(Pairing: Sebastian Moran/John Watson)

(The title is from "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge because that song is perfect for any ship involving Sebastian. Anyway have angsty poetic smut. I think I'm sleep deprived. It's fine.)

His touch felt familiar and yet foreign. Hands that had been roughed up from years of a difficult life, yet acted so delicate. As if just taking off a sweater could hurt. Now on bare skin, it was an even softer caress. Feeling every inch of skin that he hadn't felt in years. "You're gorgeous," he whispers out, warm breath ghosting already burning cheeks. 

Kisses began to be peppered across face, neck, chest- continuing trailing downward. Breathless mumbles emerged, fingers curling into dirty blonde hair. Something that hadn't been thought about in years was so missed, so desperately needed. Cold air stroked now bare legs, that sensation soon forgotten about when a more pleasant one replaced it.

There wasn't any worries about solving crimes, no worries about danger or preventing it. All that mattered was the slow and even bobbing, the racing heartbeat in his ears. Encouraging purrs and groans sang out, making the pace pick up slightly. He was still so delicate with everything he was doing. As if afraid to cause any sort of pain. 

If there was time to think, he could say something about that now. That he isn't made of glass, that he would speak up if something was too harsh. But his mind was a blissful blank, all worries let go of, everything focused on enjoying this time. He could say so after. There was a definite next time, he couldn't give up on another chance of giving love to this tall blonde man. He couldn't give up the way the man made him feel; free, happy, cared for.

There would be a problem with differences. One of them was a sniper for a criminal mastermind, one was the "best friend" of a detective. Their morals were incredibly different. He could look past that, it wouldn't be fair not to. He didn't let the issue effect his relationship with Mary, he wasn't going to make the same mistake. He wasn't going to make himself and the other man feel horrible and alone over this. 

None of that mattered though. The sweet groans kept getting coaxed out from every movement made, the heat building up more and more until orgasm washed over. The warmth from down there vanished, a breathless and utterly gorgeous man emerging to lay down on his side, catching his breath. 

Pressing forehead against forehead, his hand traveled down the slightly larger frame. Brushing over marks that weren't there years ago, matching the same tender energy he was given early. Finally his hand wrapped around it's target, getting breathy grunts in response as a slightly inconsistent pace, slowly getting more confidence as those noises became louder. 

A heartfelt kiss broke the flow of pleasured noises, the slightly bitter and salty taste on the other's lips noticed but not a lingering thought. When they broke apart, there was only one thing he could thing to murmur out, his warm breath ghosting the other's lips. "You're gorgeous" . The words were met with a smile before eyes fluttered and the man's body surrendered to the sensations it was receiving. 

They laid there, breathing heavily as every exhale mixed together like sugar and spice, foreheads resting together, hands gingerly massaging muscles. Mumbled talk of what occurred; how good it felt, that they'd eventually need to get up and get towels, an offer of sharing a bath together. Still within the bliss of no stress, no thoughts of this being "forbidden". Just enjoying each other, basking in the shared paradise.