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jim_moriarty

Claridge's

Dec 03, 2010 18:19

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.

( Jim likes being surprised sometimes. )

sherlock holmes, jim vs. john, john watson, !ic, rivalry for sherlock's affections, hotel room, enemyslash, threesome!, !rp - personal journal, r-18

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jim_moriarty April 18 2011, 11:07:06 UTC

Enthused to draw more moans from Sherlock, ones that Sherlock can't stifle, Jim grips him tighter. He wants those sounds, he wants Sherlock to struggle against himself and maybe against Jim. He's aching with desire and keeping himself restrained enough to play, tugging Sherlock along slowly as he draws out pleasure for something better than just a quick fuck. But the thought of fighting to hold Sherlock down sends a spike of arousal straight through his body and his prick nudges Sherlock's stomach with the force of his intention.

Jim makes a brief show of glancing aside at John at the sound of his tormented sleep. By recognizing the problem he hopes to taunt Sherlock to break the rules a little. The bunch of cloth Jim holds in his hand like a leash means control, and if Sherlock breaks the rules then Jim gets to punish him into silence ( ... )

shutupimagenius April 18 2011, 23:32:53 UTC

Sherlock squirms a bit under him, starting to groan before biting down hard on his lip to silence himself. He kept telling himself that he had enough self-control to get through this, but Jim was so good at rubbing him in all the right (and wrong) ways, which he currently was doing rather successfully. Feeling his erection press into his stomach, Sherlock closed his eyes and bit harder onto his lip, tasting a hint of blood from the force of it ( ... )

dearjohnwatson April 19 2011, 02:31:04 UTC

John's body gave a shudder, his left arm was laid out away from his body, almost stretching towards the two men. The hand of that arm began its intermittent tremor again, thrumming against the mattress. A nice sheen of sweat was coating the man's brow, yet he hadn't woken up yet.

Sherlock was still digging into his bullet wound, but he was scooting closer to him on the couch. Their height difference made it perfect for Sherlock to attack his nipples with his tongue and teeth. John was crying out for him to stop. Every time his voice was about to work, it would close up and all that was let out was a whimper. "Sherlock ... pl--please ... "

His voice was soft, but Sherlock certainly heard him because he was glancing up along John's chest. Licking his skin like a feline, Sherlock seemed to think John was asking for more.

jim_moriarty April 19 2011, 05:22:53 UTC

A thrill surges through Jim to hear Sherlock moaning in pleasure, and it's all the better as he senses the ambiguity as Sherlock is torn between him and John. Jim thrusts eagerly down against him before he bothers to try controlling himself. They have rules to follow, and Jim forces himself to stop his motions then despite how much he wants to keep going.

"Uh-uh," Jim chastises, a smirk lifting his lips even as he's breathless with arousal. He shakes his head and pushes himself back up to his knees, no longer rubbing against Sherlock's body, depriving them both. He reaches up to cup Sherlock's cheek and stroke his thumb over lips. Their faces are close enough that Jim can feel Sherlock's breath, and Sherlock can certainly feel his. God he wants to have him. He does have him, willingly trapped under Jim's hands and Jim's body, and his fingers curl possessively along his jaw ( ... )

shutupimagenius April 20 2011, 02:53:04 UTC

Sherlock stares up at Jim with a vaguely uneasy look, knowing now that he had gotten in over his head as per usual. His eyes are focused on John, squirming against his bonds and against Jim in the need to do something about John's turmoil.

"Wait. John, he...I have to..." he tries to form a coherent protest, tries to get Jim to stop for a moment, but it was no good. He knew he had suggested this, asked for it, even. There was no way out. He wasn't even sure he really wanted one. "Jim-" he tries again to come up with some compelling reason for him to stop, before he was silenced by a hand to his throat. Any whimpers and moans were stifled in favor of the choked-off sounds of his airway being cut off. He pressed his lips together to stop himself, going still in order to appease his own terms.

dearjohnwatson April 20 2011, 13:03:23 UTC

John was near to sobbing, the pain was growing more and more undeniable in his tortured sleep. In a dream, pain wasn't present. In a nightmare, pain could crop up without warning. John was all too aware of both instances.

Sherlock stopped attacking his chest, his thumb still held into the wound. He had blood streaking his cheek a little, John gasping when he felt the thumb pull free to be replaced with his tongue over the wound. He felt it then, the jagged bits of a bullet wound, the drip of his own blood down his chest. John reached out then to pull Sherlock's mouth away from his face and saw the man's mouth covered in blood as though he'd been feasting on his flesh. He was licking his lips and moaning, the doctor was reminded of a vampire with a jolt.

He shoved Sherlock away then and the man went rather willingly. He flopped back on the couch, licking his bloody fingers. As he watched him lick those fingers, he was staring at him with such inhuman eyes that would haunt John for a terribly long time. He was regressing.

jim_moriarty April 21 2011, 02:38:32 UTC

Watching Sherlock regather himself to silence, giving in to Jim and complying, has Jim exhaling shakily with excitement. As Sherlock goes quiet, Jim relaxes his hold. He trails his fingers desirously over Sherlock's throat and down his chest, his whole body buzzing with the thrill of watching and hearing Sherlock choke and quickly control himself at Jim's command ( ... )

shutupimagenius April 21 2011, 03:44:47 UTC

Taking in a deep breath when he was free to do so, Sherlock willed himself to keep from panicking for his own sake. He knew that Jim was right, that he had never woken John before from his nightmares. After tonight, though, it didn't feel right to just let it go anymore, considering their mutual feelings for each other. He wanted to touch and soothe John, even just for a moment. As much as he'd wanted this, wanted Jim, he wished he could call time out just long enough to calm John down. He knew it was no good, sure that he'd have to go through with his and Jim's game before he got the chance.

