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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[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock groans along with John as he pulls out, a shudder wracking his body at the sensation. He actually misses the feeling of being filled by him, feeling somewhat empty now that John had pulled out. It's made up for by the fact that John is still pressed thoroughly against him, so at least he gets to keep the warmth of him as he follows Jim's direction

[dearjohnwatson]

[Knowing only too quickly where this was going, John simply just loosened his arms a little and listened. He heard Jim's sigh of relief and Sherlock's interested groan. John needed a distraction of his own and knew that it was up to him to make it. Lips trailed down Sherlock's spine, hands holding him lightly at his love handles, lavishing kisses all over his back and shoulders. He couldn't honestly bring himself to pull Sherlock away from Jim now, but he could hide from Jim now that Sherlock's face was buried in the mad man's crotch.]

[The doctor swallowed hard and raised his eyes up to look at him once more. Moriarty wasn't paying a lick of attention to him, but rather had all of his psychotic attention on Sherlock's lips. He can hear the man swallowing back his gag reflex, almost moaning each time he pushes his cock deeper. Like an eager child not knowing when to stop, John was there with a hand close by.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim doesn't fall into pleasure as much as he embraces it and climbs high on it.] "Oh, yes," [he says, satisfaction and enthusiasm oozing through the words. Of course there's no slobbery messy fumblings from Sherlock; he gets right to the point and gives Jim a good suck. Jim's fingers work up through Sherlock's hair, massaging his scalp and barely holding himself back from gripping his hair tightly and using it as a handle.] "I knew you'd learn fast."

[Jim rolls his hips up, into Sherlock's hand holding him back as much as into his lips. It's kind of cute, having Sherlock braced on him like that. Sherlock almost looks delicate, and Jim doesn't want to interrupt his careful work by thrusting deeper and skull-fucking him (at least not yet). If it were John, Jim would have grabbed the back of his head and choked him by now.]

[Jim spares a glance for John, and invites him up with a small wink. There's enough of Jim to go around.] "You could join him, doctor."

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock was glad that John hadn't stopped kissing him or pulled away, his hands on his sides giving him the feeling of utmost security during this bizarre set of circumstances. His eyes are focused on Jim though, glinting in keen interest at his reaction. Jim's praise combined with the hands massaging his scalp served to embolden him a bit into moving his lips and tongue a bit harder and faster on him, his fingers gripping his hip tighter now.]

[He was rather surprised with how much he himself was enjoying it so far, actually. It wasn't enough though, and it wouldn't be enough until he had unraveled Jim's cool facade completely. He groans around him, the hand that was holding him at bay now pulling him forward until he felt him hit the back of his throat. He had never had much of a gag reflex, so it was no problem to take him into his mouth completely and suck on him hard. He wanted to see Jim undone, and he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[A glance was all Jim needed from John, followed quickly by a wink in his direction and John closed his eyes to bring himself back to Sherlock. The man was still sucking him off and he was feeling increasingly uncomfortable by it. Now that his mind was returning a little back to normal after that exhausting little jaunt, John was quickly coming to the realization that Jim was not going to let them out of there alive. He's a psychopath and they get bored, John once remembered Donovan say. She was talking about Sherlock at the time, but he knew he was a sociopath. Well, now. Sociopath boredom is only slightly safer, in his experience that is

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim groans loudly, pleasure shuddering through his body as Sherlock takes him all the way to back of his throat. He didn't think Sherlock could do that, but he likes being impressed and surprised. He expects no less from him, and it gets Jim all kinds of newly excited. He enjoys Sherlock's tightening hold on his hip almost as much as the deepening take on his cock. Just a little harder and Jim might get bruises: little bits of Sherlock Holmes temporarily imprinted on his body that he can enjoy the next day, and show them off to Sherlock and see if he gets uncomfortable at the sight of them. The idea takes him, and Jim's stubby nails glide over Sherlock's scalp as Jim gets a bit rougher with him, letting his hips drop only to thrust up into his mouth again, wanting him to get rough in return

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock shivers as John moves, already missing his warm and comforting presence behind him. Jim's groan is what he had been looking for, a sign that he was getting to him. He loved all the reminders that Jim was human and that Sherlock could get under his skin somehow after all the times Jim had gotten under his.]

[His eyes are focused on Jim as he moves his lips over him, grunting when Jim thrusts into his mouth. He likes how forceful he's being, and lets him know as much by gripping his hip tighter as his other arm moves around his back to drag his nails down his back. He moans at the feeling of their hands in his hair and John's erection pressing against his neck every time he pulls back. He really enjoys being in the middle of everything, because he can work Jim over as he watches the two kiss above him.]

[dearjohnwatson]

[John held that kiss and drank in the moans that his flatmate was getting Jim to admit and there was a slight swell in power at that. John didn't let up on the grip to his scalp and gnashed those lips with a ferocity renewed. The idea that someone would keep their eyes open in a kiss just didn't sit right with John, but he could swear he feels Jim's eyes on him and open to drink in John's furrowed brow as he forced himself to kiss Jim.]

[Breaking it off at the squeeze, John let out quite the cry. Yes, he was most definitely still sensitive. The quick regenerated erection hurt very much as he felt each and every beat of his heart pump blood traitorously back into it. He immediately reached for Jim's wrist and pried his loose grip off.]

