Thanks areoutofbounds, aka lovekanti
Following Orders
Chapter 1: Handcuffs
This job is taking forever, Sebastian inwardly groaned, watching the short, stocky man writhe in pain under his knives, his screams finally trailing off to weak whimpers; an agonized face was usually enough to get Sebastian's blood pumping, but Jim's orders were to drag out the torture, and it had quickly lost its appeal. Finally just fed up with the job, Sebastian slit the man's throat, taking delight in watching the light leave the blue-grey eyes. Unfortunately, this drenched him and the other blonde man in crimson blood. There's another outfit ruined, Sebastian thought, glancing first at his black jacket, shirt, and jeans, then at the blood-soaked, oatmeal-colored jumper on the man in front of him.
He'd almost finished arranging the scene when his mobile buzzed. He checked it.
Boooooooooooored. Seb, I'm absolutely ravaged with boredom. -JM
Rolling his eyes, Seb quickly tapped back a reply.
What do you want /me/ to do about it? You're always bored, and I'm just finishing up here. -SM
I want you to come do what you're best at! -JM
Killing people? -SM
Don't be obvious, Seb. -JM
You're best at doing what I want you to do without me explicitly stating what it is I want you to do. -JM
Seb suppressed a groan, brain struggling to wrap around the implied meaning.
Could you be any more obtuse? Wait, don't answer that. I'm on my way back .-SM
Putting the final touches on the scene, Seb donned his cap, left and headed for the street. He hailed a cab, forgetting he was drenched in blood until he got in. When the cabbie began to protest, Seb pulled his gun, keeping it where the traffic cameras wouldn't be able to get a shot of it. His mobile chimed again.
Hurry uuuuup. -JM
Did you make this one especially painful? Just like I asked? -JM
God, Seb thought, calm down.
FUCK, you're impatient. Cabs only go so fast. And yes, of course I did. Got covered in blood for my trouble, but yes. -SM
Do you still have some residual blood on you, Sebby? -JM
Seb paused before replying, choosing his words carefully.
It's like I've taken a shower in it, Boss. -SM
Delightful~ Make sure you don't track any on my floor. Meet me in the bathroom. -JM
The cab pulled up a block away from Jim's flat. Seb knocked out the cabbie and exited the cab, plugging the tailpipe as he walked around, finally making it to Jim's door.
Coming up the stairs now. -SM
Sebastian opened the door, eyes sweeping the flat before entering and locking the door behind him, prior experience with Jim making this a necessity. He slipped off his boots so he wouldn't track blood and headed for the bathroom, eager to rinse off. The sniper opened the door and stopped, taking in Jim sitting on the edge of the clean, white, porcelain tub with a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. A soft hum and the sound of water pattering down filled the bathroom as the consulting criminal made sure the water was to his hit man's preferred temperature. Clad in a pair of jeans and a plain white v-neck shirt, Moriarty tapped his foot with the beat of the tune that was currently playing in his head. Seb thought Jim was looking particularly desirable in jeans and a v-neck as opposed to his usual tedious suits. "Uh, thanks?" he said, shutting the door behind him.
"You're quite welcome, Sebby." Moriarty answered in a light sing-song tone. Standing, the shorter man moved over to Sebastian, head tilting to the side as he trailed his thumb across the man's neck. A smear of blood followed Jim's thumb as he raised it to his lips, tongue darting out to taste the iron laced liquid. "Well deserved for a job well done."
Seb got half hard at the sight of Jim licking is blood-tipped thumb. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."
"Don't underestimate my powers of deduction." Jim grinned up at Sebastian and carded his fingers through the taller man's hair, taking a hand full and tugging back lightly. Leaning up, Jim trailed his tongue along Seb's jugular, keeping a firm grip on the blonde's hair as he nipped just under his ear teasingly. Seb fought to keep his arms at his side, knowing the penalty for getting blood on the Boss.
