As the moment of their meeting time drew ever closer, he couldn't pull his gaze from the clock. His thoughts were invariably pulled to what they would get up to if Jim indulged him, the mere thought of being at his mercy again making his heartbeat jump in tempo and his respiratory rate turn to something shallow and shaky. This was so much worse than any of his other addictions, having always had his stash of chemical help that he was certain would be there. This, though, he had to rely on someone else, and someone who liked toying with him to boot, so there was no surety. It was the most exquisite torture to wait for him to arrive, already feeling anxious and more than ready to get his fix
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He wonders how much time he could have saved with all the fanfare and games he so loved to play. But he loved the playing as much as the winning or at least getting what he wanted. Which was Sherlock. And very badly, it appeared as he let loose with a torrent of kisses as they writhed across each other, sliding flesh with intent. Looking up at him, Moriarty raked his well manicured nails smoothly across the man's bare chest, wondering idly if he should mark the man to give him a memento of the occasion.
"Just in case, you were wondering ...I am already prepped." There, he let those words sink into Sherlock's skull, knowing it would take a moment to catch on that he fully intended to let himself be fuck first. It was only logical. It would give the other man an idea of what to expect later as the evening wore on. Wetting a finger, he traced the length of the other man's arousal while he waited.
The heated kisses they shared only got him all the more turgid, even though it didn't seem like it was possible to be any harder than he already was. He gave a shaky sigh as he rocked against him, shivering slightly at the feel of his nails on his bare skin. He certainly hoped to have some marks to remember this by, wanting as many scratches and bite marks as Jim chose to gave him.
His brain was already taking a backseat in this situation, so it took a long moment for what Jim was saying to really reach him. He could only pant and gaze at him in muted wonder at this new information, all too ready to just jump right in, especially when Jim seemed ready for it too. He groaned as Jim teased him, his patience waning even though this had all moved much faster than he'd anticipated. "Supplies?" he asked breathlessly, having trusted Jim to bring whatever it was he preferred considering Sherlock had no clue about what worked best.
At the question, Moriarty nipped bruisingly on his nemesis' shoulder, smoothing it out with a kiss.
His right hand, Moran would have absolutely gone on an independent killing spree if he had him run that particular errand. And he wouldn't blame him. Some things a man just did for himself. Figuring on a need to supply what Sherlock may have forgotten to bring, both pockets were full to the brim with packets of condoms, gloves, lube, and a few extras. "Both inner pockets of my jacket. Bring it all over if you don't know ..." He nodded over to where the coat lay folded now with the rest of his clothes.
Waiting for Sherlock to comply, he crossed ankles and propped himself up with elbows. Mostly, he wanted to get a good view of the man's backside. Voyeur to the core, he'd have to share that kink some other time with him. Right now, it was all about them.
Sherlock gave a hum of approval at Jim's nip and subsequent kiss, hoping it would bruise so he could look on it fondly later. He nodded distantly at his answer, feeling so pleasantly lightheaded that it took all his concentration to push himself standing and retrieve the necessary items.
He grabbed the coat and made his way back over, laying it next to Jim as he sunk to his knees in front of him. He had a compulsion ever since Jim did it for him that he wanted to taste him too, which had him settling between his legs to run his tongue up his length. He moaned lowly at the taste of him, chancing a glance up at him as he tongued the slit and waited for him to get out the supplies and tell him how the next part worked.
"I ...I think we can wait a few more minutes if you ...wish to use your mouth for a while." Moriarty's voice cracked in mid sentence as the tonguing commenced. If that wasn't a sight he hadn't envisioned many times in his head, but it couldn't hold a candle to the real thing. He could practically feel his brain short circuiting. Reaching out to grab the coat as he looked down and got what he wanted out with one hand. The other was fingering through Sherlock's brownish red locks, not daring to blink should the other man chicken out when faced with actually following through.
He nodded slightly at Jim's words, taking it as a small victory to hear the way his voice broke as he said it. He took hold of his length in a loose fist, putting his lips around him and giving a first experimental suck. His eyes fluttered close when Jim's fingers stroked through his hair, encouraged to take him deeper into his mouth. His fingers gripped hard at his thighs, moving to take him all the way down his throat with a groan of satisfaction that he managed it.
So hot and wet, slippery suctioning ... the pressure around his cock and the obscenities that were slowly delivered from Moriarty's mouth as his arousal disappeared into Sherlock's mouth were almost incoherent. Not that it mattered, both hands were now on the other man's head, fingers threading through hair, gripping scalp when they could. There was no shame in Moriarty when it came to things that pleased him. "Oh good boy, show daddy how you can move," he whispered, trying to jump start the moving by guiding his head.
Jim's vocalizations made Sherlock throb with want, the fact that he could affect him in such a way infinitely rewarding. He sucked hard on him, moaning around him at the warm weight of him in his mouth and the fingers tugging on his hair that succeeded in thrilling him completely. Jim's words spur him on, lifting his head to tease just the head with his tongue before starting into a rhythm of bobbing his head, nails dragging down his thighs as he did. Despite having never engaged in this particular activity, he was taking to it rather well, completely enthralled with what he was doing.
"Oi, careful with teeth." He laughed, loud gasps of pleasure as nails raked the flesh of his thighs. Head tilting back into the pillows, his hands reached for mounds of sheet and blanket. Holding a death grip on the fabric, he pulled all his energy and focus in order to form the next request a few minutes later.
