There's Nothing Wrong with me

The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street. (Independent RP blog for BBC Sherlock. This Sherlock is autistic!Sherlock, and that's really the only mainstay of his character. I currently have only one RP going, but am certainly open to more. Mun and Muse are both over 18, and if you want to RP smut with me, I WILL ASK.)

[heterophobicpoe-archive-deactiv]

john boyega pls never retire bitch

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim chuckled, the noise vibrating against Sherlock’s throat, which he couldn’t seem to leave alone. His lips parted again, only this time he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into Sherlock’s neck for a moment.

Meanwhile, Jim’s hands slid down to grip Sherlock’s hips tightly, before sliding around to his arse. God, he’d been waiting to grab it for so long. Jim growled in approval, grinding his erection into Sherlock’s thigh.

Apparently conversation was to go by the wayside for the time being.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock gasped at the feeling of teeth against his neck. Truly, that should not be as hot as it was. He knew how many germs resided in the human mouth, but he couldn’t quite be arsed to care when it felt that damn good.

Jim’s hands found his arse and he let out a long, loud groan, hoping that this place was as private as it seemed. “God,” he moaned. “God, your mouth.” He rolled his hips as he felt Jim’s hard cock press against his thigh.

[jimthewebspinner]

Fuck, the noises Sherlock made left Jim achingly hard. And with his mouth on Sherlock’s neck, he couldn’t resist the temptation to bite down harder, deliberately sucking a vivid mark into Sherlock’s neck. Something to remember him by later.

Of course, if they kept going like this too much longer, they’d both come embarrassingly soon. With reluctance, Jim pulled back slightly. At least this allowed him to admire his handiwork.

“Lovely…”

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock couldn't help the moan that escaped as Jim pulled away. But he couldn't help but be aroused by the lilting melody of Jim's voice as his eyes roamed over Sherlock's skin. He was impatient. He wanted to see everything, wanted to feel Jim pressed hot and hard against him. Just the thought sent shivers down his spine and his breath came in short pants.

"Want you. Have me."

[yourdearestwatson]

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock’s grin lit up his face, not unlike the stars lit up the sky that night. He nodded, swallowing the emotion that was threatening to well up in his chest. “Yes, John. Of course you can.”

[yourdearestwatson]

John moved his hand from Sherlocks neck to the curls behind his head, leaning in ever so slightly in case Sherlock wanted to change his mind. When no such indication was given, his lips met Sherlocks like a wave hits a bed of rocks.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock groaned hungrily into John's mouth. As much as he tried to deepen the kiss, John held him off just slightly. Instead, the kiss became soft and sensual and needy in a whole different way. "Oh," he gasped into John's mouth. "John."

[yourdearestwatson]

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock's grin lit up his face, not unlike the stars lit up the sky that night. He nodded, swallowing the emotion that was threatening to well up in his chest. "Yes, John. Of course you can."

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim chuckled, the noise vibrating against Sherlock’s throat, which he couldn’t seem to leave alone. His lips parted again, only this time he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth into Sherlock’s neck for a moment.

Meanwhile, Jim’s hands slid down to grip Sherlock’s hips tightly, before sliding around to his arse. God, he’d been waiting to grab it for so long. Jim growled in approval, grinding his erection into Sherlock’s thigh.

Apparently conversation was to go by the wayside for the time being.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock gasped at the feeling of teeth against his neck. Truly, that should not be as hot as it was. He knew how many germs resided in the human mouth, but he couldn't quite be arsed to care when it felt that damn good.

Jim's hands found his arse and he let out a long, loud groan, hoping that this place was as private as it seemed. "God," he moaned. "God, your mouth." He rolled his hips as he felt Jim's hard cock press against his thigh.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isn’t as though he hadn’t met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.

The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim jerked to a halt the instant he became aware of Sherlock’s presence. His own heart was racing, eyes dark, sweat dotting his brow. For once, drugs weren’t to blame.

A split second later, Jim was darting for the door, snake-like in his strike. Mercifully, he was able to confirm his intended quarry was indeed the caller. One second more to smooth back his hair carefully, and Jim nonchalantly opened the door.

“If it isn’t my favourite detective…” Jim’s voice dipped into a low purr, both menacing and arousing in tone.

[sherlocksavant]

For a moment, Sherlock doubted himself. He had to take a moment to clear his throat as he was once again face to face with Jim Moriarty.

His heart pounding, he practically melted at the smooth, sultry tone of Jim’s voice, and he knew that his own voice would not carry the same seductive timbre. His knees were already weak as he stepped forward.

