"Afternoon." The familiar voice came from behind him, hushed, with a hint of a smile playing upon the word, smugness radiating from it. Sherlock could almost feel the grin on the back of his neck, sharp and unwanted. It made his face flush nonetheless.
He uncurled his fingers from their usual home on his knees, setting his feet on the floor. "Jim." The man behind him took a step forward, laughing quietly. "Moriarty to you, I thought you would know better by now." Sherlock's thoughts raced, taking in every bit of sensory detail he could without turning to face the smiling man he'd been fighting away from his mind. "How did you get in?"
Moriarty's smile grew. "Figure it out, Sherly-boy." He took a generous half-hop, half-skip forward, ending up directly behind Sherlock. "You always were so good at that." His smile vanished and he leaned down next to the detective's ear. "Now figure out what I want." Moriarty's breath warmed Sherlock's ear, floating over his neck and caressing his cheek lightly. Sherlock could feel his brain shutting down and he squeezed his eyes shut. He forced his words out.
"I don't know." His voice surprised him- a rarity -steady and calm, unlike how it felt, sliding through his constricted throat. "What-" This time, his voice DID catch, making Moriarty smirk with pleasure. "What do you want."
"I'll give you a hint." The Irish man reached his arm around Sherlock, using two nimble fingers to undo the top button on his shirt swiftly. "Powers of deduction, Sherlock." He grinned again. "It's not that hard..." Peeking over Sherlock's shoulder at his lap, he feigned a dramatic gasp. "I spoke too soon, didn't I?"
Sherlock gritted his teeth. "Not this again, Moriarty." "I'd like to think the first time didn't count." Moriarty smirked, placing a gentle kiss on Sherlock's jaw. "Consent is key, my dear."
Sherlock felt a chill go down his spine, ignoring it, he turned his face towards the man beside him. "What if I don't give my consent?" He spat the words, bringing his eyes up to meet Moriarty's. Moriarty wet his lips, sliding his tongue over them one at a time, knowingly tantalizing Sherlock. "I'm good for a second freebie." His eyes lit up when he spoke the word freebie, grinning like he had his eye on a prize. He reached down, quickly freeing two more buttons from their duties, running one slender finger down the man's pale chest. Sherlock shivered, unwillingly letting out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut. "Good boy." Moriarty murmured, using one hand to tilt Sherlock's face back, pressing their lips together.
Sherlock's immediate reaction was to move closer. Grabbing Moriarty by the collar, he pulled the smaller man over the edge of the couch and down on top of him, quickly sliding his jacket over his shoulders and tossing it across the room. "Goddammit, Jim." He kissed him fiercely, quickly loosening his tie. "Sherlock, so forceful." Moriarty was grinning now, and quickly undid the remaining buttons on Sherlock's shirt, pushing it off of his arms and dropping it, letting it fall to the floor.
"Shut up already." Sherlock growled.