Sherlock Holmes •RP•

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After they both finish Sherlock lays with James in his arms, fingers trailing over his warm skin as he presses lazy kisses to the nape of his neck. "I love you," he murmurs.

Sherlock takes his hand and presses a kiss to the knuckles. "I'll be back soon.:

He showers, dresses, then returns by the bed to tuck John in properly and press a kiss to his head.

"It is refreshing to get away. I enjoy the cold against my skin."

A small smile flashes across the man's face before he lets go to tug on his worn jacket and slip into his shoes. He is ready to move, to get out of that place and be with someone who makes him feel wanted.

"We can replenish with more hot water if you'd like," Sherlock suggests, giving Jihn a squeeze against himself.

Sherlock nuzzles his way into John's embrace a bit further before letting his eyes slip closed. There was no rush between them, no need to break from this.

Sherlock mouthed along Jim's neck, nipping at his pulse point wanting to leave a reminder of their time.

Sherock wakes to his alarm, moving and getting out of the bed.

Sherlock chuckles and looks forward again, "I've been told."

"Now?" He asks, unaware of Greg's mnor turmoil.

"I wouldn't do this if it were not comfortable for me," Sherlock tells him as he presses a soft kiss to his skin.

Sherlock gives John a gentle squeeze as he yawns. "You haven't been very keen on getting up. We can wait."

Sherlock took his time exploring the body now more familiar than his own, following every curve as his hands tugged James closer. There is nothing rushed when he enters his husband, slow kisses and gentle caresses given freely.

"I can make that happen," Sherlock answers as his thumbs hook into Jim's waistband. Clothes are stripped and the hot touches continue. The breakfast James got them forgotten.

Sherlock pulled away a fraction to slide his hands under Jim's shirt, pushing it up his chest to continue his bites.

Sherlock hummed in response as he went to work. Leaving small bites and marks along the exposed skin of Jim's neck.

"I may just have to help myself then." Sherlock pauses the small talk to work a mark onto Jim's neck, eyes closed as he focused on Jim's touch.

Taking the invitation, he trailed his kisses along Jim's skin. "Anything good?" He asked, voice soft as he makes no effort to move away from his husband.