He stretched out and felt something...off. Sherlock noticed the bed he was residing in was absent of his partner. For a moment he nearly thought that the entire night hadn't happened at all. That was until he realized that yes, this was the bedroom in the Crowne Royal and yes, that was Jims tie that was binding his wrists to the headboard. He sighed happily, finally a day worth waking up to.
"James." His voice carried out over the empty room.
Moriarty strolled out of the bathroom a minute later, thin body covered only by his briefs. He grinned maliciously at Sherlock once he'd caught sight and crept upon him. His fingers slid up the detectives thighs, small kisses trailing along behind them and by the time he reached Sherlocks hips they were turning into nips. He sunk his teeth in below Holmes first rib. Gasping, his partners slender fingers slid through and, for a brief moment, tugged, on his hair.
He retreated betwixt Sherlocks porcelain thighs and propped them open. Jim divulged himself and took Holmes deep in his throat, looking seductively into his blue eyes. The detective bit down on his lip. Good morning to you too. He squeezed his legs around Moriartys waist, arching backwards as Jim flicked his tongue around his tip.
"Cum for me Holmes." He breathed, kissing down his partners length. Sherlock tossed his head back with a large groan. "Say my name darling."
In a second, the detectives entire erection was shoved down the criminals throat. "J-James." Was all that Holmes could muster before releasing down the magpies passage.
Jim dug his sharp little fingers into Sherlock before slithering his way up the brunettes pale body. "Mmm, now that was nice." He purred into Holmes ear, nipping at it.
A small smile placed itself on the consulting detectives face before he leaned in and kissed Moriarty. "It really was." He planted another kiss on Jims pert lips. "Thank you."
"What ever for?" Releasing his captive pet from his bindings, the smaller man brushed his thumb over his lovers bottom lip.
He was free to wrap himself around Jim now and he did so almost automatically. "For everything." The thumb slid between his lips. His blue eyes locked onto the darker ones, baring down upon him as he seductively nibbled and sucked on Moriarty's thumb.
Jim pulled back his fingers excitedly, cracking his knuckles in the process. "Mmm perhaps another time dear Holmes." He said, slipping from Sherlocks grip and grabbing his discarded clothing from the floor.
"You've got someone to be home for." He added wickedly, sliding on his slacks.
Sherlocks heart fell. He hadn't thought of John this entire time. Not even with guilt in his heart. His gaze was lost to the corner of the room for the better part of a minute before Jim slid himself on top again, dressed this time. "Lock up when you're finished dear." And at that, he kissed a sharp cheek bone and left.
He lay there a long time, trying to wrap his head around the entire evening. What would John do when he came home? He'd ask where Sherlock had been, what was he supposed to say. He didn't feel like going back to that life. Now, he had decided, he didn't have to.