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‘Put your arms up,” Sholmes says. “Part your legs and bend your knees.” Sholmes demonstrates for him.
A bead of sweat drips down Ryunosuke’s forehead. He does as he is told. He begins to mentally prepare for what awaits him. He can see Sholmes’ glare through his arms.
They stand in the sitting room together. Their overcoats and vests have been shucked off and thrown over the couch, stripped down to their slacks and button-ups. The furniture has been moved out of the way to resemble a boxing ring. They both have boxing gloves slipped over their hands. There are pillows on the floor to make sure nobody splits their head open. The trick is that when you take your opponent down to the ground, you aim for one of the pillows. Despite the cushions, Sholmes always puts his glove behind Ryunosuke’s head. Ryunosuke does the same for him, even though it is a feat for him to take down Sholmes.
It all started when Ryunosuke half-heartedly mentioned wanting to get more active during breakfast one morning. Sholmes practically jumped out of his seat at the idea of having a partner to box with. He enthusiastically suggested the idea, and Ryunosuke accepted. Since then, in their spare time and when they are left alone in the apartment, they have made an effort to spar. Although he might not admit it, Sholmes goes quite easy on him. Ryunosuke is aware of what he is capable of.
That is why today, he musters up every ounce of strength in his body to lure out the true strength of his companion.
“Sholmes,” Ryunosuke speaks.
“Yes?” he curiously tilts his head.
“Don't go easy on me. Give it your all.”
Sholmes chuckles, mouth twisting into a devious smile. “As you wish, Mr. Naruhodo.”
Before Ryunosuke can even take a breath, Sholmes pounces on him like a hungry tiger. He swings his fist and makes direct contact with his jaw. Ryunosuke stumbles backwards slightly, catching himself from falling over. In an instant, he throws himself forward and aims for his stomach. He thrusts his arm, hoping to throw Sholmes off his balance. Sholmes is one step ahead, already strafing to avoid his attack. Sholmes throws a punch into his side, knocking the wind out of Ryunosuke. He cries out in pain, gritting his teeth. They're only a minute into this endeavor, and he's already losing.
The two of them circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Ryunosuke baits him by throwing his arm up as if he is about to swing. Sholmes ducks down, taking the bait. In that moment, Ryunosuke surges forward, throwing himself at the other man, connecting his fist to his cheek. It feels as if time is moving slowly. Sholmes is reeling from the attack. He takes the split second to uppercut his partner, throwing him off his axis. Ryunosuke slams his body into him, cradling his head, as Sholmes does for him. They fall to the ground on top of the pillows. Sholmes lets out an “Oof!” as his body falls against the floor.
Ryunosuke slips his hand out from under him. He tries to wiggle his hands underneath Sholmes. The boxing gloves limit him. He furrows his brow and dramatically throws off the gloves. They hit something behind him, and it clatters to the floor. He pays no mind to it, however, and straddles him. They catch each other's gaze for a moment. Sholmes' lips are parted slightly, and a drop of sweat falls from his hairline. His eyes are glossed over, glinting in the light, looking up wildly at Ryunosuke. He sharply huffs, neck flushing and creeping up to his face. The look in his eye is stirring a feeling within his stomach that he has not felt before. He spares not a single second diving into what that feeling is.
Sholmes laughs, arching his back off the ground. “So you want to play that game?” he says, grinning ear to ear. “Fine. I can do the same.”
He chucks off the gloves and throws himself off the ground, pushing Ryunosuke onto his back on the floor. Ryunosuke’s legs instinctively wrap around his hips. Sholmes chuckles under his breath, sounding awfully menacing. He straightens his back and grabs his knees, bending them forward close to his chest, forcing Ryunosuke into a rather suggestive position. Ryunosuke slaps his legs shut, thrusting his feet forward to hit Sholmes’ chest. Sholmes slightly falters. He takes it as an opportunity to propel himself forward and grab his arm with one hand and his waist with the other. Before Ryunosuke can release himself from his grasp, he is rolled over onto his stomach, face smushed against the floor. Sholmes places his knees on either side of his hips, sitting himself atop his lower back. He grabs both of his wrists and urges them behind his back. As if he is being detained, and he is well aware that Sholmes is an expert at detaining people.
