I am not dead, are you? (SherlockXMoriarty PostRBF)

Sherlock's world tipped again when the other's fingers slipped around his erection, he was not used to this and it all felt raw and new.

Would this be the same was someone else in Jim's place? He wondered briefly before his thougths shut down.

He could hardly move in this position and his mind supplied the best way to turn around.
The next second he was licking his way into Jim's mouth while his hips thrusted in the other's hand.
Jim was all he could think about right then.

Moriarty found himself moaning in the kiss, surprised by the sudden movements his action had caused. His breathing increasing more, heartbeat racing and his whole body was tingling.

James returned the kiss, letting his own tongue play with Sherlock's. The amount of heat he felt in his own throbbing erection was nearly unbearable. In pure sexual frustration he started to speed up the movement of his hand while his other was now tugging into Sherlock's messy curls.

Sherlock could tell Jim's frustration by the way he was grabbing his hair, it sent a jolt down his spine and he was reminded of what he was supposed to do.
His hand ventured down, shaking, but confident, it made its way into the other's pants and around the other's erection.

"Jim," he whimpered against the other's lips, his hips were thrusting eratically, he needed something, anything, he had no idea, but he was very close to coming. He had no idea it could be this... strong.

His body froze for a second as Sherlock's tall cold fingers surrounded him. As both relief and please he groaned, gritting his teeth to break of the intense tone of the moan.

"Yes..; Sherlock?" He said wheezing, not stopping any of the ongoing motion.
Sherlock's touch was hesitating, so he gave a thrust making the man's hand move.

Sherlock moaned, losing coordination as he drew nearer his orgasm. He was faintly aware of the movements of his hand, mimicking Jim's motions on his arousal.

He wished he could do better than that, he wished he could concentrate, but really? At the moment he couldn't care less.

"I might... I will... soon," he stammered, arching his back in pleasure.

Of course, Sherlock's stamina wasn't as good as his. This was the first time he experienced something like this. It made Jim hard as rock, knowing that the man he was leaning on was about to have his first orgasm ever.

"Shh, honey, just enjoy it." He shushes Sherlock. He gritted his teeth into the man's lower lip. "Come on, big boy, cum for me." He whispered, his warm breathing brushing over Sherlock's face.

He felt Sherlock's erection throb and swell between his finger. A gave a few strong jerks, hoping they'd do it for him.

Sherlock thought he was going to die right there.
Of course he had touched himself before, but this... this was something completely different.

His back arched off the mattress and his belly seemed to burn with hot mercury.

The next second he was coming with a soft moan, his eyes rolling back and he tried hard to keep moving the hand around Jim's arousal, but he had no idea what was happening for real outside the way his body shook in an high that could not compare to anything he had ever tried before.

Sherlock actually gripped his other hand so tightly around James's erection, it nearly ached. Though He couldn't blame him, seeing him in this kind of pleasure.

He stopped his own hand from moving as he felt the hot mess dripping over his hands. "hmm" He groaned, leaning his own head against Sherlock's. "Well done." He smiled, feeling sherlock's sweaty skin on his.

Sherlock was panting, breathing so fast, eyes wide, he could hardly note what was happening in his body chemistry. He was looking at Jim and felt his weight, he couldn't help but smile as he relaxed.

"This is brilliant..." he whispered, almost to himself.

"Mm... yes... right... you too..." he realized his death grip and let go a bit, starting up another rhythm with a bit of a clever pull. He could do this, he thought, ignoring the pain that shot at his wrist.
It was almost exilarating, how the world seemed to be a better place now.

He complete ignored the mess sherlock had made because non of it mattered once he started moving his strong hands again. James moved over a bit, making it comfortable on both of them. His breathing increasing with every jerk sherlock gave. Moaning and groaning against the man's lips. He tried to answer, but he just failed.

"Oh.." "Hmmm" "gahh" were the only sounds his voice was producing as his own hips bucked. He buried his fingers in Sherlock's skin as the tension started to rise.

Taking in the other's scent as he moved closer and in a more comfortable position sent another chill down Sherlock's spine, it was a different kind of sexual pull.
It was not sexual drive, it was something else entirely.

He had no idea how to label it, but he settled for not thinking about it, following his instinct for the first time in ages and burying himself in the other's neck.
He took in more of his scent, he licked up his neck and bit on his earlobe as he continued to move his hand.
He just wanted him to come.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. The sensation was just overwhelming. "Coming..." He squeaked as he gripped one hand onto the sheets, pulling them up a bit.

He let out something in between a moan and an attempt to whisper Sherlock's name as he felt himself coming. Hips bucked, breathing stocked and his heart pumping blood as fast as it could.

When he finished he collapsed onto the bed, trying to say how much Sherlock managed to pleasure him. But only a rasp, dry groan came out as he attempted to.

Sherlock grinned when he felt the warm viscous liquid filling his hand, he stopped his movements and touched it curiously. It felt slightly different than his own.

He sighed, leaving curiosity aside for a moment as he took in the other's disheveled appearance.

For a moment he wondered why he had not let this man fuck him the day before.
He was utterly beautiful.

The next he just closed his eyes and tried to relax.
He could still feel the lingering feelings of his high close.

He decided to enjoy that and that only, and he leaned down, nuzzling Jim's cheek so that he'd turn towards him.
He then kissed Moriarty languidly.
He didn't need words after all.

The irishman was still panting, making his lips part slightly. His body was tingly and warm and he had a shiver running down his spine.

Once he faced Sherlock he placed sweet and gentle kisses on to his lips, as if he was to say think you for giving me this sorts of pleasure. He placed his hand onto Sherlock's cheek and stroked it softly. As he laid looking into those deep eyes, he realised this man had became even better looking then he already was.

