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 relaxed minutely thanks to John's reassurances, nodding slightly as he leaned on John both literally and figuratively. He shivered slightly under the two men's respective touches, the contrast of utter devotion in John's and calculating ownership in Jim's almost dizzying in their intensity. He shifts to allow John to help him out of his remaining clothes, moaning softly in disappointment (and maybe a hint of desperation - he didn't want John to let go, even for a moment) as John pulled away from him. He came back to himself as soon as John was out of reach, dread and unease creeping up on him with how exposed he was, and left with Jim, no less. He keeps his eyes on John, trying with everything he had to ignore the fact that Jim had swiftly taken a hold of him. He suppresses a shudder, but he can't suppress the goosebumps that Jim's touches and kisses elicit. He bites down on his cheek in an effort to hide his ragged breathing. There is a sharp intake of breath, however, at Jim's addendum.]

"Wh-" [He almost asks 'what

[dearjohnwatson]

[No sooner than the very second he stepped off the bed, Jim's hands were back on Sherlock and he had to just keep moving in order to not grab the man's wrists and peel those possessive claws off him. He stepped down along the impossibly long bed to grab the requested items in the side table, bringing them back to set on the bed beside the men's knees. When he looked back up at Sherlock, he could swear he saw the others thoughts, having learned from the best of course. It made John's heartstrings pull incredibly tight, on the verge of snapping. Pursing his lips, he gave a bit of a sigh and a small tilt of his head. It certainly wasn't the best situation, but John had learned very early on - within the first twenty four hours of meeting this brilliant specimen of a man - that one had to just go with it, otherwise there might not be another opportunity. The Army taught him to make the best of a situation, and that was John's plan

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim doesn't initially know if the tension in Sherlock's body is from fear or guarded anticipation, but then Sherlock wouldn't go so still from anticipation. Fear then. Jim stills himself to hold back the dark trickle of anger. They've had this conversation already tonight, so he doesn't bother reminding him that the door to this room locks from the inside if Sherlock desires to go through it. The thought tightens his jaw with frustration, and he doesn't say anything. He doesn't want Sherlock's fear -- it makes Sherlock defensive, careful, guarded, resistant. He wants to delicately lay Sherlock out in pieces, expose every part of him for Sherlock to see -- especially the parts involving Jim, and all the dark things he doesn't want to look at

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock twitched as Jim rutted against him, worried momentarily that he'd made him angry and caused him to rethink allowing John to go first. He didn't try to move away, thinking it better for Jim to get out whatever frustration he had, and he counted himself lucky it only lasted for a moment. He didn't feel ready for any of this, and he was still wrestling with the desire to cut and run. Though, fearing for his life and remaining shreds of sanity was infinitely better than being bored in his mind, so he stayed put.]

[His arms were around John again as soon as he was within reach, which was already becoming an almost autonomic reaction. He follows the gentle directions of John's hands, shivering every now and then from his soft caresses that seemed to effortlessly dissipate the tension that had mounted when left alone with Jim. His own hands were moving as well, as though trying to memorize every part of John. His fingers brushed gently over the scar on John's shoulder in an appreciative gesture, admiring the physical

[dearjohnwatson]

[Jim was thrumming with tension. Even in those kisses that were suppose to thrill him, he sensed a deep thought process going through the man's mind that was just riding the knife's edge between complete insanity and giddy delight. Unlike Sherlock's mind, he didn't want to see into Jim's right now, or ever. The man was barely controlling himself. If he didn't hurry up, he would lose his chance. Something about the moment seemed to trigger a thought. What if this was Sherlock's first time? Ever? It was John's first with a bloke, but it wasn't like he didn't exactly know what to do. The internet provided a bored, jobless doctor endless opportunities to experiment, and he'd been with women before. Before Sherlock, he never thought once about another man in such a beautiful light. And he was absolutely positive Sherlock was beautiful, he felt honored

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim nuzzles John's shoulder and lightly runs a hand down Sherlock's side as John starts getting things ready. Jim likes to focus on Sherlock, on how needy and disheveled he already looks, but his eyes drift too often to all the little things John's doing, paying close attention but trying not to hover: to the work with the condom, the lube, the fingers.]

[John's methods wouldn't be Jim's choices on how to proceed, but he bites his bottom lip to keep his judgment to himself in another rare moment of restraint. (The things he does for love or whatever sensation this is.) He'd suspected it before, but now he's certain: John's clearly had too many doctor's patience and not enough anal sex (at least with virgins -- and probably not any at all, though Jim can't be certain about that yet), and Sherlock obviously hasn't been with anyone. John can do it from this angle, but... Jim wants to correct John, to tell him that he should roll Sherlock on his side so it'll be easier, because it's more fussy and less thorough this way -- and Jim's a

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock watched every move of the other two men intently, anxiety and excitement at constant war in his head regarding the situation he found himself in. He liked the feel of John's kisses that spoke of seemingly infinite appreciation of his own body. He never really thought much about it, himself. Sure, he knew he was considered quite attractive generally, and it was convenient to use his good looks to get what he wanted out of someone, but it never mattered beyond that. John seemed to be almost worshiping him with every touch, and it was as brilliant as it was unexpected. And to say that Sherlock hadn't expected something was entirely rare in itself. But then, John always managed to surprise him.]

