bless the hotel

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

They wake up again.

It's different this time. Rather than face to face, Jim's back is to Sherlock's chest, and Sherlock's arm is folded over him protectively. Suits gone, both in rumpled men's pajamas.

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[napoleonofcrime]

He rolls his eyes.

"Noooooo. Tell me what to do."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"For right now?"

Challenging. The discussion is part of it.

"If you're aiming to arouse me without taking me, what would it take? I'll have to consider that."

[napoleonofcrime]

"I can participate sexually."

He rolls over on his stomach, frowning.

"I'm not an invalid. Stop thinking, you're making this too complicated."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Thought arouses me, idiot."

Stretching out.

"So would your dispassion. Listen to what I'm saying, I'm not hypothesizing, I'm fantasizing."

[napoleonofcrime]

He rolls his eyes.

"Fine, fine. We'll talk it out."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"There were going to be instructions."

Informing him.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Were there?"

He turns his head upward to face him.

"Enlighten me."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"I would enjoy it if you continued to watch."

Breathing softly.

"And-"

[napoleonofcrime]

"And?"

He pulls back a little, sitting up.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"If you restrained my arms."

Watching him, with bright eyes.

"Shackled a leg to the bed and then used a toy-"

[napoleonofcrime]

"And then pulled back and watched you squirm?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"But interfering occasionally. Rolling me over once I seem to get comfortable and driving it into me, right to the point of almost- then letting me settle down again."

Eyes closing.

"Attaching a clamp, twisting it off."

[napoleonofcrime]

"Just to surprise you, to pull you closer to the edge."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Mmhm. Clinical, but eventually exciteable."

[napoleonofcrime]

"You think so?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"You like control."

Reminding him.

"I want you to do things to me that almost hurt."

[napoleonofcrime]

"True."

He leans forward and kisses him quietly.

"I'd hurt you all the way if you wanted."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Yes, but only once I'm right on the edge, when the arousal is there to buffer it."

Returning the kiss, slowly.

"I want you to be obscene with me."

[napoleonofcrime]

"What, you mean like tie you up in a room full of people?"

He laughs.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Whatever you want. I'd hate that."

And like hating it.

[napoleonofcrime]

"I know."

His fingers slide down to Sherlock's hips, tracing little shapes in his skin.

"Maybe I'd take a leaf from The Woman, take you out on a leash and make you sit at my feet."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"In a crowd?"

The conversation alone has him half hard.

"Tell me-"

[napoleonofcrime]

"Out to a five star restaurant."

He purrs gently.

"Put you next to my chair and make you sit and stay with a tug of your collar. I'd eat my thousand dollar meal- and as an afterthought, let you lick the crumbs from my fingers."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Make it a choke chain and I'd lick you anywhere."

Letting out a soft breath.

"And a remote control in your pocket-"

[napoleonofcrime]

"Might hurt you."

He grins at the idea.

"But you'd like it, wouldn't you?"