“I’m not the only one, I’m sure. Your repertoire must be varied indeed. ”

[jimthewebspinner]

A smirk crept onto Jim’s lips. He was practically visibly preening even as he smoothly closed and locked the door behind Sherlock.

“Perhaps,” Jim drawled. “But I never kiss and tell.” That wasn’t always entirely true, but no sense saying anything to turn Sherlock off just yet.

“I hope you like it. I set everything up just for you…” Already, shameless, Jim was moving in to press his body to Sherlock’s. His arousal was only too easy to see and feel.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock stiffened as Jim pressed up against him. He let our a soft gasp, knowing he’d likely given up the game already. It didn’t matter, though, because it seemed that Jim already knew what he liked. Danger. Sexual prowess. Dominance.

“Have you?” He asked softly, his voice gruff with arousal. He was already getting hard, and they hadn’t done anything but tease one another.

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim was enjoying himself already, and they’d hardly even gotten started. Though he was quite a bit shorter than Sherlock, it wasn’t terribly difficult for him to press his favourite detective back against the wall and nuzzle into his neck. Jim’s lips brushed against bare skin as he answered.

“Of course. Would you expect anything less from me?” God, Jim was already on his way to rock hard. He was almost dizzy with how quickly the blood rushed to his groin.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock felt Jim's response against his throat before the words themselves registered in his brain. He was fairly certain most of his blood had rushed south and he was becoming less and less capable of higher brain functioning. He let out a quiet groan as Jim's voice rumbled against his neck.

He found himself running fingers through Jim's surprisingly soft hair as he rolled his hips. "God," he groaned. "Of course you'd put thought into a seduction."

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isn’t as though he hadn’t met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.

The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim jerked to a halt the instant he became aware of Sherlock’s presence. His own heart was racing, eyes dark, sweat dotting his brow. For once, drugs weren’t to blame.

A split second later, Jim was darting for the door, snake-like in his strike. Mercifully, he was able to confirm his intended quarry was indeed the caller. One second more to smooth back his hair carefully, and Jim nonchalantly opened the door.

“If it isn’t my favourite detective…” Jim’s voice dipped into a low purr, both menacing and arousing in tone.

[sherlocksavant]

For a moment, Sherlock doubted himself. He had to take a moment to clear his throat as he was once again face to face with Jim Moriarty.

His heart pounding, he practically melted at the smooth, sultry tone of Jim’s voice, and he knew that his own voice would not carry the same seductive timbre. His knees were already weak as he stepped forward.

“I’m not the only one, I’m sure. Your repertoire must be varied indeed. ”

[jimthewebspinner]

A smirk crept onto Jim’s lips. He was practically visibly preening even as he smoothly closed and locked the door behind Sherlock.

“Perhaps,” Jim drawled. “But I never kiss and tell.” That wasn’t always entirely true, but no sense saying anything to turn Sherlock off just yet.

“I hope you like it. I set everything up just for you…” Already, shameless, Jim was moving in to press his body to Sherlock’s. His arousal was only too easy to see and feel.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock stiffened as Jim pressed up against him. He let our a soft gasp, knowing he'd likely given up the game already. It didn't matter, though, because it seemed that Jim already knew what he liked. Danger. Sexual prowess. Dominance.

"Have you?" He asked softly, his voice gruff with arousal. He was already getting hard, and they hadn't done anything but tease one another.

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isn’t as though he hadn’t met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.

The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.

[jimthewebspinner]

Jim jerked to a halt the instant he became aware of Sherlock’s presence. His own heart was racing, eyes dark, sweat dotting his brow. For once, drugs weren’t to blame.

A split second later, Jim was darting for the door, snake-like in his strike. Mercifully, he was able to confirm his intended quarry was indeed the caller. One second more to smooth back his hair carefully, and Jim nonchalantly opened the door.

“If it isn’t my favourite detective…” Jim’s voice dipped into a low purr, both menacing and arousing in tone.

[sherlocksavant]

For a moment, Sherlock doubted himself. He had to take a moment to clear his throat as he was once again face to face with Jim Moriarty.

His heart pounding, he practically melted at the smooth, sultry tone of Jim's voice, and he knew that his own voice would not carry the same seductive timbre. His knees were already weak as he stepped forward.

"I'm not the only one, I'm sure. Your repertoire must be varied indeed. "

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock tried to not give away his anxious feelings about this encounter. It isn't as though he hadn't met with strange men in hotel rooms and back alleys before. But, he conceded to himself, none of those were quite as dangerous as Jim Moriarty.

The lift opened and he walked down the hallway with its lush carpeting and slightly over the top lighting fixtures. He reached the door number that Jim had texted him and he knocked three times, his heart pounding hard and palms damp.

