moriar-tea-co:

“Come now, Sherlock. Relax a bit… Lossen up” with a force that did not match his size, the Irishman gripped the back of Sherlock’s neck and pulled his lips forward against his own. A hand reached for his collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. He raked his nails down his chest and pulled away briefly, keeping his forehead against Sherlock’s, not relenting his grip on his neck. “Tell me you aren’t curious… Go on, lie to me” he said before crushing their lips together again, Jim, working his tongue between Sherlock’s lips, forcing them apart and sliding into his mouth.

He didn’t need to ‘loosen up’ or ‘relax’.  He needed to shove Moriarty away and get the hell out.  He couldn’t like this, he shouldn’t like it, but something about the nails dragging across his chest, that talented tongue sliding into his mouth—it sent shivers through his body.  He made to stop Moriarty, attempting to push him away, but he faltered, finding himself unable.  The Irishman was deceptively strong…not that Sherlock was really fighting hard to get away.

Eventually Sherlock did managed to park with him, his lips tingling, face flushed softly.  ”I…I’m not curious…”

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dotonyourheart:

“Wonderful! And how’s the pet? Johnny boy?”

Sherlock frowned.  ”He’s not a pet.”

dotonyourheart:

notapsychopath:

dotonyourheart:

“Ouch, that hurts Sherlock.”

“I’m sure it does.  What is it that you really want?”

“Just checking up. Seeing how everyone is doing. Feeling well?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

moriar-tea-co:

“Oh, look at the poor boy… Always the virgin” Jim leaned forward and crushed their lips together, placing a hand gently against Sherlock’s face. He pulled away before taking it any further. “I’m slightly drunk and you’re more than slightly desperate… Let’s give it a try, hmm?” he moved to press his lips against Sherlock’s again and slid his hand into his hair, entwining his fingers in the man’s dark curls.

Before Sherlock could argue, before he could even get a word out, Moriarty’s lips had found his own.  He could taste the alcohol on the other man and found that slightly drunk was more than a bit appropriate. 

When they pulled apart, Sherlock was clearly quite startled, staring at Moriarty like he had never seen him before.  ”What are you—”  The rest of his words died in his throat as their lips came together again.  Finally he reacted, pulling away from the shorter man.

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dotonyourheart:

“Ouch, that hurts Sherlock.”

“I’m sure it does.  What is it that you really want?”

dotonyourheart:

notapsychopath:

dotonyourheart:

notapsychopath started following you

Holmes.

“Oh, you decided to show up and actually face me instead of hiding behind your rifle scope.  To what do I owe this honor?”

“Just saying hello. Can’t a friend just say hi?”

“You’re not my friend.”

moriar-tea-co:

Loosen you up… Get you to relax. Take a deep breath, Sherlock, I know sex alarms you, but just try to remain calm. -JM

Sex doesn’t alarm me.  And what does sex have anything to do with this? -SH

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moriar-tea-co:

As are you, my dear. Crime scene, observe, deduce, arrest. All work and no play makes Sherly a dull boy… Would you like dear Jim to fix that for you? -JM

And just how to you propose ‘fixing’ it? -SH

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dotonyourheart:

notapsychopath started following you

Holmes.

“Oh, you decided to show up and actually face me instead of hiding behind your rifle scope.  To what do I owe this honor?”