Ryunosuke throws his body around, flopping like a fish. It is to no avail, however. Sholmes’ grip on his wrist only gets tighter the more he squirms. Ryunosuke lets out a desperate yell. From behind him, he hears Sholmes laugh. A wicked notion that sends a shiver up Ryunosuke’s spine. He is inclined to believe that Sholmes enjoys having Ryunosuke in such a position. The thought makes him feel unbearably hot. It feels as if this whole situation has changed its tone. This is still about training, is it not? He thinks to himself.
“Sholmes! Please-” Ryunosuke squirms. “I forfeit! You win!” he cries.
“That's it?” Sholmes releases his wrists. “You barely tried!”
Sholmes rolls off of him, lying on his back next to Ryunosuke and giggling. He rolls onto his side, looking at Sholmes. The two of them break out into a fit of laughter, scooting closer to one another while they laugh.
“You have bested me once again, Mr. Sholmes,” Ryunosuke says, rolling on his back.
Sholmes nudges him with his shoulder. “You fought well, my dear fellow. You ought to give yourself more credit.”
Ryunosuke grins, touched by the praise. “Thank you.”
The two men lay shoulder to shoulder on the floor, catching their breath. The silence is peaceful, and Ryunosuke closes his eyes for a moment, listening to the breathing of his partner. Sholmes sighs and shifts slightly to get more comfortable. He stretches his neck to lie upon the top of Ryunosuke’s head. He would be quite embarrassed if his other companions came back at this moment. It’s not often that the two of them share a moment like this. Their professions occupy most of their time.
Ryunosuke has begun to have quite the soft spot for Sholmes. In the beginning, he found himself annoyed by his personality. He can be quite obnoxious at times. After he moved into 221B Baker Street, he found himself to be more interested in him. He started to find him endearing, yearning to understand him. As time passed, longer glances transpired between the two of them. Sholmes’ hand lingered on his shoulder for longer than necessary. The two of them took any moment they could spare to be with each other. Whether that be sitting on the couch together, reading whatever they fancied. During deductions, he noticed that Sholmes would grab his waist or caress his arm, which were touches that two friends would not participate in.
Whenever Ryunosuke thought about his feelings for Sholmes, he tried to ignore the idea that he might be in love. He has felt this feeling before; he knows it. He is not a stranger to yearning for something that he might not be able to have. He knows not much about that side of Sholmes, and he fears he never will.
He is pulled out of his thoughts by Sholmes sitting up and hovering over him. “I can hear the cogs in your head turning, Naruhodo,” he says. “What troubles you?”
Ryunosuke’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. ‘Ah. I'd rather not speak of it,” he says, sighing.
Sholmes gives him a concerned look for a moment before his face shifts into a smile. “Shall we tidy up?”
Ryunosuke pushes himself up and nods. Sholmes stands and stretches his arm out to hoist Ryunosuke up to his feet. They begin to move the furniture back, sliding the couch and chair back into their original positions. While bending over to pick up a pillow, he gets knocked forward by something clashing into his backside. Ryunosuke whips his head around and sees Sholmes standing there, holding a pillow and grinning mischievously.
Ryunosuke spins around, flailing the pillow towards Sholmes. He yelps, stepping back and dodging the attack.
“We just cleaned up, Mr. Sholmes!” Ryunosuke cries.
Sholmes laughs and swings at him with the pillow once again, ignoring his protests. Ryunosuke giggles, throwing the pillow in his direction. It hits him in the face. Sholmes dramatically stumbles to the side, gasping and holding his face.
The two men engage in a very intense pillow fight. During the battle, they made their way into Sholmes’ room. Sholmes has Ryunosuke cornered with his back against the end of the bed. Sholmes slowly inches towards the other man, pillow raised above his head. Just as he is about to lay the final blow, Ryunosuke throws himself onto the bed, throwing all the pillows at him.
Sholmes laughs, loud and genuine. Ryunosuke joins him in laughing, sitting on his knees. They laugh together for a moment before Sholmes walks over and crawls up onto the bed. Ryunosuke moves to make room for Sholmes, although it is quite a big bed. It's much bigger than what he has in the attic.
He realizes he has never gotten the chance to really look around Sholmes’ room. There's a desk cluttered with various potions and books, a dresser, a mirror, and lastly a glass door leading out to a small balcony. Sholmes sits up and looks around with him.
“What do you think?” Sholmes asks.
