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"Honey, I'm home!" Jim flung himself through the door with a little twirl, while he removed the blue scarf from around his neck. Closing the door quickly, he hung the scarf over the handle. Jim grinned at John, sitting across the lounge, on the opulent white leather sofa. Not stopping for a moment or braking eye contact, Jim shrugged off his coat, which dropped to the floor, and swooped across the room. He sprang onto the sofa and into John's lap.
"Oh Sweetie, I missed you." The dark haired man crooned, wriggling happily. He stroked a finger along John's jaw and settled his fingers at Johns chin, holding it gently. "Did you miss me?" John remained quite still, and continued to look into the consulting criminals deep brown eyes. "I had a busy day Dearest. Should I tell you all about it?"
Moriarty draped his arms around John's shoulders and settled further into the mans lap. Burying his face into John's neck, Jim breathed him in. Jim hummed thoughtfully as no response came.
"Perhaps you would rather snuggle instead." John tensed slightly at this, but remained stoic. He breathed deeply, letting his breath out slowly then, finally, brought his arms up to encircle Jim's waist. The Consultant smirked into the blonds neck; the light touch of his lips and breath tickling John slightly.
"Oh good! I was concerned for a moment there that you might not be in the mood, and we wouldn't want me thinking you weren't interested would we?" Jim ground down a little into John's lap and sucked on the mans neck gently.
"Mmm Jonny, you taste so good. I was distracted all day thinking about this. Touching and tasting you. It's quite magnificent. Can you feel the effect it's having on me?"
Jim firmly pressed his crouch into John's belly and hummed into his neck. He stroked his spread fingers down John's torso to his hips. Then slowly moved them up, under the fabric of the shirt, and against the soft skin of the Doctor's stomach. Holding the material up around the middle, Jim stroked his thumb in little circles around John's nipple, as it hardened to the touch and the cold air. John held his breath and involuntarily arched slightly. Jim laved slowly down the Doctor's neck, under his shirt collar, then detached his lips, bent down and took the pert nub into his mouth and sucked hard. Johns head fell back onto the headrest and scrunched his eyes closed at the sensation shooting through his body and sending unwanted throbbing waves of heat to his groin. Dropping his arms either side of him, he clenched his hands into tight fists.
Taking the nipple between his teeth Jim worried it a little, causing John's left hand to startle and rise up to grasp Jim's hips, digging in his finger tips as he did so. Before releasing it, the Criminal Consultant placed a sloppy open mouthed kiss onto the dusky pink skin, then returned his homage to John's neck and jaw. John relaxed once more, his hand dropping to his side.
Moriarty sat up on the Doctor's thighs and settled his palms on his hips. Jim raked his brown eyes over the body underneath him, at John's stretched neck, artery throbbing under the skin, his chest rising high, as shaky breaths drawn in and released, at the tension in John's arms. Jim licked his lips.
"Beautiful!"
John's eyes cracked open and fixed on Jim's. A small tear zigzagged down from the corner of John's eye. Jim's hand shot up dragging a finger across the skin to capture it. Frowning, the Consultant examined his damp finger carefully, then brought it to his mouth and rubbed the moister onto his bottom lip. Suddenly, in a single graceful movement he extricated himself from John and stood. John lifted his face and looked at the dark haired man in confusion. Turning his head away from John, Jim glared out of the window.
"Get out." Jim muttered.
John shifted in his seat, but did not move.
"Get. Out" Jim demanded forcefully.
John raised to his feet quickly, and manuvered himself around the Consultant and away towards the door. As he reached the handle, he grasped the familiar blue scarf that was draped over it. Clutching it between his fingers, he turned to face Moriarty once more, and raised it up and towards the criminal with a question clearly on his lips.
"Go on. Deal's off." John flinched at this, eyes wide with concern.
Jim turned away again, speaking softly.
"Go home John. He's waiting for you."
With that, John opened the door, still holding the scarf, and ran.