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

Sherlock groaned petulantly, he did not like to be teased, even though his arousal didn't seem to agree. "Just... do something," he protested, taking Jim's wrist and pulling him towards his crotch.

"I need it," he said in a shaky breath, looking into Jim's eyes.

"Let's do something... different." He said, pushing Sherlock onto his back and crawling on top of him. "Hands to get so boring after a while, doesn't they?" He insisted while brushing his fingertips over Sherlock's chest.

"Fuck me." He said speaking clear, keeping his eyes fixed on Sherlock's face to see his reaction.

Sherlock wanted to protest that Jim's hands were bloody amazing and he shouldn't offend them, but the rest of the words made him lose his breath completely.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, his arousal throbbing almost painfully. "M-me?" he would have never expected Jim to suggest something like that, he couldn't believe it.

"You see anyone else in this room?" He joked. "Yes, you." he smiled gently lowering himself onto Sherlock's chest.

Kissing his lips and cheek, finding his way to his ear "Please?" He begged while groaning.

Sherlock swallowed hard once again, his eyes restless as they moved on the other's body. Jim was stark naked and God, Sherlock was so hard, he would do anything at the moment.

"I have no idea... how... you've got to help me," he said, his hands shaking as they cupped the other's hips. "I want it, yes, I want you," he moaned, nibbling Jim's jaw.


((I have no idea how we manage to write smut scenes that never end XD we are very talented XD )

"Relax." He whispered. "I'm on top of you, I could do the work for you, this time. Or you could top, but then you'll have to work again" He explained while he climbed off Sherlock, walking over to his bag. "Put his on." He threw a small package towards Sherlock. "Strawberry, my favorite." He joked as he saw Sherlock's serious expression. Trying to light up some tension.

He noticed Sherlock hesitating, quickly grabbed the lube and walked back over. "Let me do this." He suggested as he already took back the condom. Quickly he unwrapped it and moved over to Sherlock. In one smooth motion he rolled it on. "Not that bad. Now coat it with this." he handed over the lube.

(( And I know right! hahaha everything we write turns into smut... If you mind please tell me, I wouldn't be offended or anything ))

Sherlock looked at the condom, he couldn't help the soft smile when he realized it was really strawberry-scented.

He groaned when Jim rolled it on him, his penis felt strange coated with that plastic and he poked it curiously for a moment.
Rational thoughts flew out the window as he saw Jim, still gloriously naked and gorgeous, move closer to him and handing him a bottle of what he assumed would be lubrificant.

It was really happening, he realized, he was going to have sex, he was going to fuck Jim Moriarty.
God, he wanted this to be good, he thought as he coated his erection with the gooey liquid.



((Of course I don't mind! XDD I had no idea I was so good at instigating people's characters into smutty situations XD I enjoy it~ the best part for me is drama, but drama with fluff and sex is the best <3 what do you think instead? Do you mind?))

Jim watched Sherlock closely. He always seemed so fascinated by things jim classified as plain normal. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Sherlock put on the lube he handed to him.

"So now, what will it be? Are you going to top, or shall I?" His voice edged playfully as his hands searched for the other's body. He couldn't not stand a few minutes without touching him at this point.

(( Honestly I don't mind at all... And the drama really is a bonus to this. Gotta LOVE drama! ))

Sherlock thought about it, weighting the pro and cons, he kind of wanted to try both, but he knew that there would be time for that. He hoped there would be time for that.

"You top this time... I want to see... you... riding me..." he admitted, biting on his lower lip, the mental images were enough to make him even harder than before.


((Good to know we are on the same wavelength~~ <3))

Jim smirked and kissed Sherlock's lips, pushing him back on the bed and crawling on top of him once more. His lips caressing the detective's lips, face and neck before his hands slid down.

Once he felt his hand reaching Sherlock arousal, he positioned himself. He kept his eyes locked on Sherlock as he pushed himself down on the erection. Jim hissed slightly and clenched his jaws as he was being entered but soon leaned forward so he could lean on his hands. He pushed himself back, making Sherlock go in over deeper.

Sherlock was looking at Jim's movements with wide eyes, unsure about what to do. It seemed there was no need for him to do anything though, so he just stood still.

It was with a moan of wonder that he welcomed the feeling of penetrating Jim, his insides were tight and warm and he couldn't believe just how good it felt.

"My God," he exclaimed, his eyes rolling.
Okay, now he really knew why people wanted to have sex all the time.
It was heaven, it was pure plesure, and Jim looked so beautiful, God.

Sherlock's words were only making him feel more eager and he started to drop down on Sherlock's lap a little faster. He closed his eyes and enjoyed every shiver of pleasure this send through his body.

After a few minutes he found himself thrusting down fast and with a lot of power. Nearly making Sherlock go all the way out, before taking him all the way in again. His moans were loud and once more his was panting. "My god... Sherlock..." He groaned.

Sherlock couldn't believe the pleasure he was experiencing, the way Jim's insides felt, the friction, the warmth, the lust, it was all spinning in his head and driving him crazy.

