a hundred million ideas were popping into his head simultaneously. So much to do to, so much fun to be had. It's almost cliche, but who cares he grins and begins soaping up his hands and coming closer to Sherlock as he stands there getting wet too.
"Against the wall would be lovely. Thanks." Without waiting, he starts nudging his somewhat quieter partner towards the stone wall in the center.
Sherlock follows Jim's movements with his eyes, shivering slightly at all the possible scenarios running through his head already. He nods and does as directed, willing still sluggish limbs to comply when he was still feeling the post-sex lethargy. He sighs as he leans back against the wall, letting the water wash over him and leaving his arms hanging at his sides as a gesture of being open to whatever Jim's plans were.
"Here, this will perk you up, lover." Placing possessive kisses along his neck as he stood on the tip of his toes, Moriarty then lowered himself, soaping and scrubbing from feet up to knees up to thighs and anywhere else that he felt necessary. He curiously stayed away from Sherlock's groin area until there was nowhere else left to clean.
And he took to the task with all the irreverence that it deserved, flipping Sherlock to face forward and getting every bit of crack, crevice and softened length with warm soapy water.
Letting his eyes fall shut with a grateful exhale, Sherlock tilted his head to allow Jim unfettered access to his neck. He bemoaned the loss when Jim knelt down, only until he felt his hands all over him, reaching down to stroke his fingers through his hair encouragingly.
There's a soft gasp when he's re-positioned against the wall, moaning and gripping hard at Jim's hip as he's so thoroughly soaped up. His hips buck involuntarily into Jim's hand, squeezing his eyes shut as he finds himself impossibly getting aroused again under Jim's ministrations.
After awhile, he moves behind Sherlock and starts to run soapy hands from the other man's neck to his lower back. So inviting. With nearly a six inch difference between them, he could rest his chin on Sherlock's shoulder if he stretched lightly on his toes. worrying his teeth into flesh without breaking the surface, he reaches down to begin stroking the softened flesh between Sherlock's thighs.
"As you are a virgin ...you know, I was thinking. If I cold show you tangible proof I am clean, we could just dispense with the whole condom idea for this experiment?" A yes no question, Moriarty bides his time stroking Sherlock with all the urgency he could muster.
That glazed look of pure pleasure hasn't left Sherlock's face this entire time, glancing back at Jim as he braces himself against the shower wall. He huffs a soft gasp as Jim teases him so perfectly, his fingers slipping down the tiled surface as his knees quake under the attention.
He blinks his eyes open when Jim speaks, panting already as he willed his mind to kick back into gear and process what he was saying. "Nnh, yess." he hisses out, knowing it was a dangerous thing to agree to, but hardly caring. He wanted to feel skin on skin without the annoying latex between them, knowing that it would only heighten the already incredible sensations.
"I think I've created a monster." Quite pleased with himself, he slinks kissing downward along Sherlock's spine until he has pushed forward enough to be on his knees behind him. He only stops stroking to part the smooth muscular mounds of flesh before him with intent. "Good luck standing upright." He huffed torn between amusement and desire as he delved with pointed tongue to his virgin entrance. Having a firm grip now on each hip, he could prevent him falling forward despite there being enough room for Sherlock to kneel should he desire.
Sherlock just hums, almost in agreement, pressing his cheek against the tile and letting his eyes flutter shut at the pleasant feeling of Jim kissing down his spine. He feels Jim expose him even further, the thrill of being so open to him making him practically vibrate in anticipation.
His eyes widen marginally when Jim speaks, a surprised gasp sounding from his throat when his tongue is suddenly inside him. He was sure his already racing heart doubled in tempo at that, the sensation completely foreign and incredible at the same time. He couldn't pull away if he wanted to, and he certainly didn't want to, huffing short breaths of pleasure at the way Jim was tending to him. The heat of arousal that had been steadily growing in his stomach increased exponentially, feeling like his skin was on fire with sensation as his already turgid erection throbbed with want at the perfect euphoria he was feeling.
"More." he breathed, feeling deliriously high on ecstasy already and craving more of everything.
And more he gave, Moriarty's tongue stiffening even more to set a steady tempo of push and retreat for as long as either of them could stand it. Delicious feeling having Sherlock contract and writhe around his pointed ministrations. Somewhere between dips inside, his index finger slid its way inside, curling until pressed against prostate.
"I'm sorry, did you say more?" He asked, breathing warm air against his entrance as his free hand caressed the sensitive area between ass and balls.
Shuddering violently under the attention, Sherlock panted hard at the new pace Jim set with his tongue. He whined softly when he felt his finger join his tongue inside him, crying out at that first brush to his prostate. The sensation was overwhelming, making his knees quake and having it become a struggle just to hold himself standing. He couldn't form words for a long moment at Jim's question, shaking and panting at how he was touching him in all the right ways seemingly with hardly any effort.