With a quick glance at their bodies he decided he'll take a shower soon. Though the clock was only reading 5.53AM. He was exhausted and cuddled up against Sherlock. Slowly drifting off again. This was a beautiful morning, one he wished to repeat ANY time.

The soft kisses were intoxicating to say the least, Sherlock found himself revelling in a sort of happiness that tugged at his heart.
When he looked into the other's eyes, when he felt Jim's hand on his cheek, something shifted in his chest and his heart hurt for a long moment.

He ignored it, because again he did not know what it meant, and he settled to pull him just a bit closer, shutting his eyes and wishing for sleep.
Shower, yes, he needed one badly, but at the moment, nothing could take him away from this.

As james woke up again light had filled their room. He found himself in the same position as he fell asleep. Everything happened previously felt as if it all happened in a slumber, but he had loved it.

"Sherlock?" He whispered, wanting to know whether the handsome man was still asleep or not. If he was, james wasn't going to break the position they were in. The warmth of Sherlock's arms captivated him. It was one of a kind.

Sherlock felt the other move, he did not respond, still half-asleep. He moved slightly, nuzzling Jim's shoulder and moaning softly as some sort of reply.
He was vaguely aware of the sticky feeling in his pants, but he was too warm to want to fully wake.

Lips placed a soft kiss on the other's shoulder, and he buried himself further, he seemed to be looking for shelter against the other body, so much only the mop of his black hair was visible at some point.


((cat Sherlock was bound to turn up eventually XDD ))

A smile parted James lips as he covered up Sherlock completely with both his own body and the duvet. This side of Sherlock was one he'd just simply adored. "Lazy." He teased, knowing he wouldn't manage to get Sherlock out of this position for any time soon.

Time passed and an hallow growl of his stomach made him realize it was time to get up. He needed food and a shower. Unlike Sherlock, Moriarty did need to eat to keep his mind and body up. "Sorry" he whimpered as he pushed Sherlock away, making him roll over to the other side of the bed.

Once sitting up straight he stretched out, muscles still protesting to his body moving. He rolled his neck and clicked his spine before lifting himself up his feet.

Sherlock wasn't very aware of what was happening, until his eyes opened and he was graced with the view of Moriarty's backside as he stretched.

Mm, nice, he thought, before he remembered exactly what had happened just a few hours ago.

He blinked then, and sat up. He hadn't- God, he couldn't believe it.
He felt his cheeks burn red and his eyes moved nervously on the mayhem that was the bed.
"Ew," he whimpered, feeling the mess in his pants. He really needed a shower, desperately.

He shuffled off the bed and moved towards the bathroom, hoping Jim wouldn't talk to him, he needed to think.

"Hey I was go-..." Before he could finish Sherlock had already closed the door to the bathroom he was about to use. "Bastard" he hissed.

With another growl of his stomach he decided to fulfill his other need; food. He picked up the phone and called the number he'd found on one of the leaflets spread on the desk. "Yes, breakfast for two as soon as possible." He confirmed politely. He was assured it would only take 15 minutes.

Though, in 15 minutes Sherlock would be finished and he would be using the bathroom. He didn't want to start his breakfast smelling and dirty like he was. But he didn't want the food to get cold either. Only one solution popped into his mind.

Without hesitating he sneaked into the bathroom. "Don't mind me." He said playfully and smiling as he already undressed and stepped in.

Sherlock felt himself grin at the bastard that was thrown his way, it felt a bit more familiar than kisses and cuddles at least.

He undressed quickly, throwing away his pants directly before he slid under the shower spray.

He was just about to relax, when the door opened again.
No, no, no, he thought panicking, the next second Jim was in the shower as if nothing was wrong with world.

"You couldn't wait 5 minutes?" he hissed, covering his crotch, he had no idea why he had any sense of modesty left, especially since he never seemed to have any.

"You and I both know you were going to make some life changing decision in here. Food is on his way and I couldn't wait for you to get ready. I don't like waiting." He shrugged, shamelessly about everything going on.

"But please, just carry on." He said while grabbing the shower gel Sherlock was about to take. "Oh you wanted these as well? WoOops." a devilish grin grew on his face as it took his time to drip the liquid onto his palm.

Sherlock went as far as pouting at Jim's teasing, "I had no idea you could be such a pain," he commented, there was still that feeling in the pit of his chest that made him uncomfortable all over. He was feeling something, he didn't want to admit it.

"I needed some time to myself you know," he protested and groaned as the other took forever to take his share of shower gel. "At least try to be quick," he added in annoyance, turning his back on him, at least he could stop covering himself that way.

He was loving this and he knew, if Sherlock actually somewhere wasn't liking this, he would have already been kicked out. So he just continued his actions.

"Thanks." He took Sherlock calling him a pain as a compliment. Once he had enough shower gel he started to soap himself in. Finding his eyes staring at the detective's bum. Hmmmm, how he'd love to... No! He wasn't allowed to think that right now.

"Yes, like I said go on and don't mind me." He grinned once more before basically bumping into Sherlock to let the water wash away the soap.

Sherlock was not exactly at ease, but he needed to get clean, so for once he decided to be ever practical and not get lost in leaps of logic.
"Not a compliment," he pointed out uselessly, before he stole the shower gel and started using it.

He groaned when Jim bumped into him. "Problems of balance?" he teased him, even though he was rather sure that was not the case.
He wished he had some time to think, he was feeling completely out of his depth. This was not supposed to happen, but he was not just allowing it, he was enjoying it. It was the closest thing he had ever had to a relationship.


((they are doing a character party 2 with truth or dare, do come, Sherlock is ready to flirt~~~ and of course you are free to flirt with whoever you want, just thought it would be fun if you were there as well ^^ ))