[jimmriarty]

sheriarty + text [4/?]

[sherlocksavant]

Sherlock paced back and forth in front of the clearly very posh hotel. He was almost overwhelmed by its enormity, but even more than that, he was overwhelmed by the decision he was making, what he was choosing here. To be completely honest, he was a little bit afraid of what might await him inside. He checked his phone once more to be sure that he had the address and room number certain in his head. He pressed the pads of his fingers to his lips as he opened the door and entered the lift.

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Temporarily. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Right. Murder is just a temporary flaw in your plan. - SH [SMS] What is your plan? To tease? To seduce me? To fuck me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] I hardly consider it a flaw. -JMx

[SMS] My, aren’t we eager to get straight to the point? -JMx

[SMS] My plan is to have you in any and every conceivable way, my darling detective. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] It is a flaw, but that is perhaps a discussion for another day. - SH [SMS] There isn’t anything straight about this point. - SH [SMS] And what if I say yes? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] You’re precious. -JMx

[SMS] Then I text you the address for a very nice hotel, and we spend some time getting to know each other a bit more intimately. -JMx

[SMS] Without Doctor Watson’s interference. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] I'm interested. - SH [SMS] What would John have to do with any of this? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Temporarily. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Right. Murder is just a temporary flaw in your plan. - SH [SMS] What is your plan? To tease? To seduce me? To fuck me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] I hardly consider it a flaw. -JMx

[SMS] My, aren’t we eager to get straight to the point? -JMx

[SMS] My plan is to have you in any and every conceivable way, my darling detective. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] It is a flaw, but that is perhaps a discussion for another day. - SH [SMS] There isn't anything straight about this point. - SH [SMS] And what if I say yes? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Temporarily. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Right. Murder is just a temporary flaw in your plan. - SH [SMS] What is your plan? To tease? To seduce me? To fuck me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

@sherlocksavant

[SMS] I don’t think I appreciate being ignored, pet. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Busy. - SH [SMS] Surely your self confidence is not so low that you require an ego boost from the likes of me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Hardly. -JMx [SMS] But Sebastian is off on a little murder spree, and I’m bored. And you’ve been ignoring my little presents. -JMx [SMS] It’s not because of that doctor of yours, is it? -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Ignoring, no. - SH [SMS] He’s not “my” doctor. - SH …..

[SMS] You know, the only creatures that have left me such ridiculous and intriguing presents have been cats. - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Are you actually comparing me to a cat, Sherlock? -JMx [SMS] Don’t be absurd. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] I do believe it’s an apt comparison, given the dead bodies. - SH [SMS] What an interesting way to get my attention. - SH [SMS] Now, what is it you really want? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS; Delayed] You, of course. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Why? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Because you’re interesting. Because you’re like me. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] We share some similarities, yes. However, I don't know if you've noticed that we do seem to be rather on opposite sides of the law. - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

@sherlocksavant

[SMS] I don’t think I appreciate being ignored, pet. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Busy. - SH [SMS] Surely your self confidence is not so low that you require an ego boost from the likes of me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Hardly. -JMx [SMS] But Sebastian is off on a little murder spree, and I’m bored. And you’ve been ignoring my little presents. -JMx [SMS] It’s not because of that doctor of yours, is it? -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Ignoring, no. - SH [SMS] He’s not “my” doctor. - SH …..

[SMS] You know, the only creatures that have left me such ridiculous and intriguing presents have been cats. - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Are you actually comparing me to a cat, Sherlock? -JMx [SMS] Don’t be absurd. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] I do believe it’s an apt comparison, given the dead bodies. - SH [SMS] What an interesting way to get my attention. - SH [SMS] Now, what is it you really want? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS; Delayed] You, of course. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Why? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

@sherlocksavant

[SMS] I don’t think I appreciate being ignored, pet. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Busy. - SH [SMS] Surely your self confidence is not so low that you require an ego boost from the likes of me? - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Hardly. -JMx [SMS] But Sebastian is off on a little murder spree, and I’m bored. And you’ve been ignoring my little presents. -JMx [SMS] It’s not because of that doctor of yours, is it? -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] Ignoring, no. - SH [SMS] He’s not “my” doctor. - SH …..

[SMS] You know, the only creatures that have left me such ridiculous and intriguing presents have been cats. - SH

[jimthewebspinner]

[SMS] Are you actually comparing me to a cat, Sherlock? -JMx [SMS] Don’t be absurd. -JMx

[sherlocksavant]

[SMS] I do believe it's an apt comparison, given the dead bodies. - SH [SMS] What an interesting way to get my attention. - SH [SMS] Now, what is it you really want? - SH