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

Jim felt all the heat in his body floating to that one point Sherlock's hand was positioned. Instinctively his body tensed up more and he groaned.

"Fierce" He joked, not struggling against Sherlock pulling him back inside. He wrapped his arms around Sherlock's middle to keep his balance, once near the bed he gently places a kiss on the other's lips.

Sherlock's eyes were dark and dangerous though, he hardly returned the kiss.
He pushed Jim back so that he would fall on the bed and strarted crawling on him.

He slid his robe's belt off and smirked, stretching it in between his fingers.

"Give me your hands," he said, sitting on his crotch and wriggling his hips a bit as he waited. His mind was slowly gathering all he had learned these last days, and also what he could remember from the research he had performed on the subject of sex.
He was going to improvise, but damn, he had something to prove now.

Jim was a little confused at the fierce he noticed in Sherlock's eyes. Though he was not complaining at all as he gracefully fell onto bed.

"Sherlock?" He said questionable as he held his hands out hesitating. Was he really going to be right up by /Sherlock/? God the idea made him grow hard just a little bit.

"Yes, Jim?" he answered teasingly, wrapping one end of the belt tightly around the man's wrists, then he leaned over him and tightened the other end to the headboard.
Tight enough so Jim had to keep his arms lifted, but loose enough to still be vaguely comfortable.

"Let's see," he whispered, and started undoing Jim's bathrobe, fingers moving teasingly on his chest, dancing on the skin.
The next second he was leaning down to wrap his lips around the other's nipple, sucking slightly.

"I want to try something," he muttered, sliding down Jim's body with a trail of kisses.

"You're evil." He muttered under his increased breath as he felt Sherlock's belt and hands wrap around his wrists. He usually was the person to tie other up, not the other way around. But he couldn't bring himself to struggle against any of it.

Jim closed his eyes and inhaled deep, feelings Sherlock's lip on such a sensitive part of bis body. His back arched slightly as he enjoyed every second of this.

"Try what?" He asked with a curious look upon his face. He couldn't predict Sherlock on this area, making everything ever more exciting. With every kiss received his breathing and heartbeat increased and really soft moans rolled off his lips.

"Evil? Me?" he asked, and looked up from Jim's belly button, his fingers parting the robe carefully, exposing Jim's crotch. "I am your favorite angel, remember?" he added with another soft smirk.

"Mm, exploration," he answered, fingertips tracing a line around Jim's shaft and then weighting his sack thoughtfully. "Never been this close to a person's penis," he said, and leaned his head down, breathing softly on it as he observed it.

Jim rolled his eyes, both in pleasure and at the comment Sherlock just gave.
"Yes, you are." He whispered, his voice raw from the teasing he'd been experiencing.

"Sherlock" he said half laughing, half serious. "I'm not an exhibition" He nudged his hips into Sherlock's touch. He found it rather awkward being observed like that. But seeing who it was coming from, it was cute at the same time.

"I know you aren't. You are mine only," he said, fingers curling around the other's hips, kneading the warm soft flesh. He loved the way Jim felt under his hands, so warm, so alive, so real.

"It's interesting," he muttered and licked a line from the head down to the base of Jim's shaft, then he blowed on it quickly.
"Peculiar taste," he concluded, and smirked up at him.

"That's not what I meant" he murmured between his heavy breathing. This was the first time someone ever took their time with him. Usually his sex experiences were rough but good. He couldn't made his mind up over this just yet.

Sherlock was just teasing him now! He had to gather all his will power to keep himself from begging. Begging sherlock would relief him of this throbbing erection he'd managed to grow on such a short period of time.
He squirmed under Sherlock's touches, moaning soft as he hit a sensitive spot somewhere on his lower body. "The taste isn't that bad, is it?" He didn't really knew what to do, making conversation in this situation was rather awkward, but so was just lustfully hanging on the bed.

"Mm, not bad... but it's not good either," he commented, and long fingers took the other's erection, lifting it a bit so he could look at it from all sides before he swiped his tongue over the head as well.

He frowned. "Peculiar," he said again, and then wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking fiercely as if with a sweet lollipop, while fingertips slid up and down the base.

He groaned and bucked his hips as Sherlock's tongue flicked around the head of his penis. "God..." his raw voice moaned out. This was driving him insane.

Once sherlock started sucking and jerking him off like that he couldn't keep his breathing or moaning under control. There was /no/ way this was sherlock's first blow job!

Eagerly but gently at the same time he thrusts along with sherlock's movements. Everytime sherlock's tongue accidentally ran over his most sensitive part he moaned. Every jerk was sending bolts of lightning through his spine.

Sherlock pulled away with a pop, checking Jim's reaction and smiling mischevously. "Interesting," he commented, and fondled his balls thoughtfully, letting Jim calm down for a second.

"Let's try another technique," he thought out loud, and this time his lips were looser, he took in all he could of Jim's erection in one go. He mumbled softly around it, and then started to move his head up and down, effectively having Jim fuck his mouth.