"Good boy," Moriarty purred into the colonel's ear. Very intentionally, Jim lightly trailed his fingers down Sebastian's well muscled arms, well manicured nails tracing along the tender flesh of the inside of Seb's wrists before moving to the hem of his shirt. Rather determined to draw things out, Jim slowly pulled up Sebastian's shirt, dropping the messy fabric into a bloody heap on the floor. Seb was trembling from the effort of holding still, his cock straining his blood-stained trousers, goose flesh appearing where Jim traced his fingers.
Jim grinned as he fingered the fastening to Sebastian's trousers. "Standing at attention already," the smaller man said in a light tone as he unbuttoned the constricting fabric. "It must be terribly uncomfortable in here."
"You-have-no-idea," Seb hissed through clenched teeth.
Moriarty leaned up, chocolate eyes trained on Sebastian's as his head tilted to the side. "Would you like me to do something about it?"
God fucking damn it, Jim knew what he was doing. Not taking his eyes off the criminal, Seb nodded once.
Jim grinned a bit more, his fingers moving to the waistband of Seb's dark jeans and tugging them down. With a brief moment's pause, the darker haired man observed Sebastian, taking in the beautifully formed male figure before him. Quickly, however, Jim returned to his task at hand, finger pushing under the waistband of the restricting boxer-briefs, tugging them over the rather erect cock beneath. "Oh." Jim breathed with delight, grinning up to Sebastian. "Into the bath, Sebby."
Seb groaned, tense from the effort of holding still, but God strike him dead if he disobeyed a direct order, although the Devil would always beat God in that race. Seb should know; he was dating the Devil. He stalked over to the tub, stepping in. Nothing can beat this, he thought, sinking into the hot water. It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw Jim's face that he realized he had said his thought out loud. Now I'm in for it...
A thin eyebrow quirked up as Jim listened to Sebastian's apparent 'slip of the tongue'. "Nothing, hm?" Jim moved over, sitting on the edge of the tub again, dipping his hand to swirl the quickly darkening water slightly.
Seb watched, wary. "I-I didn't mean-"
"You didn't mean what, Sebby?" Jim's hand continued to stir the water thoughtfully as he watched the blonde carefully.
"I-you-I" Seb couldn't think; Jim's hand was awfully close to his cock, the water stroking it very pleasantly. "There are things better than this bath," he finally managed.
"I quite agree." Jim purred as he drew his hand up Sebastian's nude chest, fingers brushing over a rather perked nipple. Seb's eyes rolled back at Jim's caress. He didn't know how much more of the foreplay he could stand before he lost control and dragged a fully clothed Jim into the tub. He'll kill me in my sleep if I do that.
Jim's eyes trailed along Sebastian's neck and chest to the muddled water he was seated in. Slowly his hand followed, fingers tracing over tight muscles in an exploratory manner. "What would you like, Sebby?" Jim cooed softly to his favored assassin. Sebastian didn't hesitate. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me beg, make me scream"
"Oh." Another soft breath from Jim, another grin. "We had better get you cleaned up then." The chocolate-eyed man moved his hand away, just centimeters from Sebastian's erection back to the small lip on the tub where he grabbed soap and a clean wash cloth. Jim hummed lightly, lathering up the cloth and placing it on Seb's neck, rubbing the material down the blonde's neck and shoulder at a tantalizingly slow pace. Seb leaned forward, allowing himself to relax as Jim cleaned him, enjoying the humming and secretly wishing Jim would hurry. "Beethoven's fifth?" he finally guessed.
"Very good," Jim spoke lightly, his tone carrying the same sing-song quality. Patient, James was very patient, especially when it came to teasing the blonde before him. His hand dipped, scrubbing Sebastian's back, chest, and finally his legs while ignoring the blonde's most sensitive areas rather purposefully. Sebwa trembling again when Jim finally finished; he knew Jim was winding him up, but there was something very soothing and almost caring in the psychopath's touch. "Am I allowed out now, Sir"
"Hmmm..." Jim considerd the question and the tone of the man beneath him. "Well, yes I suppose you are now." The darker haired man stood and offered a towel to Sebastian with a small grin. "Meet me in the bedroom after you've dried off and disposed of those rags." With that, Jim slipped out of the bathroom.