“It's nice. I've never been in here before.”
“You will have to join me here more often, then,” he says, with a playful tone.
It takes a moment for Ryunosuke to realize what he's implying. What other reason would there be for another person to join someone in the bedroom? His face flushes a deep red. He tries to reason with his head, telling himself he didn't mean it in that way. He concludes that he was only joking and lets out a nervous laugh.
Sholmes cocks an eyebrow; he refrains from mentioning how red his face is, however.
“You've made quite the mess of my room, Naruhodo.”
“Oh! Sorry!” he starts to move off the bed, but Sholmes grabs him by his arm.
“Stay. We shall deal with it later.” Sholmes says, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes.
He tugs him gently back onto the bed. They sit on their knees facing each other. Sholmes puts his arms behind him and smiles at him. A sweet smile that sends Ryunosuke’s heart soaring. If he could just reach out and touch him, feeling his body heat radiate through his hand all the way to his chest. In the small moment they share, smiling at each other, he feels as if their hearts were connected, beating at the same tempo. He feels the string that connects the two of them together, urging him towards Sholmes. He starts to feel the breath get stolen out of his lungs by Sholmes’ intoxicating presence.
“It's unlike you to stare, Naruhodo,” he says, tilting his head.
Ryunosuke turns his head away sharply, muttering an apology. Sholmes gives a low chuckle, which ignites a fire in his chest. He feels his face start to heat up once again.
Sholmes grabs him by the chin, ushering him to face him. His mouth parts open slightly, unintentionally. He looks at Ryunosuke with a cocked brow, smile never leaving his face.
“What troubles you, my good man?” he asks.
Ryunosuke smells the tobacco on Sholmes’ breath, relishing in the smell he used to hate. When he came to London, all the smells reminded him of how far away from home he was. Now, the smell reminds him of his investigating partner, who has found a home in his heart.
Sholmes slides his hand from his chin to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He slides forward, knees touching. The touch from Sholmes sends a shiver down his spine. Sholmes leans in and whispers in his ear.
“I asked you a question,” he says, voice low and sultry.
“Sholmes… I-”
The other man takes his other hand and places it on his thigh. Ryunosuke feels as if he might melt in his grasp.
“Oh, how i have wished to have you here.” Sholmes says. “All those cold nights you have endured in that attic.”
He takes a pause, then kisses behind his ear. “They could have been spent here with me.”
Ryunosuke gasps and pulls back. “You mean to say…?”
Ryunosuke thinks about the morning he brought up being his boxing partner. He remembers how eager Sholmes was. He remembers how Sholmes straddled him, freely moving his hands around his body however he pleased. He thinks back to all the moments they shared together. The occasional prolonged glances, a playful remark, and longing sighs. The gleam in Sholmes’ eye when Ryunosuke deduces something correctly. The fleeting touches when the other deems it necessary.
It seems he might have been slightly oblivious to his affections.
“May I kiss you?” Sholmes asks.
Ryunosuke’s brain takes a minute to process his request. When he does, he nods enthusiastically. Sholmes slides his hand to his cheek and presses his lips against his. Ryunosuke lets out a heavy sigh through his nose and grips the man's arm. Sholmes’ warmth radiates through his body, stoking the fire in his heart. He tilts his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Sholmes grabs him by the collar, pushing him down onto the bed. Sholmes hovered above him, slotting his knee in between his legs. The other pulls away from the kiss to look down at Ryunosuke. He slides his hands across his chest, exploring his body with a wild look in his eye.
Ryunosuke squirms underneath his touch. He lifts his head, beckoning Sholmes to kiss him once more. Sholmes slots his hand underneath his head and joins their lips once again. He licks his bottom lip, and Ryunosuke allows him to enter his mouth. Sholmes tugs his shirt free from his pants and shoves his hand up his shirt. The gentle warmth that enveloped them once before has turned into searing heat. Sholmes found his nipple and gave it a gentle tug, causing Ryunosuke to moan into his mouth.
Sholmes pulls away and sits up. He starts to work on the buttons on Ryunosuke's shirt with excellent precision. He is freed from his shirt, and he swears that he saw Sholmes lick his lips.
“My good man, you look absolutely ravishing,” he says, breathily.
Ryunosuke sits up on his elbows. “Let me see you,” he commands.
