Back from hell.

His whole body squirmed on the mattress, Sherlock got lost in a stream of feelings and experiences that never occurred to him before. Every bob of Jim's head made him breath audible. His hands both tugging and running through the short dark hair, just desperately to touch anything.

Sherlock could feel Jim having difficulties trying to not completely lose himself. It were little things, twitches, hesitations and such. As he could feel cold air brushing by, he realised Jim had pulled away. He whimpered, his needs higher then ever. However he immediately responded to Jim's request, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them.

Completely naked he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning over Jim's beautifully formed body. "Jim, I envy you. I envy the way you're controlling yourself, even when you don't need to do that." He spoke with a raw voice.

Jim met Sherlock's eyes and the mask he had so carefully worn fell away. He'd already shown him so much, why not show him everything? Reaching a hand up, Jim lightly traced a finger up Sherlock's chest, stopping at his collarbone. He kept his eyes on Sherlock as he took a deep breath and continued slowly up the man's neck.

"I do," Jim murmured. "I need to. You have no idea what I want to do to you right now." A small smile appeared in the corner of his lips. "And I'm not just talking about killing you, my dear."

Unable to hold back any longer, Jim's expression turned feral and he pushed Sherlock back onto the bed. Slowly, he crawled on top of him, his lips worshiping every bit of skin he could until he made his way to the man's lips. Jim gave him a brief kiss before he pulled away, a grin on his lips.

"I don't suppose you have any...," he trailed off and shook his head. "Nevermind." Jim raised a finger to Sherlock's lips. "Suck," he said softly.

Sherlock's eyes followed Jim finger as it traced its way up. His breath was still slightly faster and he swallowed hard when it stopped at his neck. The feeling Sherlock had right now, was different to anything he'd ever felt before. He couldn't even explain it.

As Jim started to speak, his eyes fluttered up, looking into the dark ones of Jim. For the first time, Sherlock felt as if he was granted access to Jim's thoughts. The deepest and darkest of corners of his mind, his soul. "What else?" He asked, his voice deeper then ever. "And why aren't you doing them to me?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed. "You want to torture me? Hurt me? What's holding you back?" Probably he was asking too much from Jim now, but at least he could try.

A questionable look wrinkled his face when Jim didn't finish his question. He didn't have any what? Experience? But Jim already knew so. Equipment? Like, condoms, perhaps? Sherlock shook his head, no, no of course he hadn't. Then a finger and Jim's command which Sherlock blindly obeyed to. His lips parted and his head moved forwards, taking in the finger. Gently Sherlock let his tongue flick around it a few times. He then pulled back.
"Jim.. What's the point of.. this?" He asked, confused.