Once Jim was gone, Seb really hurried, toweling off and throwing his bloody clothes in the garbage can. I'll burn them later, he thought as he ran to the bedroom. He let himself in, shutting and locking the door behind him. It was pitch black and even with his hawk-like vision, he couldn't see a thing. "Jim?" he whispered.
A decidedly less-clothed Jim awaited Sebastian, hands pulling the blonde from the darkness behind him. "Yes, Sebastian?" The smaller man purred into the colonel's ear as one hand trailed down his chest, the other up his inner thigh.
"There you are." Seb shivered as he felt Jim's naked body against his own, Jim's voice going straight to his balls. "So...what are you going to do to me, Sir?"
The chocolate-eyed man moved around Sebastian quickly, tugging the taller man forward towards the bed before pulling him down onto the plush duvet. "If I told you that would ruin the fun of the surprise!" Jim grinned in the dark as he reached forward, grabbing the leather cuffs he had placed a convenient distance away and securing the blonde to the headboard with them. Seb tested the cuffs, not surprised when they wouldn't give. "You are a twisted, fucking tease, you know that?"
"What was it you wanted me to do? Make you scream?" Jim's fingers trailed down Sebastian's body, his hot mouth following after.
"Yessssss," Seb moaned, forcing himself to stay still, fighting every urge he had to move, to capture Jim with his legs.
"To fuck you senseless?" Jim's hands began to massage the inside of Sebastian's thighs as his lips trail along his hipbone, tongue trailing along it quite affectionately.
"Christ, Jim, yes! Fuck me until I don't know up from down. Pleeeeeaaasseeeee."
"Well, I can't quite deny that request, now can I?" Jim grinned up in the darkness, reaching over to his bedside table in order to grab the small bottle of lube seated on top. Slicking his rather painfully hard erection, Jim reached a hand down to give Sebastian a few much awaited strokes, thumb trailing along his sensitive tip. Seb whimpered under Jim's expert hand, hips bucking in anticipation of the criminal's lube-slick fingers. Jim's hot mouth closed over Sebastian's as he propped the other man up, guiding himself into the very minimally prepared colonel below him. A deep moan built in his throat, teeth nipping at Seb's lower lip as he pushed into the taller man slowly.
No fingers, no fucking fingers tonight! Seb could hear his moans mimicked by Jim as the criminal pushed all the way in on the first go; he fought for purchase in Jim's mouth but found none. Jim was completely in control now. Chocolate eyes flickered shut as Jim rooted himself in Sebastian. One hand held one of the blonde's thighs up as the other leg got propped lazily over Jim's shoulder. A shudder ran through James as he circled his hips, pulling out slightly before thrusting back into the awaiting man below him.
"Oh-fucking hell-Jim..." Seb marveled at how skillfully the criminal could draw his own name from Seb's lips, sounding simultaneously like a prayer and a curse, saying 'Thank you' and 'Fuck you' at the same time. Seb tightened his knee on Jim's shoulder, testing the man to see if he would react, not daring to try it with the hand holding the other leg. The darker-haired man groaned, hot lips meeting Sebastian's neck, biting and sucking, claiming him for his own. Jim's fingers tightened around Sebastian's thigh, nails dragging along in warning against the blonde's tightening knee. Pulling back slightly, Jim thrust again, attempting to hit the tight bundle of nerves that would send the colonel howling.
