"Do I really disgust you, dear?" His voice was low, heavy as he ran his fingertips over the man's cheek, over his chin. He could tell he was getting to him at the very least, breaking that pure, pristine mask - if Sherlock had been on the side of the angels, this one was on the side of the gods, so lovely and so innocent. Jim's smile dragged into a smirk, teeth exposed as he leaned down to bite his neck, the only places he could reach. His knee still attempted to knock aside Joscelin's legs, push into him, that rebellious body of the man's showing just how wonderful this city could be on a man sworn to chastity.

"I know what you've told me. And I know that your lovely ladyfriend isn't here. And I know," He dropped his voice a register and outright surged forward to him, his hips jerking. "That you could use a little loosening up."