He shivers a bit under Jim's touch, biting hard on his lip to keep in the sounds of approval. Looking for any reason to stop feeling this foreign sense of guilt, he finds some comforting logic in Jim's words, enough to get him back into their little game. "Alright." he whispers, relaxing again under Jim's touch and hoping he'd earned himself more attention.

dearjohnwatson April 21 2011, 17:34:58 UTC

Watching the self-satisfied vampire previously known as his flatmate, John was watching the edges of his vision blur. John tugged his jumper back down over the wound, and it was like it didn't even exist again. There was a dull ache that he processed as possibly the gunshot, but this wasn't like how he remembered getting shot. Sherlock was moving to stand, feeling a bit anxious about their height difference for the first time in a while. Sherlock looked bigger, taller, and far more menacing ( ... )

jim_moriarty April 22 2011, 04:19:42 UTC

Jim presses a finger to his lips in a shush, and presses the finger to Sherlock's lips as well, in a playful reminder that Sherlock's still not supposed to talk even if it is to agree with him. Jim doesn't mind but it's so much more fun this way. He eases quickly into the distraction of the touch, stroking Sherlock's lips as he leans down to him. Sherlock had agreed with him, agreed to continue, and the deep kiss Jim gives him shows his satisfaction with the decision. For a long moment he slowly moves his lips over Sherlock's warm mouth. As he pulls just slightly back, he reaches down between their bodies and grabs onto him again ( ... )

shutupimagenius April 26 2011, 00:28:08 UTC

Sherlock presses his lips together obediently under Jim's finger, flexing his hands aimlessly under his hold as Jim leans over him. His eyelids flicker and close when he gets that fantastic kiss as a reward, a shiver running down his spine as he arches slightly in an attempt to get more contact.

His mouth falls open in a barely audible gasp when Jim takes hold of him again, immediately biting down on his lip to stop the sounds threatening to spill forth from his mouth. He tried, really tried, to stay still, but Jim was relentless and it was glorious and he couldn't help but buck his hips against his hand. He really hadn't realized how difficult his own game would be, considering he'd hardly been quiet or still at all during this. He gives a strained whimper, chewing on his lip until he could taste blood.

dearjohnwatson April 30 2011, 14:31:31 UTC

With his hands braced on Sherlock's chest, the man kept moving until John was brought up against a wall. There was a fleeting smile chasing across Sherlock's lips, devious eyes still staring him down. As Sherlock moved to lean in and kiss him -- John seemed to think that Sherlock's solution to his confusion was just to kiss him and make him forget, and it usually worked. He caught himself and gave a hard shove forward. Peeling his back up off the wall, without warning the drywall exploded behind him. Being thrown forward, John landed hard on his front as debris and dust fell all around him, choking him ( ... )

jim_moriarty May 7 2011, 09:28:22 UTC

To Jim's great amusement Sherlock's not very good at this game, but Sherlock's also not bad enough for punishment. So Jim keeps going, and the heat between their bodies build until Jim's pleasingly sweaty. The struggling, the whimpering, the sliver of blood has Jim's breath rushing hard and quick on Sherlock's cheek as he pulls Sherlock closer.

He slows abruptly when Sherlock's too close, stopping before letting him finish. Torture can be an art form when executed properly, although this time it's rather more difficult when Jim's sweaty and wanton and suffering as well; he's bringing Sherlock up and down with rather less grace than he'd prefer, although nonetheless effectively.

Jim collapses down on him then, devouring the slight taste of blood on Sherlock's lips. He wants to be overwhelmed by skin, sweat, blood, and sex, pressing all that desire through that kiss. Jim wants him with sudden veracity, raw and dry and now. For a brief moment, his hand tightens on Sherlock's hip as Jim makes a sudden movement as though he could take ( ... )

shutupimagenius May 8 2011, 03:44:54 UTC

Sherlock's brows furrow in frustrated desire, the urge to grab hold of Jim more powerful than he had originally anticipated. He fancied himself with more restraint than this. But then, he was in bed with the two people who could ever crack his armor, so he supposed it was to be expected.

He can't move or make noise, so he settles on giving Jim a look of absolute longing and impatience. It seems like ages that Jim hovers over him, depriving him of his touch and making him want more than he thought he could want anything.

Finally, finally, Jim is on top of him again, kissing the breath out of him completely and making him feel how badly Jim wants this too. He feels his hand tighten on him as though he was going to just take him then and there, which Sherlock couldn't and wouldn't argue with. He notes with distant satisfaction that Jim is just as impatient as he is, smirking slightly despite himself because there wasn't a rule against being smug. He compliantly follows Jim's direction and rolls over, feeling exposed and restive ( ... )

dearjohnwatson May 8 2011, 14:49:22 UTC

John's sleeping form had gone still, but his face betrayed the terror behind those lids ( ... )

jim_moriarty May 10 2011, 10:46:44 UTC

Jim arches an eyebrow at Sherlock's smug look. When Sherlock is rolled over, his backside exposed and hands still tied, Jim places a hand between Sherlock's shoulder blades and presses down in a show of dominance, enjoying the way Sherlock looks almost helpless while face down beneath him. Jim's had power in many things for a long time, manipulating what he doesn't directly control, but he's been more careful with Sherlock thinking the man would run from any direct force. The seduction was careful, but this is beyond that. Jim suspects he could do anything to Sherlock now.

He wants to.

He sits up enough to check on John. With John's forehead lined with distressed, his eyes squeezed from pain or terror, Jim briefly wonders what the hell he's dreaming before dismissing it. John's still steadfastly asleep, which is all that's of concern. Jim has rather more immediate matters seeking his attention, particularly the willing pliant warm person underneath him making his body ache ( ... )

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