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 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]

[The sudden clenching of Sherlock's body against his ministrations has John getting vocal himself in an almost incoherently babbling sort of way. His every muscle aches as he tries to get a few good thrusts in before he's lost all manner of control. It's been too long since he'd felt the joys of orgasm, having rung Sherlock dry was quite the wonderful plus to all of this. He collapses in a boneless heap behind his flatmate, still trying to mouth kisses to his sweaty back and get his breathing under control.]

[It was better than he imagined, aside from the little bit of Moriarty that Sherlock clung to. John's hands fell into the dip of Sherlock's hip, still holding himself inside him, enjoying the warmth and the occasional clenching of his body. He wanted to scream out loud how much he loved that man, if only Jim hadn't taken up the next best position in the room just then.]

"Sherlock ... my God, Sherlock ... ye--ye-hess .... mmm ... " [John pet Sherlock's side and kissed the back of his head, feeling all manner of his muscles having

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim shifts, letting go of John and pulling Sherlock fully into his arms. He holds Sherlock tightly and gently nuzzles his cheek in the aftermath of orgasm, taking advantage of all those good feelings, euphoric sensations, and brain-altering hormones coursing through Sherlock's body. His collarbone stings slightly, wonderfully, from Sherlock's bite. Jim's still aching and eager and frustrated, but he'll give Sherlock a moment to come out of his disorientation. And in the meantime, Jim sinks into him, pulls him in, imprinting himself all over the experience.]

[It was slightly perturbing that Sherlock had shouted John's name -- and only John's. It leaves a knot in Jim's shoulders that the slight roll he puts into them won't lift. He tries to make up for it by pulling Sherlock closer, nuzzling his nose into Sherlock's sweaty hair and breathing, and knowing Sherlock is breathing in all around Jim's body as well

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock hears and feels the moment John follows him over the edge, exhaling shakily at the last few thrusts. He glances back at John, needing to see what he looked like when he lost all restraint. It was fantastic, as he'd expected, to see John's reserved exterior crumble as he was undone. He dimly thought that must be the appeal in himself as well. Sherlock himself was normally so collected, always ten steps ahead of everyone else; except in this situation. In this, he was just along for the ride as, for once, both of them knew more than he did about this. In this moment, that fact really didn't bother him as much as it probably would later

[dearjohnwatson]

[In the following minute after John's orgasm, he finds the cold shudder return to his body, reminding himself that Moriarty was watching them. And when Sherlock leaned into his embrace, John got an unhindered view of the madman's face. His breathing was still heavy pants, his hips moving ever so slightly in a reminder of where John was, and where Jim was not. His other hand, still coated lightly in Sherlock's release, was raised to his lips to taste. He licked his hand clean before he was clawing at Sherlock to get him out of Jim's grip again.]

[With his orgasm came a wash of reality. Jim Moriarty, criminal mastermind had them held prisoner by their now undeniable attraction to one another. And John wanted to leave, to get out of there and back home where it was considered safe. Really, nowhere was safe. Moriarty's hand trails up his own and John suppresses a hard shudder, legs shifted to wrap around Sherlock's own and really try to edge him away from Jim. He wasn't finished with him.]

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim slides his thumb up his own chest, where some of Sherlock's cum is smeared. He licks it off, letting it linger on his tongue as he cradles Sherlock's chin and kisses him forcefully, letting Sherlock taste himself off Jim's mouth. John's trying to pull Sherlock away, but Jim's not going to let him get very far. John doesn't need to be done with him, but it's Jim's turn with him now.]

[When he pulls out of the kiss, still gently holding Sherlock, he whispers harsh, loving words, tickled with excitement.] "Next time it'll be my name on your lips."

[And maybe on John's too. Jim leans up and kisses him as well, a gentle press to the corner of his lips.]

[With a happy sigh, Jim wriggles back, ready to get on to the next fun bit. He gently tugs at Sherlock's arm, wanting him to follow. They need some more room away from the headboard. John's holding him back, Jim can sense it, even though it's not like Jim's going to do anything bad. And it'll be something new this time too, something else for Sherlock to learn about.]

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock watches fascinated as the two men lapped up his ejaculate, unable to help being curious about what it might taste like. He's not left wondering for long as Jim kisses him and he moans against his lips at the lingering taste of himself on his lips which got him wondering how John's or Jim's might taste. God help him, he was actually looking forward to finding out.]

[Jim's words send a thrill of anticipation through him, entirely pleasure-drunk and more than willing to let Jim have a go at him. He halts for a moment at Jim's tug on his arm, wanting to follow him but wanting to reassure John somehow. He turns his head to look at John, seeing a possessive glint in his eyes that made pulling away from him extremely difficult indeed. He raises his hand to stroke John's cheek, kissing him softly on the jawline and up to his ear.]

"It's alright." [He whispers into his ear, nuzzling him gently in the hopes that it will ease his mind a little. He didn't have reason to believe that Jim would hurt him, and John would still be

[dearjohnwatson]

[The truly soothing way Sherlock whispers those words against his ear gave John a mighty big shudder. It was certainly not alright, but it would appear Jim had taken firm hold of his detective. Now that his first time was over with, said and done so to speak, Sherlock was ready to have another go and John felt his buzz dying faster and faster

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim waits for Sherlock to do whatever he needs to do to let John know he's not gonna get murdered. Again. Jim might be annoyed at this recurring theme if he weren't so pleased with anticipation, and he makes an excited little bounce on the bed while he waits. He's smiling like a child about to be given his favorite candy and trying -- a mediocre effort at best, really -- to not appear too eager.]

[He pulls Sherlock along a bit, not far, (he's not trying to steal him entirely from John, really,) just enough to angle them differently. He strokes Sherlock's hair, holding himself up with his other arm braced on the bed behind him. His fingers glide of Sherlock's sweaty forehead, pushing hair aside, before curling around the back of his neck and gently urging him downward. Jim's hard and aching, and he shifts so his erection is between them, not far from Sherlock's mouth.]

"Do you want to try it?" [he offers gently. His thumb strokes Sherlock's cheek and his eyes linger on his mouth, already imagining his cock engulfed by Sherlock's

[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.]