"Fucking hell. Do that again and I won't need my gun to kill you ... " [The words spilled out and John squeezed Jim's slender wrist very hard. He felt the muscles slip against the rather thin wrist bone as he struggled, and he only squeezed harder.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim's enjoying himself -- thoroughly -- but he's not yielding power just yet. He holds it with his fingers in Sherlock's scalp and in his temporary hold on John. The moans and shudders and building pleasure in his body haven't undone his senses.]

[As John pries off his hand, holds Jim's wrist tight so that when Jim makes a slight tug and John's fingers constrict, he can feel the tingle of his circulation being cut off. It's the restriction, or maybe John's accompanying threat, that makes Jim's breathing falter. His arm goes still in John's hold, tense with anticipation and the danger sparking between them. Maybe John will attack him. Maybe he'll hold him down. Jim takes a deep breath as his eyes close with the delicious idea of it, but only for a brief moment.]

[Then he presses out a small huff of a laugh.]

"What do you think, John?" [His voice is breathless and almost hoarse as sensation builds, but not low; he's not keeping the words from Sherlock's ears.] "Should I pull Sherlock back by his hair and cum on his face?" [He

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock halts his movements at John's cry, pulling back momentarily to cast a worried glance at him. He realizes what's happening as he feels their movements behind his head, and he reaches back to stroke John's side soothingly. As much as he didn't like that it was elicited because John was in pain, that growled threat to Jim was ridiculously sexy, and he wished he could get at John better than just the hand on his side in this moment. His focus isn't pulled for long from his current task, adjusting his technique so he could use his mouth and hand on Jim and give his throat a slight respite

[dearjohnwatson]

[Glancing down at Sherlock as he paused in his attentions to look up at John, he offered his companion a dark look, a sort of 'what would you have me choose?' when he saw such unbridled lust in those gray eyes. It takes John a moment to tear his eyes away when Sherlock goes back to his task at hand, fingers still idly caressing Sherlock's head where Jim wasn't fisting his hand in those curls. Still holding Jim's other wrist, John feels it move only to feel his grip and brings an even tighter hold to him for just a moment before easing up so as not to snap the seemingly fragile bone in half

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim's eyebrow lifts as he glances down pointedly at Sherlock as John traps him between their hips. He hadn't thought John had it in him, to make Sherlock uncomfortable and imprisoned. Jim wonders if he's seeing a glimpse into a more sadistic side of John, or if he's just as vanilla as always and trying to create a compromise. As John answers, his voice staggers, and Jim looks quickly back at him, reading all the little emotions he can see on John's face. Sherlock's mouth is hot and wet, Jim would be thrilled to bury his cock all the way down and release. He feels the pressure leading up to it almost overwhelm him.]

"No," [he says, holding himself off as he looks at John. Jim's breathing isn't steady but the word is mischievously firm, as though he's saying it just to bother him (and maybe he is), but he's also excited with the alternative. He doesn't think he's the only one; he hadn't missed the lust in Sherlock's eyes. Jim suddenly moves back, pulling Sherlock off by the grip on his hair. He immediately misses Sherlock's mouth

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock grunted softly as John urged him forward, caught off-guard by the fact that John would push Jim's cock further into his mouth rather than the other way 'round. He shuddered in pleasure at John's reply and the feeling of being so thoroughly trapped between the two men. He did some of his best work when he was in a tight spot, after all, even if he was a bit inexperienced in this area. He kept his throat relaxed as he took Jim completely again, concentrating on keeping his breathing even and bracing himself for the foreign sensation of having someone come in his throat. He was as prepared he was going to get, all that remained was to wait for Jim

[dearjohnwatson]

[It was one of the first times during this whole event that John turned to Sherlock, cleared his throat, and actually spoke to Sherlock in slight desperation. If he knew better (which he did) he'd just stop talking.]

"Are you sure? D'you have any idea how much that's going to hurt?" [He was speaking just to Sherlock, trying to push away the complicating lust for a moment and see just what was lying beneath. Did he honestly want Moriarty to fuck him? It was breaking John's heart.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim scoffs at John's desperate attempt to keep Jim back behind some sort of boundary. As though John Watson can stop Jim from seeping fully into Sherlock's skin; as though Jim hasn't already. Regardless of the kind of sex they end up having, it's still just sex, and Sherlock and Jim are still doing it together.]

"Don't be so dramatic, doctor," [he says, still playful because he thinks he's going to get his way. Any way is his way as long as he gets Sherlock.] "I'll be careful." [Maybe not gentle, but careful. He's not here to torture Sherlock, not explicitly (at least not at the moment). Sherlock might still be oversensitive, or he might be fine already; Jim thinks the look in Sherlock's eyes has nothing to do with expecting pain, but maybe Sherlock really doesn't know how he is yet.]

[He softly brushes Sherlock's bangs aside, lingering a moment for Sherlock to answer John. He'll let Sherlock decide for himself, but of course he still expects to get everything he wants tonight, sooner or later.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock glances up at John, wondering what exactly he expected him to do. He knew that fighting Jim on this would only make it harder on them, and that Jim wouldn't let up until he got what he wanted. Still, he didn't like the edge to John's voice that said that maybe letting Jim have his way would upset him. He had assumed they both knew what they were getting into, and that John had to know that Jim wouldn't just sit idly by through all this. He leans up and kisses John just below his ear, wanting to do something to ease his mind.]

"It's alright. He can't take what we have." [He whispers into his ear, pausing momentarily to kiss him softly again on the cheek. He gives a half smile that he hopes is a bit reassuring. Jim was exciting and dangerous, sure, but Sherlock was fairly certain that he loved John (at least as much as he was capable of such a thing), which was saying something for a self-proclaimed sociopath