Seb knew Jim was going to leave marks; it wouldn't be the first time, and he certainly hoped it wouldn't be the last. Seb's wrists pulled against the cuffs as Jim's nails dig into his knee, but he refused to loosen his grip on the criminal's shoulder. He knew Jim was close to finding his prostate, and that in a few more thrusts, he'd be lucky to remember his own name. Jim grinned into the blonde's neck, his teeth raking over the flesh once more as he thrust deep inside Sebastian. The blonde's reluctance to let go reassured Jim that he was doing quite well in working him over. Dipping one hand down Jim, grasped Sebastian's cock, thumb trailing along the underside as he began to steadily pump the blonde in time with his thrusts.
Now that is what Seb called over-stimulation. Jim was everywhere: his nostrils, his neck, his cock, his arse, grabbing him, scratching him, fucking him within an inch of his life, chewing on Seb's neck as if the sniper were a snack. His knee involuntarily tightened on Jim's shoulder. Jim's lips moved up under Sebastian's ear, kissing and nipping his earlobe before running his tongue along the shell. A firm tug on Seb's cock followed by a very teasing slide of his thumb over his tip warned the blonde about tightening his hold on his Boss's shoulder, the chocolate-eyed man thrusting hard to drive the point home.
Jim's tongue was driving Seb mad, but he didn't dare try to move his head and catch Jim's mouth. He was already having enough trouble with his knee, which kept squeezing Jim's shoulder despite Seb's attempts to make it stop, but at this point, he really wasn't sure he wanted to, curious to see what Jim would do to him. A low growl rumbled from Jim's throat as he let go of Sebastian's erection long enough to grab the blonde by the hair and shove the side of his face into the pillows. "Unclench your leg." James hissed out as he thrust into Sebastian's prostate, his grasp on Seb's thigh tightening. Seb whimpered as Jim hit his tender spot. "Or what?" The words were out before Seb can stop them, and he knew he was in for it now.
"Or I'll bloody well make you." Jim's tone was low and gruff, his breath coming in short shallow gasps as he pushed into Sebastian again. Emboldened, Seb growled "Make me, then," moaning as Jim thrust into him again, grazing his prostate. Jim didn't do anything for a few seconds, and Seb felt his gut tighten in fear.
Jim's grasp on Sebastian loosened as he pulled out from the blonde entirely. Neglecting the pain it inflicted on his hit man's wrists, Jim turned Sebastian onto his stomach. With a growl, Jim set to pushing Seb's arse up and his head down, pinning his legs down with his own. "How's that for making you?" Jim snarled through clenched teeth, pushing back into the blonde. Seb had one terrifying moment where he thought his arms might break as Jim turned him over. He cried out in pain more than pleasure now, whimpering "I'm sorry," into the pillows.
"Sorry for what?" Jim growled low and dangerous as he pounded into Sebastian, his nails dragging along the blonde's ribcage.
"For-for disobeying you, Sir."
Jim reached around, his fingers sliding around one of Sebastian's nipples to tug lightly as his other hand pressed down on the man's lower back. "Beg for forgiveness."
Seb cried out again at the pressure on his back. "Please, please forgive me, James, Sir, Boss. I'm sorry, I won't-I can't-Jim-"
"You can't what exactly?" Jim ground out as he pushed into Sebastian, continuing his assault on the blonde's backside.
"I'M SORRY. I can't take the pain, my wrists will break. Jim, please, have mercy, please-"
Withdrawing again, Jim flipped Sebastian, allowing the blonde a few moments to get back the feeling in his wrists. "Good boy."
Seb gasped for air, gingerly twisting his wrists in the cuffs; he knew he would be very, very sore in the morning. Meeting Jim's gaze which he could just make out in the dark, he whispered, "I'm sorry."
Softly, very softly, Jim leaned down and pressed his lips to Sebastian's. "I know you are, Sebby." Another purr, back to sweet little Jim, his fingers tracing down to Sebastian's twitching cock. "Come for me."
Even weakened, even trembling with fear and exhaustion, Seb just couldn't help his snarky side. "I have to come first?"
"You will if you know what's good for you, Sebastian. Don't disobey me again." Jim's voice dropped an octave as he spoke, his hand moving along Seb in long strokes. The blonde assassin shuddered at the threat. "I-I won't, but-" He bit his lip, "I'm not quite there yet."
