possessive abuse sherlock x moriarty

Smut p1

SMUT WARNING

Sherlock took Jim home and kissed him deeply. 

"You owe me" He spoke and Jim kissed him. He pulled him onto the couch. They stopped kissing for a bit.

"Why did you want to bring me home with you, Sherlock?" Jim asked with a slight purr in his voice. Sherlock's face flushed red. He looked away from the older male. 

"I wanted to... I wanted to lose my-"

"Your virginity to me?" Jim asked and turned his face to look at him. "I can do that for you." He pinned him to the couch and started to kiss him while unbuttoning his white shirt. He turned his kisses to Sherlock's neck and then down his chest when he finally got it open.

Sherlock started on Jim's clothing and then there was a bunch of clothing spread across the floor.

Jim rubbed Sherlock and they sloppily kissed each other.

"What if John comes in?" Sherlock asked, "I don't want him to see me naked without my sheet."

"True, your body is mine and mine alone to look at." He picked Sherlock's naked form up and over his shoulder. It was easy, Sherlock was so light from how little he actually eats.

He took him into his bedroom and laid him on the bed kissing him. Sherlock kissed back. There was no way Jim was ever going to let Sherlock be dominant. 

"Are you ready?" Jim asked, after turning Sherlock onto his hands and knees.

"Yes." Sherlock spoke. Then he entered him. Sherlock bit his lip and let out a sound of pain. His hands grabbed onto his bed sheets tightly. Jim noticed the distress and didn't move until he was ready.

When Sherlock had adjusted, Jim started to slam in pretty roughly- hitting his prostate almost instantly. All that could be heard was loud moans and skin slapping against skin. Sherlock's body shook enjoying this.

Then John walked into the flat.

"Sherlock!" He called out, knowing that he had gone to collect Jim from the prison but he hadn't come back to the hospital.

"What if he catches us?" Sherlock asked in a whisper.

"He knows we are doing this, our clothing is all over the flat." Jim responded. 

John looked around looking at all the clothing, then he got angry and rushed to Sherlock's room. He banged on the door.

"S***!" Jim said quietly as John pounded on it.