He was speechless if not for loud moans he could not control, at some point he found himself gripping Jim's hips, helping him in his movements while his own hips where crazy to push up inside him.

The sound of their skin slapping together as he watched their bodies join was only adding to his straining pleasure.

He carried on, adding more speed and force as they go along.
Every thrust making him tremble and moan embarrassingly loud.
His head fell back and his eyes rolled around.
Pure pleasure taking over his body.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He was having sex with Sherlock Holmes.
He was having /good/ sex with Sherlock Holmes.
And he was enjoying, loving, cherishing every moment of it.

Sherlock moaned loudly when Jim increased the pace, his hands now travelling over the other's thighs, touching everything they could touch, searching for warmth.

They stopped on Jim's erection, caressing it like he had learned from the other man, even though he was rather uncoordinated.
His whole body was starting to shake and he knew he was going to come soon, it all went blurry around him and all he could think was the pleasure that took hold of him.


((I think I need bed soon >< night~))

Jim was gasping and moaning as sherlock started to touch him. He hadn't even noticed he had gone rock hard himself again.
No wonder though, considering the ongoing circumstances.


Jim felt sherlock starting to orgasm underneath him, with a few strong smashes down he allowed him to experience it completely. He held still on top of sherlock.

((Okay! Goodnight love!))

Sherlock's back arched off the mattress when the full wave of his orgasm hit him, his head rolled back and he moaned louder than ever.
It felt like his soul had ripped open and absorbed all the pleasure, to then close again and leave him relaxed, satisfied, sated.

He collapsed back on the bed, disheveled and exhausted, only then realizing he hadn't finished Jim off. "Sorry," he mumbled, completely dazed.

Jim climbed off Sherlock and fell next to him on the bed. "Don't worry about it." He was exhausted and panting once more. Resting on his back he closed his eyes, trying to keep up with his heavy breathing.

After a few seconds he rolled his head to face Sherlock. A satisfied smile occurred on his face and he reached out his hand to run over his cheek. "You're beautiful." Jim whispered.

((Hey, remember when you said something about visiting Jim's cell over there and sebastian happened to be around? Perhaps we could still do that? Drama much! it's only an idea because I have no idea what to do now really... ))

Sherlock's eyes followed Jim as he moved, his mind taking its time restarting properly. One thought came though, and it robbed him of his breath.

He must really love me if he thinks I am beautiful now...

He must really love me if he's not bothered by the fact he didn't come...

He swallowed hard, overwhelmed. "It was my first time..." He whispered, hesitant. "I had no idea it could be this... mind-blowing."




((yes yes, that'd be cool we can mention a couple of weeks passed and then they visit the cell, it could be in another country as well, should we ask the Sebastian in the forum? ))

Jim laughed softly. "I know it was. It'll get even better." He assured Sherlock.

"Do you want to go for dinner in a moment?" He realized it was nearly that time of day and since he'd been doing some seriously efforts, he figured he might get hungry very soon.

(( Yes. We could. But he needs the full story and we'll have to wait and such.. So perhaps we could move him about ourselves? )

"Even better? You must be kidding me," he commented, he couldn't believe the feelings that were only now fading to the back of his head. He doubted he'd ever forget this.

"Mm... I think I will need food soon, yes," he muttered, turning slightly towards Jim and nuzzled his shoulder.


((Yes, I know what you mean, we are rather fast so it's not easy to adapt to waiting for other people >> so yeah, okay, we can do it ourselves... sorry for posting with John's account before, I was on my phone and I logged in and out, but apparently it didn't understand))

"How about we grab a dinner in town?" He suggested, quickly kissing Sherlock's cheek.

"I've been here all this time and haven't seen any of it."


((Hahah no problem. Shall we skip time soon?))

"Never took you for the touristy type," he muttered, leaning to the side to meet the other's lips instead of his cheek, he didn't think he could ever get tired of kissing.
It felt just so good.

"Okay, yes, let's go into town..."



((Yes yes, we should move to it~~ we could maybe imply that they had sex again, with Sherlock topping, but never the opposite? It can be a bit simbolic of the fact Sherlock hasn't surrendered to Jim completely yet.))

As they went in to town Sherlock sort of Show James around and he enjoyed every part if it.
Another 10 days had passed and nothing bad had happened.
Sherlock and James grew closer with every day they spend. Even the sex got better every time, though James had never been inside of Sherlock, but he'd get his chance eventually.
The detective's heart was finally starting to open up, noticeable in the little things he did, certain words he says. John seemed to be forgotten or at least not mentioned anymore and so was Sebastian.

That evening James sat down on the bad, staring into oblivious really. After a few moment he started to talk "Sherlock... I'm afraid I can't stay much longer." He said serious. On his phone a message had arrived, his Canadian cell was in danger and he needed to be there. He needed to meet some people to fix things. He had to leave as soon as possible, even if he didn't want to, he had.