"Yes, well, I'll fix that for you." Jim's tone remained low and dangerous as he pushed Sebastian's leg back over his shoulder. Seb held very, very still, locking his knee so it wouldn't move. Please, please, he silently begged. Jim guided himself into Sebby once more, his hips moving slowly as his hand pumped the blonde. A low moan came from the smaller man as he leaned forward, pushing his lips against Seb's. The taller man could feel the fire and pressure curling in his groin, licking Jim's lips as the violent, dangerous, beast kissed him once more. Jim's own orgasm built as he pushed in and out of Sebastian, his tongue darting out to meet his lover's.
Jim's tongue stroking his was all Seb needs to send him hurtling over the edge. He screamed and cried Jim's name as he came all over the shorter man's chest and hand, body shuddering and clenching the entire time. Jim's hand continued working Sebastian, milking his climax as he drove into the blonde. The snarky man below him had done well to follow his orders and with a few more thrusts, Jim rooted himself deep inside Seb, moaning loudly through his own orgasm. The consulting criminal's nails dug deeply into Sebastian's sides, his teeth barring against the blonde's neck.
Seb managed to make it through Jim's treatment of his orgasm only to have to ride out Jim's as well. The criminal's moans made his gut burn with desire, the nails in his sides causing him to hiss. He could barely feel Jim's teeth on his neck. The dark haired man's breath came in hot, low pants as he pulled away from the blonde. Fumbling a little bit - he didn't really fumble, no one could see him so it didn't count - the chocolate eyed man flicked on the light, looking over his shoulder to observe his well-worked companion. "Clean yourself up."
"I-can't-move" Seb panted, noticing cum on Jim's chest and traces of blood around his mouth. Jim rolled his eyes and smirked a little. "Oh? And what do you suppose I ought to do about that?"
Smug fucker, Seb thought, praying he didn't say it out loud. "You could un-cuff me for starters."
Jim rolled his head from side to side, popping his neck, observing the blonde quietly. "I suppose that might help things along." Jim grinned as he reached up, undoing the leather straps. Seb bit back a groan as his raw wrists were released from their restraints. He carefully stood, wincing as he towered over Jim once more. Crossing to the dresser, he got out a towel and wiped himself down.
"I suppose I would do well for a wipe down as well." Jim hummed his delight, lazily watching Sebastian from the bed. Seb glared at Jim as he came back over to the bed. Knowing better than to throw the towel at the man, Seb started cleaning up the psychopath, his motions echoing Jim's from the bath. Jim's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes falling on Sebastian. "Good," he purred softly, reaching down to card his fingers through Seb's hair. "Such a mess you made on me."
Seb struggled to ignore his Boss's fingers in his hair, still furious with himself for his insubordination, and Jim could be such a dick sometimes, but Seb had plans.
"Seb," Jim whined softly, trailing his fingers down behind the blonde's ear.
"What?" Seb grunted, finishing his task.
Jim tugged the colonel up, pressing his lips firmly to Seb's as his fingers trailed lightly over the wounded wrists. Seb couldn't help but gasp as Jim's fingers stroked the raw skin. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, nicking Jim's in the process. Jim pulled away, looking at the blonde in slight confusion. After quickly observing the state of Sebastian's lip, he murmured a soft "Oh," leaning in to lick the blood away.
Seb seized his chance. He captured Jim's tongue in his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make the man squirm as the sniper pulled his consulting criminal back to the center of the bed. Jim was suddenly feeling much less in power and did not enjoy it one bit. He pushed his hands firmly to the soldier's shoulders, demanding to be let out of his grasp.
"Ah ah ah," Seb cautioned, increasing the pressure on Jim's tongue until he could pin the man down with his body. Releasing Jim's mouth, Seb leaned down to whisper in the criminal's ear, "Don't want to lose your tongue, now, do you? Besides, I think you'll find I'm very...disobedient when abused, Sir."