Sholmes practically rips off his shirt, discarding it on the floor. He surges forward, crashing their bodies and lips together. It's grown to be so hot that Ryunosuke fears he might explode. Sholmes rubs his knee against Ryunosuke’s groin, causing him to arch his back off the bed and moan. A jolt of pleasure shoots through him and goes straight to his cock. He slides his hand down to feel Sholmes’s erection, gently squeezing the base and running his fingers up and down it. Sholmes pulls back and hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Rynosuke- I beg of you,” Sholmes says, grinding into his hand.
He sits up and pushes Sholmes down onto his back in one motion. “What do you want, Sholmes?”
“Fuck me, Ryunosuke,” Sholmes says in between moans.
Ryunosuke grins. “As you wish.”
Ryunosuke applies more pressure to his erection while thrusting his fingers towards Sholmes’ mouth. “Suck.” He commands. Sholmes happily obliges and takes the fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking at his two fingers.
He tries not to succumb to the immense pleasure that overcomes him at the sight of Sholmes greedily sucking on his fingers. He unbuttons his slacks with one hand and motions for him to lift his hips. He drags off his underwear and pants in one go, tossing them on the floor. His cock springs free, begging to be touched. He resists the urge to take it into his mouth at that very moment.
He pulls his fingers out of Sholmes’ mouth and hoists his legs over his shoulders. He kisses his knee and caresses the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. “Are you quite ready?” he asks.
“Yes!” he cries out, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Ryunosuke chuckles at his eagerness. So needy… he thinks.
He slowly slides his slick fingers into him, not daring to look away from his face. He searches for any signs of displeasure, but is only met with gasps and moans. He carefully works him open, trying to be as delicate as possible. Sholmes rocks onto his fingers, obviously not pleased with his speed.
“Christ! I am not some delicate flower!” he protests. “Fuck me!”
Ryunosuke’s face is set ablaze. He has never had someone be so confident in wanting him. He nods, quickly pulling his fingers out and unbuttoning his pants. He puts a pillow beneath Sholmes’ lower back and aligns his cock with his entrance.
“Are you quite certain?” he asks, needing verbal confirmation.
Sholmes glares up at him. “Yes, Ryunosuke!”
Ryunosuke nods and pushes in, gripping his leg. He throws his head back, mouth falling open as warmth envelops his cock. Sholmes is speechless, chest rising and falling at an increased speed. He pushes all the way in, and the other man babbles his name repeatedly, mixing it with pleading. He looks down at him, and red splotches are spreading across his chest. He places a hand over his heart, feeling it thump against his chest aggressively.
“You are so beautiful, Herlock,” he says, feeling as if he might cry.
Sholmes starts to answer before Ryunosuke reels back and thrusts into him, causing him to cry out in pleasure. He starts to match the pace of his thrusts to the beating of his heart. He grits his teeth and swallows down the lump in his throat. He is prone to crying during passionate moments like this. He remembers his first time. Kazuma wiped the tears from his face and held his hand through the entire thing.
Sholmes’ noises are starting to get higher in pitch and more lewd. Ryunosuke starts to frantically repeat his name.
“Ah- Sholmes! You're so good. So good…!” he cries.
Sholmes claws at his chest, then pushes him down to get him closer. He moans praises into Ryunosuke’s ear, and he feels tears start to form in his eyes. He spits on his hand and grabs Sholmes’s cock tightly, pumping it erratically.
“Ryunosuke! I can't!” he cries, arching his back.
After a few more deep thrusts, Sholmes comes undone, screaming his name. Ryunosuke sobs as he finishes, tears streaming down his face.
Ryunsouke collapses on top of Sholmes, the two of them out of breath. He nestles into the crook of his neck, quietly sobbing. The other man slowly rubs his back, helping him come down. Ryunosuke pulls away and wipes his tears.
“Are you alright?” Sholmes says, a hint of worry within his voice.
Ryunosuke frowns, embarrassed. “Yes. It just happens, I suppose.”
Sholmes nods. “I see.”
The two of them sit there in silence, basking in each other's presence. Sholmes breaks the silence with a question
“Would you like to bathe with me?” He asks.
Ryunosuke smiles. “Of course.”
Sholmes sits up and kisses him. “Thank you, Ryunosuke.” he pauses before speaking again.
“We shall do this again?”
Ryunosuke nods. “We shall.”