"Definitely ready now. Come up here so I can ..." grasping a condom, he said no more as he tore at the edge of the foiled packet with his teeth.
Sherlock eased up at Jim's instruction, shuddering at the gasps he brought forth that went straight to his groin. He sucked him with renewed focus, blinking his eyes open when Jim spoke again. He eased his mouth off of him, licking his lips to draw the taste of him further into his mouth.
He pushes himself up to clamber over him again, straddling him and running his hands appreciatively over his chest as he watched Jim open the condom with rapt attention.
Moriarty's urgings got Sherlock close enough that when he was done unveiling the contents of the condom wrapper, he had the perfect angle to roll the condom on and to show the other man exactly how to do so for future reference. Pushing him downward enough for him to get the idea to get into position, his cock twitched in anticipation, leaking copious amounts of precome.. Less than an hour ago, he had pulled out a plug that he had kept in for almost eight hours. He wasn't taking the chance of being ripped apart by amateur fumbling.
Some part of his more clinical nature was starting to kick in. No matter how excited he was and would become, there were parts of him that simply analyzed the goings on for future reference and how it would be of use to him.
Sherlock focused completely on Jim's movements, just in case he got to do the opposite for him later. A low rumble of a moan sounded from his throat as Jim put the condom on him, licking his lips unconsciously at the very idea of getting to do what he was about to do
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Sherlock was finally settled inside of him, sheathed in the well prepped home that he'd prepared for the man's cock. And it was absolutely what he had hoped for. He could help the little psychotic grin and he felt himself stretch even further than he had prepped for. It was a lovely burn. Nevermind that this first session would be over soon as it was a first also for the other man, he was already imagining Sherlock bending him over every piece of furniture, shoving him down pushing thrusting. Taking.
The physical sensations were nearly overwhelming in their hot intensity, turning Sherlock's breath ragged and shaky as he took a long moment to appreciate just being inside him for a moment. He didn't want to end this too soon, though he knew already it was going to be difficult to keep his composure.
His fingers dug into his hips as he kissed him with bruising force, a shiver shooting up his spine at the growl against his lips. He sucked on his lower lip as he eased into a slow rhythm of thrusts, his breath stuttering at the perfect friction of each move forward. He adjusted their position so Jim's legs rested on his shoulders, pushing to practically bend him in half and open him further to his assault. He lunged forward for another heated kiss, his hand inching over to take his erection into a loose fist and match a rhythm of strokes to his quickening thrusts. His mind was blissfully quiet, focused only on getting everything out of this moment that he could.
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"Just in case, you were wondering ...I am already prepped." There, he let those words sink into Sherlock's skull, knowing it would take a moment to catch on that he fully intended to let himself be fuck first. It was only logical. It would give the other man an idea of what to expect later as the evening wore on. Wetting a finger, he traced the length of the other man's arousal while he waited.
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His brain was already taking a backseat in this situation, so it took a long moment for what Jim was saying to really reach him. He could only pant and gaze at him in muted wonder at this new information, all too ready to just jump right in, especially when Jim seemed ready for it too. He groaned as Jim teased him, his patience waning even though this had all moved much faster than he'd anticipated. "Supplies?" he asked breathlessly, having trusted Jim to bring whatever it was he preferred considering Sherlock had no clue about what worked best.
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His right hand, Moran would have absolutely gone on an independent killing spree if he had him run that particular errand. And he wouldn't blame him. Some things a man just did for himself. Figuring on a need to supply what Sherlock may have forgotten to bring, both pockets were full to the brim with packets of condoms, gloves, lube, and a few extras. "Both inner pockets of my jacket. Bring it all over if you don't know ..." He nodded over to where the coat lay folded now with the rest of his clothes.
Waiting for Sherlock to comply, he crossed ankles and propped himself up with elbows. Mostly, he wanted to get a good view of the man's backside. Voyeur to the core, he'd have to share that kink some other time with him. Right now, it was all about them.
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He grabbed the coat and made his way back over, laying it next to Jim as he sunk to his knees in front of him. He had a compulsion ever since Jim did it for him that he wanted to taste him too, which had him settling between his legs to run his tongue up his length. He moaned lowly at the taste of him, chancing a glance up at him as he tongued the slit and waited for him to get out the supplies and tell him how the next part worked.
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"Definitely ready now. Come up here so I can ..." grasping a condom, he said no more as he tore at the edge of the foiled packet with his teeth.
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He pushes himself up to clamber over him again, straddling him and running his hands appreciatively over his chest as he watched Jim open the condom with rapt attention.
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Some part of his more clinical nature was starting to kick in. No matter how excited he was and would become, there were parts of him that simply analyzed the goings on for future reference and how it would be of use to him.
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"More .." He growled into the kiss.
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His fingers dug into his hips as he kissed him with bruising force, a shiver shooting up his spine at the growl against his lips. He sucked on his lower lip as he eased into a slow rhythm of thrusts, his breath stuttering at the perfect friction of each move forward. He adjusted their position so Jim's legs rested on his shoulders, pushing to practically bend him in half and open him further to his assault. He lunged forward for another heated kiss, his hand inching over to take his erection into a loose fist and match a rhythm of strokes to his quickening thrusts. His mind was blissfully quiet, focused only on getting everything out of this moment that he could.
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