"If you aren't careful, I'll cut that snarky tongue from your mouth and feed it to the fish in the Thames," Jim growled out, pushing against Sebastian rebelliously.
"And what do you define as careful, Sir?" Seb was no longer as afraid of the dangerous, chocolate-eyed man below him, emboldened by his distinctly dominating position.
"Don't displease me." Jim's voice was low, his eyes narrowed on the man above him.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I just intend to...play with you, you know, have some fun." Pinning Jim's arms above his head, Seb reached with his free hand for his pocket knife where it rested on the side table. He then took the dreaded leather cuffs and secured Jim to the headboard. Jim breathed carefully, assessing the situation. Chocolate eyes flickered up to Sebastian as he reached for the pocketknife, holding onto the leather cuffs that bound him.
Seb flicked the knife open, expertly twirling it in his calloused fingers as his eyes slowly looked up and down his boss. "Hmmmm, so many choices, so much time," he whispered, staring into Jim's eyes. Jim rolled his neck, looking daringly up at his insubordinate soldier. "Yes, Sebby, what shall you do to me?" A purr came from the smaller man.
"Ah, a challenge!" Seb was grinning now, the same grin he wore when about to begin torturing Jim's victims. "Well, I was thinking of marking lines along your ribs, but that's so beneath you." Blue eyes slowly travelling to meet the deep, chocolate ones, Seb said, "I was thinking of carving my initials into your chest. How does that sound, Sir?" The 'Sir' was barely a whisper.
"I think the chest is boring. Awfully so." Jim wiggled a bit and managed to get a leg out, hooking it on Sebastian's shoulder. "How about my inner thigh instead?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Interesting." He eyed Jim's leg on his shoulder thoughtfully, still idly twirling the knife. After a moment, the handle was in his hand, and Seb turned back to look at Jim, grinning his torture grin. He trapped the man's torso and other leg. bracing the one on his shoulder with powerful, muscular arms. He traced the tip of the knife very lightly on the tender skin, occasionally leaning in to kiss and suck the skin. Jim's head lolled back as Sebastian traced the tip of the knife over his thigh, his mouth falling open slightly. "Tease," he muttered with a small grin, glancing down towards Sebastian. Jim tightened his leg around Seb's shoulder, pushing himself up slightly to encounter more of the blonde's will.
Quick as a flash, the knife was embedded in the headboard mere centimeters above Jim's head; the criminal's eyes crossed to focus on it. Seb hadn't moved from his position. Reaching up, he tugged the knife free. "Don't tighten your leg," he hissed in Jim's ear as he went back to the criminal's thigh.
"Oh." That soft word was breathed in a soft sigh, Jim's head tilting up to graze Seb's wrist with his lips as the blonde pulled the knife from the bed. "My apologies, captor," Jim said with a devilish grin. Seb could already feel his poor, sore cock stirring, Jim's absolute Devil-may-care attitude hardwired into his libido. Turning his attention back to the smaller man's thigh, he picked his spot, working the tip of the knife ever so slowly into the flesh before dragging it in a slow, bloody curve to form the letter 'S.'
Jim moaned a long soft note, his head back in submission, eyes closing. "O-Oh, Sebby~" The darker haired man let out a beautiful chorus in response to the stinging pain from his thigh. Seb drew it out as long as he could before starting on the 'M,' trickier of course as it was four straight lines and not one curve. He stroked the bloodied tip of the knife on the skin, marking the outline of the letter before he dug in. Jim let out another breathy moan, gasping Sebastian's name softly.
Seb puts the finishing touches on the letters, very pleased with the effect. He then traced the very tip of the knife, still bloody, up and down Jim's shaft, extremely careful not to cut the tender flesh. Jim breathed in deeply, careful not to clench his leg as he rolled his head to one side. "Sebby~ Ohhhh."
