Asphyxia

Sherlock’s hands run on Jim’s body, they wander with care and attention upon his skin, they pass over every mole and freckle to memorize their position, because everything in Jim is equally important and worthy of interest. Jim seems to know it, the same way he knows every thought Sherlock has, aware of that mental connection that Sherlock hasn’t truly accepted yet, too focus on their differences to see what makes them the same. Jim looks at him from below, big dark eyes hazed by desire, he stretches every muscle and shows off obscenely, the pale and naked body that makes a pretty contrast with the black silk sheets.