"Y-yes." he choked out, pressing back against his hands as much as he could without losing his already tenuous balance in this moment.
Memories. That's what he was going to give Sherlock. Their exchanges long ago had given way from simple anything you can do, I can do better scenarios. Death had cheated them both. So where else was there to go when they had both already given each other the best and worse that their intellects could offer?
Such base animal instincts of course. He prepped as expediently as possibly, muttering the filthiest words imaginable until he was ready to stand up, pushing his hard cock inside as slow as he could.
"Such a dirty boy. Who would have thought it of you, hmm?"
Sherlock huffed out pants of exertion as Jim prepared him, shaking under the attention and finding himself unable to fathom just how much better it would get from here. It had just been Jim's tongue and fingers so far, after all, the mere thought of having him inside him making his cock twitch in anticipation.
His heart thumped hard and fast in his chest when he sensed Jim standing behind him, his mouth dropping open in a choked gasp as he pushed oh so slowly inside him. "Oh, God." was all he could manage in response, certain he would be whatever Jim wanted him to be if he gave him more of this. The logistics seemed so impossible, feeling the stretch seemingly for ages until the head of Jim's arousal breached him. He panted and willed himself to relax, pliant and accepting of him and already wanting to beg him for more when they'd hardly started yet. It was still hard to believe what Jim had done to him, but Sherlock couldn't bring himself to question any of it when it felt this damn good already.
Five minutes was appropriate enough time, he figured. Within seconds he was up and dragging Sherlock along to the shower. There was plenty that they could get up to in the shower, but he wasn't about to clue him if he didn't know already.
"Consider it intermission?" He added before opening the shower glass door. The stall was enormous with several nozzles for only god knows what.
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His eyes blinked open blearily when Jim is dragging him up again, willing lethargic limbs to follow him to the shower. He nods dumbly to Jim's words, still a bit dazed, but following him without question into the shower, looking forward to watching the water cascading over Jim's naked form.
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"Against the wall would be lovely. Thanks." Without waiting, he starts nudging his somewhat quieter partner towards the stone wall in the center.
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And he took to the task with all the irreverence that it deserved, flipping Sherlock to face forward and getting every bit of crack, crevice and softened length with warm soapy water.
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There's a soft gasp when he's re-positioned against the wall, moaning and gripping hard at Jim's hip as he's so thoroughly soaped up. His hips buck involuntarily into Jim's hand, squeezing his eyes shut as he finds himself impossibly getting aroused again under Jim's ministrations.
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"As you are a virgin ...you know, I was thinking. If I cold show you tangible proof I am clean, we could just dispense with the whole condom idea for this experiment?" A yes no question, Moriarty bides his time stroking Sherlock with all the urgency he could muster.
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He blinks his eyes open when Jim speaks, panting already as he willed his mind to kick back into gear and process what he was saying. "Nnh, yess." he hisses out, knowing it was a dangerous thing to agree to, but hardly caring. He wanted to feel skin on skin without the annoying latex between them, knowing that it would only heighten the already incredible sensations.
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His eyes widen marginally when Jim speaks, a surprised gasp sounding from his throat when his tongue is suddenly inside him. He was sure his already racing heart doubled in tempo at that, the sensation completely foreign and incredible at the same time. He couldn't pull away if he wanted to, and he certainly didn't want to, huffing short breaths of pleasure at the way Jim was tending to him. The heat of arousal that had been steadily growing in his stomach increased exponentially, feeling like his skin was on fire with sensation as his already turgid erection throbbed with want at the perfect euphoria he was feeling.
"More." he breathed, feeling deliriously high on ecstasy already and craving more of everything.
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"I'm sorry, did you say more?" He asked, breathing warm air against his entrance as his free hand caressed the sensitive area between ass and balls.
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"Y-yes." he choked out, pressing back against his hands as much as he could without losing his already tenuous balance in this moment.
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Such base animal instincts of course. He prepped as expediently as possibly, muttering the filthiest words imaginable until he was ready to stand up, pushing his hard cock inside as slow as he could.
"Such a dirty boy. Who would have thought it of you, hmm?"
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His heart thumped hard and fast in his chest when he sensed Jim standing behind him, his mouth dropping open in a choked gasp as he pushed oh so slowly inside him. "Oh, God." was all he could manage in response, certain he would be whatever Jim wanted him to be if he gave him more of this. The logistics seemed so impossible, feeling the stretch seemingly for ages until the head of Jim's arousal breached him. He panted and willed himself to relax, pliant and accepting of him and already wanting to beg him for more when they'd hardly started yet. It was still hard to believe what Jim had done to him, but Sherlock couldn't bring himself to question any of it when it felt this damn good already.
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