Jim took the moment to calm down his heart and breathing. Sherlock sure knew how to spoil him. "You're amazing" he managed to compliment the detective before he gasped for air again.

He rocked his hips up and down the same time as sherlock's head did. Helplessly and needy he hung tangled to the bed as he had to bite down his own lip to muffle his moans.

Sherlock decided he really liked the compliments, so much he decided to focus even more. He tried to remember what it was that could make this even better.

"Ah," he moaned around the other's arousal, and then continued suck, while one hand was moving down and touching Jim's balls. Then they went further, soon finding themselves circling Jim's opening, poking at it with a bit of weariness.
Sherlock remembered how good it had felt on him, just a few hours before, and he tried to mimick Jim's movements, soon pushing his finger in.



((Gotta head to bed >_< ))

Jim closed his eyes and let his head fell back. Waves of pleasure were washing over him and his moans were louder than ever.

He felt sherlock's hand trail down his lower parts and knew exactly where it was heading towards. With a groan he arched his back as sherlock's tall finger slipped inside. His body tensed up slightly, but soon he managed to relax and enjoy the feeling again.

"Sherlock.. You're making me cum." He moaned as he felt an orgasm starting to build up. He didn't want this to end yet. He wanted this to last forever.

(( Same here so, continue tomorrow!! Night night! Xx ))

Sherlock smiled at the words, and pulled away just a bit, licking Jim's erection as if it was ice-cream while he answered him. "I think that's the purpose, isn't it?" he said, and sucked the warm flech into his mouth again.

He relaxed his mouth as much as he could and resumed the movements of his head, trying not to choke, while his finger thrust in and out of Jim. He needed him to come soon, this was rather tiring, he thought at some point.

Jim moaned louder, wriggling on the bed. He felt all the heat and blood in his body float to the point between his legs.
Instinctively he thrusted his length into Sherlock mouth as he felt himself orgasm.

His body was tingling, hips bucked and back arched, lifting off the mattress. Waves of pleasure hit him and he was biting down his lower lip to muffle his moans, nails gripped into the fabric that kept him tied up.

Once he finished he collapsed back onto the bed, panting with eyes closer.

Sherlock pulled back abruptly when he felt something spill in his throat, he coughed a bit, and then stared fascinated as Jim came over his chest.

"Interesting," he said, running his fingers through it.
It looked fairly unsanitary though, so he reached out for the tissue box and started cleaning him.
He grinned once he was all done, feeling thoroughly smug.

Jim looked rather dashing tied up, disheveled and sated.
He almost wanted to do everything all over from the start.

Jim couldn't do more then helplessly whimper, being tied up. He was still panting but tried to recuperate as fast as he could.
"That... You.. are heavenly." He complimented Sherlock once more.

"Are you going to keep me like this?" He looked down his own body, finding Sherlock at the end of it. He gave him a sweet smile, eyes still flickering with joy.

Sherlock looked at him surprised: "So I was evil before, and now I am heavenly?" he teased, and leaned over him, fingers moving quickly to undo the ties.

"You look lovely while tied up," he pointed out, leaving a kiss on top of his head. He was rather sure he needed to brush his teeth, the sexual scent and taste was too strong. "And also while being so happy... we should keep you that way," he added softly.

"You're a mixture of both." He joked back, once free he cupped Sherlock's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. As a sort of thank you for his wonderful services.

Jim felt his cheeks flush red as Sherlock spoke the next words. Lovely? Happy? That didn't sound anything like Jim Moriarty at all. But he didn't mind, he loved to hear the compliments Sherlock gave him. "Thanks." He murmured.

"I'll do my best to stay this way." His eyes now locked with Sherlock's, faces still close. "Now what are we going to do about this?" He asked, hands reaching to Sherlock's own arousal, gripping around it.

The passionate kiss rid Sherlock of his arrogance, his nerves tingling in need, and there was a soft moan leaving his lips when Jim's hand travelled around his arousal.

"I forgot about that," he muttered, and looked back at the other man a bit shyly. "Is it always that bothering?" he asked, wondering if he was always going to need release from now on, he wasn't used to all these new feelings. "Can't I just ignore it?"

Jim let his hand do his work soft and tender.
"You could ignore it." He said, while going a bit faster now.
"But it'll only get worse...and worse.... and worse." He ended up whispering into Sherlock's ear.

"There's many ways to relief it from it tensions, though which one you'd like to use if up to you, of course." Jim released his hand and kisses Sherlock quickly on the cheek. "But ignoring it takes skills."

Sherlock felt his muscles melt for a moment under Jim's ministration, he was so bloody aroused, and the other's voice seemed to be enough to drive him mad. He clearly had a lot of power on him, which was quite annoying to begin with.

"What?" he whimpered when Jim pulled his hand away. "Jim... don't..." he looked at him rather offended. "Don't stop now," he protested.

"Eager detective Sherlock Holmes. The name does suit you." He said teasingly, but he kept his body from pleasing Sherlock.

He teased Sherlock some more by placing kisses all over his face, neck, chest. Sucking and nipping where possible.