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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[jim_moriarty]

[Sherlock's belt comes off and his trousers open with expert precision in Jim's hands. It's neither romantic nor harsh, but curious and eager. John holds Sherlock together -- and Jim can admire John's devotion to keeping Sherlock in one perfect piece -- but in anchoring Sherlock and keeping him grounded, John also keeps Sherlock in place. Funny thing, that. Because here, Jim can have him too, can press his palm against Sherlock's underwear and Sherlock has nowhere to back away to (and probably wouldn't want to move away) because John's there holding him

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock's lips twitched into a half smile as John held and kissed him, easily relaxing any tension he might've felt at Jim working at his flies. Bracing one hand on Jim's shoulder, he reached the other up to run through John's hair. He nuzzled against his cheek in turn with a slight nod. He was okay as long as he had John keeping him together.]

[He jumps with a soft gasp when Jim presses a hand against him, snapping out of his reverie to look down wide-eyed at him. He can't decide between pushing forward against it or pushing back against John. He settles on staying still for the moment, apart from a shiver when Jim mouths his crotch and abdomen, sending sparks of pleasure flitting across his nerves. He twitches when Jim takes out his erection and outright moans when he licks it tantalizingly. He lets his head drop to John's shoulder again, trusting him to keep him standing when he thought his knees could buckle any minute now. He squeezed Jim's shoulder encouragingly, biting his lip to keep himself from begging for more.

[dearjohnwatson]

[As Jim pulled Sherlock free of his knickers, John was absolutely shocked by how big he was. Jim looked equally excited, because before he could protest, he watched the madman give it a lick like a lolly and felt Sherlock almost shudder in his arms. By then he realizes Jim has a firm hold of his arm locked across Sherlock's upper torso, and he doesn't much like it

[jim_moriarty]

[Sherlock's moan sends a pleasurable shiver through Jim's body. Jim gasps against Sherlock's cock and intently catches the slight shift forward. Of course he'll be rewarded for that, Jim wouldn't let him ache for long. Jim slowly takes Sherlock's cock with his mouth, his tongue rolling along the head until he seals his lips around it and swallows. With John taking his arm back (curse him, Jim had liked that, although taking off more of Sherlock's clothing is a better cause), Jim's stubby nails trail down Sherlock's stomach, taking back some of Sherlock's attention. John might be kissing him but there's no way Sherlock's missing this

[shutupimagenius]

[As much as Sherlock prided himself on being able to keep tabs on everything happening at a given time, he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so at the moment. John and Jim were doing too much too fast, and he could hardly keep track of what their hands and -oh god- lips were doing. John claimed his lips in another kiss, and he once again found himself finding it difficult to keep himself upright as his own lips moved languorously against John's

[dearjohnwatson]

[John hoped Sherlock could read everything unsaid in his kiss once again, to draw him away and always back to John again. He wanted to imagine it was John's mouth on his cock, wanted to saturate Sherlock's senses with just him, even if it's all for nothing. Jim was making Sherlock groan in ways that made John tense.]

[The kiss broke when Jim jerked his hips in firmly against Sherlock's to essentially drive the man's cock deeper down his well used throat, forcing John to bury his head against Sherlock's shoulder. He bit at the fabric of his opened Dolce and Gabbana shirt and gave a grind to Sherlock's still clothed backside. Hands felt clammy as they moved away from his chest, they were trembling ever so much as they found the waist of his trousers at his hips, bunching in them and holding on tight, almost trying to keep Sherlock's pants ON.]

"Oh dear God, Sherlock." [His voice took a little lift at the end there, but he mostly whispered it into the detective's shoulder blade. Fingers laced through the back of his short blond hair,

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim makes a light purr, a low rumble in the back of his throat and takes Sherlock deeper so he can feel it. It's a reward for Sherlock's hand through his hair, for Sherlock showing him interest and encouragement, and Jim wants more of it. Jim had wondered if Sherlock would be resistant or challenging through the whole thing, giving Jim something to fight and struggle with, but this -- the way he melts pliantly, yielding himself between him and John -- this is good too. Delicious

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock moaned as John rubbed against him, burying his face in the crook of his neck to hide the evidence in his face of just how much all this was getting to him. He wanted to do and say so many things in the moment. He only wished he could ask John why he hadn't done this so much sooner, preferably when it was just the two of them. Jim added a certain exciting element of danger and the unexpected, though, so he couldn't bring himself to try and get them out of there. All he could do right now is breathe raggedly against John's neck and try not to completely lose it. It was difficult, though, when he heard his name like that, with John's voice so breathy and full of unsaid longing. Damn it, why hadn't he noticed how John felt sooner?]

"John." [He panted against his neck, his fingers tightening in his hair as John rocked against him and Jim continued teasing him. He pulls away from John's neck to take a deep breath and glance at Jim when he stops. Jim looks and sounds so very enticing, so Sherlock doesn't have to think

[dearjohnwatson]

[That twinge of guilt over watching the two kiss was slowly growing more and more alright with the doctor, watching Sherlock's body like a bloody gorgeous feline stalking its prey upon the bed. Oh how John wanted to know what those lips were doing to make Jim look so fucking turned on. He followed up onto the bed, kneeling at their side with a hand threading through Sherlock's hair again. John even went so far as to urge them into a deeper kiss by pushing and tugging at those long curls.]

[It made his body wince each time he heard a moan escape either men's lips within the kiss, reaching down to palm his own tented jeans and adjust himself a bit. Sherlock's own pants were about to slide off those slender hips, his cock hanging heavily in the space between his and Jim's body. John reached down along his chest and curled a fist around Sherlock's hanging erection, then moved his other hand in a similar trail down Jim's chest to reach for his prick beneath his knickers to stroke them in tandem.]