[He squirmed a bit under the attention, his hands threading through John's hair as he positioned himself above him. He gasped softly and tensed automatically as John's questing finger pressed against him. He took a deep breath when John told him to relax, nodding again as the tensity in his muscles eased up a bit and allowed

[dearjohnwatson]

[At the first sign of Sherlock's acceptance, his finger pressed further until he was in to the knuckle and immediately knew just how to curve and stroke the man's prostate. It was a light caress, a tease of sorts and he felt Sherlock's inexperienced body instantly tense. He paused there and focused on a deeper kiss to distract him while that finger lazily moved in and out. He was nearly pressing Sherlock in half, kissing him with his legs draped over his shoulders like that, but it only lasted a moment before John had broken it to focus his attentions on preparing him.]

[Pulling out, he introduced a second finger and keened softly when Sherlock's body expected it and let him in. Kissing the man's leg closest to his lips, he worked those fingers a touch harder than the single digit. He lost all sight of Jim and could do nothing but take in Sherlock's face, the way his eyes went wide at what the doctor was doing to him.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim's willingness to let John and Sherlock get all snuggly on their own (or as close to 'on their own' as he'll let them) is about used up, and he fidgets with impatience. His hold flexes under Sherlock's knee, his hand tensing and relaxing in the slightest hint of agitation. Watching Sherlock go all gooey is fun, but it's a lot more fun when Jim's the one doing it

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock gasped as his entire body twitched when John grazed his prostate, never expecting that it would feel that damn good. Hopefully John didn't do that very often, or he'd have an extremely hard time adhering to Jim's instruction not to come. He eagerly leaned in to meet John's kiss, dragging his nails up his back as he started to get used to this. He broke away after a moment with a husky growl as John added another finger and continued to work him over. His chest heaves as his breathing becomes more erratic, his eyes flicking to Jim as he felt him grab his wrist. He doesn't fight it, far too curious about what he's going to do even as John made preparing him into such fantastic torture. He can't help but tremble a bit at the combination of John and Jim's hands on him that made it seem like he would just disappear if they weren't both touching him

[dearjohnwatson]

[Just when he thought it was getting good, Jim reinserted himself into the picture. He felt Sherlock's body twitch against his fingers when Moriarty pressed those dangerously delicate fingers to his flatmate's throat. It was about to go too far, but then Jim pulled those fingers back and proceeded to snog the breath out of Sherlock instead. He saw tongue and felt his chest immediately tighten. It was hot, there was no more normal reaction to it than that. John licked his lips in preparation, but when the moment came he wasn't exactly prepared. Jim was on him like a hawk to prey, biting and tugging oh John's neck harshly

[jim_moriarty]

[John's kiss is violent, and Jim holds him close by the neck to assault him more. John's bottom lip is caught between Jim's teeth when he feels Sherlock's shudder, and he abruptly pulls back. The first thing that comes to mind is that it's a reaction of pleasure, and his eyes quickly dart to the signs for it, but then he immediately realizes that's wrong. Understanding now, his eyes narrow and he focuses an accusatory glare on John, as though Jim himself has been the one personally hurt. In a way, he is.]

[He brushes fingers over Sherlock's forehead: a gentle soothing motion as he pulls aside Sherlock's bangs. Jim will take care of him.]

"Maybe this position is too complicated for our first time," [he says too-pleasantly to John. Though he's technically referring to all-of-their first time together, not to Sherlock's (or John's) first time, there's enough over-emphasis there that even John can't miss it. Jim mentions this as a lead-in to a suggestion, but it's also a warning: 'don't fuck this up.' Jim wants this to go well, and now

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock can't help a sharp gasp at the pain, his fingers twitching to tighten his grip on John's shoulders. It was probably a good (albeit unpleasant) thing in the end, considering he had been getting precariously close to coming before the pain helped dial it back a bit. He huffed a few short breaths, his fingers slackening their vice-like grip on John's shoulders.]

"F..fine, it's fine." [He managed, stroking the back of John's neck in reassurance. He glances up curiously at Jim, swearing he could see something that almost bordered on protectiveness in his eyes, as utterly impossible as that was to believe. But then, that touch to his forehead was as comforting as it was unexpected, and actually served to help relax him a bit, against all preconceived notions. He thought dimly that he must have Stockholm syndrome, because the very notion of Jim's touch making him feel better about anything ever had to be a psychological disturbance of some kind.]

[When he was at least somewhat at ease again, he nods to Jim's notion of a

[dearjohnwatson]

[Not one to like being given sex advice, he probably thought that Jim was right only because Sherlock seemed to agree. John's fingers left Sherlock's body, reaching out to wipe them off on the bed before urging Sherlock onto his side by prying his legs from his shoulders and setting them gently back down on the bed, knees together. Crawling along Sherlock's body to lay flush up against him, John felt the lanky man tremble in his arms as he began with light kisses to the back of his neck and shoulders

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim is bad at hiding his glee -- and he is trying, if only just a bit -- as he cuddles up to Sherlock's front with a pleased smile, his eyes on Sherlock like a predator watches prey as it takes it down. At first his hands just rest on Sherlock's chest and stomach, momentarily enjoying the new access to his body, and he puts soft little kisses on Sherlock's lips and jaw. His kisses travel up to John, and he pushes himself up enough to lean over Sherlock to place a few kisses on him as well. Then he's sliding his hands over Sherlock hungrily: over his waist, his hip, down his thigh, touching him everywhere except where he most aches for it. He might not be the one about to fuck Sherlock, but facing him while it happens, this is so much better. They're both so warm and Jim feels wonderfully breathless