Anonymous sent: Seb presses a thumb on the bobbing Adam's apple on Jim's neck. They're sprawled across the counter at Sherlock Holmes's little territory, or rather, it's the good doctor's home now since they'd gotten rid of the brainy virgin. Seb's weight presses down on Jim's smaller body, and they fit like two unlikely puzzle pieces. "Oh, Jim," Seb growls, thumb on the neck pressing harder, threatening, "You shouldn't have come back," he unbuckles the belt on Jim's trousers, "Now I've got to kill you."