Sherlock: So, to Anderson, if my tweets have offended you, I humbly apologize.

Sherlock’s going to get him down, but it’s definitely not clean, even if he does keep a tight hold on Sebastian. He’ll have to be proactive since he’s unable to twist Sherlock off of him as they go down. He’ll figure it out. If this was a real fight, he’d care less about hurting himself or Sherlock, but it isn’t, so he doesn’t lash out as wildly as he might. 

His back hits the ground, hard, and then Sherlock lands on top of him with a thud, knee between Sebastian’s legs. Another grin, even as he’s pushing up to counter. Sherlock’s been ready for Seb swinging at him so far, but this is a different terrain and that may make some difference. He just needs to be able to get Sherlock off him, given that Sherlock could easily just bring his knee up right then and there.  Seb kicks out for some semblance of a foothold - no use trying to get up, but if he can get leverage, he may be able to switch the advantage. He hits out too, trying to keep Sherlock from switching his hold properly. 

     it occurs to him just after the back of his head hits the mat. dark curls flop in front of his eyes with the force and he smiles a messy, winded little smile that shows that he’s having fun. and the risk he ends up taking- is, well, stupid. but it happens because, for the first time since they’d left, he wasn’t thinking.

     with the other holding his wrists above his head and them both being fairly similar in height... there’s enough reach for him to lift his head and, despite the protest in his shoulders, close enough of a gap that he can ghost his lips against sebastian’s. he holds it for as long as he can, until his neck begins to strain- and when his head falls back he blinks before finally shoving up and trying to reverse their positions.

me, responding to a thread after a week or longer: