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]

[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

[dearjohnwatson]

[As much as he understood the consequences, from watching Jim at the restaurant to watching him here now, it felt to the medical doctor that he was placing doubt in every nook and cranny Jim presented them. Besides being a paranoid whelp, John couldn't help the medical mind sometimes. He used to envision medical textbook pages of the female body when he banged girls at Uni just to keep up with his heterosexual tendencies. He'd seen dead naked men before, children blown up by land minds and none of that phased him. Nothing was quite getting to him like Jim Moriarty

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim nearly rolls his eyes at whatever they're whispering, if only for being a little excluded. They're having sex together, and Jim wants them exposed with it, not keeping secrets. But he can't force it, not overtly. So his hand trails over Sherlock's back, feeling the subtle twists of muscle and bone beneath Sherlock's skin, holding off his impatiance by imagining how Sherlock will twist and contort in pleasure beneath him. It's a beautiful thought.]

[Then Sherlock looks at him that way, and kisses him like that. Jim pulls Sherlock down with a hand on his back, taking it all in, excited that Sherlock seems just as eager for this despite John's attempts at restraint. This, Sherlock letting go of inhibition and wanting him, is what Jim's been after. He wants Sherlock to know it, to remember it later, to eventually embrace it fully. Jim digs his hands into Sherlock's skin, and he grabs his arse possessively, as though he can keep them permanently together by hands and force of will.]

[Then John is unexpectedly helpful and Jim has a

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock hums appreciatively into the kiss, putting his arms around Jim and tugging him closer in much the same way Jim was. Rough, possessive and oh so addicting. As Jim breaks the kiss, Sherlock continues to kiss his jawline and enjoy the rough scratch of his stubble against his lips and cheek as he did. His eyes flick back to see that John had handed over a condom, which was more obliging than he had expected. He kisses John quickly on the cheek again just to show that he's grateful. He was worried for a moment there that John might hate him like he hated himself for wanting this so badly. But then, John had succumbed as well to whatever maniacal energy had drawn Sherlock to Jim so completely, so he could hardly be blamed for wanting this, right

[dearjohnwatson]

[John didn't hate Sherlock, he hated himself for not thinking where this was going to go. With Jim and Sherlock so entwined, there was no room for John and so he pulled away to ... watch. The more he watched, the more his anxiety ebbs away again just a little. Sherlock was beautiful, how could he not watch that? He let out a exhale he'd been holding and moved to sit up fully and watch both of them fiercely attack each others lips

[jim_moriarty]

[Jim responds in kind to Sherlock's welcome assault, nipping back harder, nails dragging up his skin. He growls as Sherlock does it to him, and he does it harder in return. As John moves away, Jim pushes Sherlock onto his back, pulling his hands from his body and pressing Sherlock's wrists forcefully into the mattress over his head.]

[Jim's eyes flicker over John, taking him in in half a second. This won't do, he knew this already. It'll be troublesome if John decides to leave; Sherlock might not stay, or even if he does he'll be worried and that'll be annoying. Jim can't let that happen when there are so many delicious alternatives. He eyes John's cock; he might still be sensitive physically, and concerned for himself and Sherlock, but damn if Jim is going to let him get away before Jim's had a piece of him too.]

"John," [he says, voice steady and practical, as though they were still talking over dinner.] "Would you do us a favor?"

[Jim's hands flex on Sherlock's wrists, putting as much weight as he can into holding him down. It'

[shutupimagenius]

[Sherlock groans against Jim's lips as he gets rougher with him, just like he wanted. He makes no move to struggle when Jim pins him down, even smirking as he sucked on Jim's bottom lip before the kiss broke so Jim could address John. His face fell when he saw John's expression, worried for a moment that he might leave. His lust was pushed aside in that moment by worry for John and what he must think of him. He wriggles his wrists under Jim's hold, wishing his hand was free just for a moment so he could touch John and try to convince him that it was okay somehow. He chews on his lip, torn for a moment over whether or not he should go through with this. Well, of course, he really shouldn't, but he still wanted to, and Sherlock was never one not to do something just because he shouldn't. Though, he didn't want to ruin whatever he had with John just because he was trying to alleviate this excess of pent-up sexual frustration that had surfaced tonight. He keeps his gaze on John, looking for some sign that they would still be