[jim_moriarty]

[For a moment as Sherlock considers him, Jim feels strangely, uncomfortably exposed. He closes his mouth, (oh god, he'd had it open in his breathlessness like an idiot,) tightens his jaw, and he knows it does no good. Sherlock's lips on his tells him as much, and Jim decides, pressing back into the kiss eagerly, (not desperate, never that,) that he doesn't care. He's opening Sherlock up in this; he has to give a little back to make that happen. He reaches around Sherlock's body, moves a hand down beneath his trousers and grabs Sherlock's arse possessively as he kisses him.]

[Jim's so distracted that he doesn't notice John going for him until he feels his hand on his cock. Jim gasps against the kiss and bucks up his hips. His hand tightens on Sherlock's arse, pulling him down as Jim bucks up again: a movement heavy and direct with intention as retakes control of himself.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock moaned against Jim's lips when he responds, eagerly following the direction from John's hand on the back of his head. His fingers grip the sheets tightly as he continues to kiss him, way past questioning what he was thinking with this. It felt so damn good, there was no backing out for him now. Not that he much wanted to, especially when Jim and John's hands were on him in a way that made his eyes roll back into his head and break the kiss to catch his breath.]

[He breathes out harshly when John strokes him, his hips twitching erratically as he tries to keep himself under control. Needing a distraction, he leans over to kiss John again, moaning against his mouth with every tug to his erection. He wants John to feel what he's doing to him with his touch, namely driving him mad with wanton desire for him. He reaches one of his hands up to slip under the waistband of John's jeans and pull on it to make his wants clear. He wanted them both so badly, wishing he could do everything at once, kiss them both at the same time

[dearjohnwatson]

[Every time Sherlock kissed him, he felt like he was pulled out of water and could breathe again. The kiss was unexpected and delightful, John not afraid to moan into it and feel the hand tug his waistband closer.]

[His intentions were clear, and John couldn't help but let go of Jim to reach for his own zipper and pull himself free in the middle of the kiss, a kiss he wouldn't let Sherlock break. Giving himself a good squeeze, he let out another moan within the kiss that was pure dripping sex. The detective's intentions were clear, and John made them clearer. Crystal clear.]

"Sherlock ... god, I want to fuck you ... Come here." [Grasping a firm hold of the front of his pants, trying to pull him off of Jim and over to him, John's whispered insistence was for Sherlock alone, almost as if Jim could be invisible for the moment.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim groans ambivalently as John tries to pull Sherlock away from him. He drags his stubby nails possessively over the Sherlock's arse, not wanting to let him go yet. With his nails dragging further up Sherlock's back beneath his shirt, Jim pushes himself up on an elbow and he catches Sherlock's earlobe between his teeth.]

[Jim groans again, though it might sound more like a growl, as he scraps his teeth down -- and lets him go. It's a subtle, dark reminder of Jim's sense of entitlement, as if to say 'I own you' or 'you're mind regardless what you do with him'. His hand drags up to Sherlock's shoulder, and he helps push him toward John.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock hisses in pleasure against John's lips, both from the kiss and what Jim was doing with his nails and teeth. He was compelled to follow John's directive, dragging himself over to him eagerly, despite the dangerous connotations of Jim's bite to his ear. He knew Jim wouldn't sit idly by for very long, but if he could help it, he wanted his first time to be with John. He knew John would be gentle and understanding, leaving less chance of putting Sherlock off the entire concept again.]

"Yes." [He managed an affirmative reply against John's lips, shrugging out of his shirt as he crawled over to him and wrapped his arms around his neck.]

"John, please." [He didn't think John would need much convincing to get on with it, but he wanted him so badly and didn't want to leave an opening for Jim to change his mind about letting this happen. He wasn't sure if either of them knew for sure that he was a virgin, and he was afraid that Jim might exploit it if he knew. Jim was dangerous and exciting, but John was the one he trusted

[dearjohnwatson]

[Needing to glance at Jim when he pushed Sherlock towards him, he caught sight of that ambivalence before his vision was filled with Sherlock. Jim was letting him, it would seem. That was a surprise. The detective launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him in close, hiding their faces from Jim. He softly shushed him, with his free hand at Sherlock's bared lower back, sensing just how wound up he was by the way the muscles under his hand twitched.]

"Sssh, it's ok ... " [Soft kisses tried to sooth him, all the while John couldn't keep his hand from a slow, languid stroke up and down against his pulsing erection. He was going to get Sherlock all to himself, his heart racing at the idea. That hand at his back drew down his pants and knickers together, helping Sherlock out of them before he slipped off the bed himself to toe off his own shoes and remove the rest of his clothes.]

"Where's the ... stuff?" [John asked, having lost the ability to say 'condom and lubricant'.]

[jim_moriarty]

[As Sherlock and John fall into each other's arms like desperate lovers, Jim rolls his eyes and kicks off his trousers and socks. John repeatedly treating Sherlock like he's being assaulted, shushing him and telling him 'it's okay' -- Jim can only be so patient. He presses his palms into his eyes briefly so he doesn't hit John instead.]

[Sherlock seems quite distracted by it though, and Jim lightly trails fingers down along his exposed back, tracing around each vertebrae of his spine, counting and memorizing his bones and everything else that holds Sherlock Holmes together. The least of which is John Watson.]

[As John slides off the bed, Jim slides closer, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's abandoned body.]

"In the bedside table," [Jim tells John, looking at John over Sherlock's shoulder. Holding his gaze tauntingly, Jim kisses the back of Sherlock's neck. He still wants Sherlock to himself, and he nestles himself against Sherlock's back.]

[Just for Sherlock, he whispers,] "Don't cum for him." [Jim places another kiss behind his