Satisfied with his work and watching Jim's cock snap to attention, Seb threw the knife again, hitting the wall to the right of the bed. "So, Boss, what would you like me to do?" he whispered, moving slowly back up the smaller man's body, biting and sucking the pale chest. Jim's fingers clenched around the leather straps holding him to the bed. "Suck my aching cock." Jim grinned, not minding the straightforwardness of his request. If Sebastian was going to ask, he wasn't going to beat around the bush.
"Language," Seb chided, fighting back laughter at the look Jim gave him. "As you wish, Sir," and Sebby leaned forward, first running his tongue up and down the underside of Jim's shaft before taking the head in his mouth, tongue swirling and mouth sucking, the taste of Jim mixed delightfully with that of his blood.
"My apologies, Colonel..." Jim's statement trailed off into a soft moan as his hips moved up involuntarily into Seb's touch. Jim's flux in manners was enough to drive Seb crazy with desire, not to mention that the way the boss said 'Colonel' is so laced with thinly veiled threats and obvious, hungry desire that Seb wanted to move on from the blow job much sooner than usual. Jim's desire was more than a little evident as he moans out soft mews of pleasure. "Colonel Moran~" graced his lips more than once as he was slowly taken in by the blonde.
That did it. Sebby proceeded to give Jim the most intense blow job of his life, pushing him repeatedly towards the edge, only to pull him back with pressure on the bleeding initials or by squeezing the base of Jim's cock hard with his strong, calloused fingers. After doing this three times, he pulled off and proceeded to kiss Jim hard and rough, treating the criminal's tongue the exact way he had his cock. Jim felt himself come close to climax again as the colonel worked his tongue over like a professional. Chocolate eyes snapped shut as thin hips rolled up against the soldier's above him, Moriarty nearly run ragged, his breaths coming in short gasps and moans between kisses.
Seb was finally forced to surface for air because he could feel Jim building again and was not nearly ready for him to be done. Keeping Jim distracted, Seb carefully slicked up his own cock, positioned himself and slid into Jim's waiting entrance, overjoyed with the response. Jim tugged hard against his bindings, groaning as Seb pushed into him. Precum dripped down the smaller man's dripping cock as he rolled his hips down, taking more of Sebastian in.
With the lights on, Seb got to enjoy every facial contortion, every glance, every twitch of Jim's perfect body, a body that was taking him completely in with no preparation. Seb stroked Jim's cock, teasing the precum down the shaft the way he had Jim's blood before. He started to pump very slowly, leaning back in to recapture the swollen lips. Jim's lips crashed against Sebastian's, hungrily claiming the blonde's as his own. The way the man was teasing Jim so close to the edge made the smaller man even more desperate for the attention that the Colonel was giving. Moaning into the other man's mouth, Jim pushed down, sheathing himself more fully on Seb's hard cock.
Seb could tell Jim was desperate, eager. "You've rather shown your hand, Jim Moriarty," he murmured against the criminal's lips. Seb rolled his hips to make sure he was situated properly and then he went to town, doing zero to sixty in seconds, positively fucking Jim into the mattress. The smaller man's yelps and groans only encouraged Sebby on. "Beg for me," he growled in between desperate kisses. "Call me Colonel. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Sir."
"Colonel!" Jim moaned out as he fought his restraints to push on to the man in time with his thrusts. "Colonel Moran! Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder!" Jim's demands turned into breathy moans and sighs as he moved his hips with Sebastian's. The delight built as a warm stirring churned in his gut and groin. Sebastian pounded the man harder and harder into the bed, feeling his own climax start to build...so he pulled out all together, continuing to ravish Jim's mouth. Straddling Jim, Seb locked his legs around the shorter man's and began grinding his hips against Jim's, their erections stroking each other. The criminal moaned deeply, pawing at his restraints once again. Eager lips worked against Sebastian's as the smaller man was pushed towards his climax.
Seb planned to let Jim come this time. The soldier placed his free hand over one of Jim's, fingers locking, lips, teeth, and tongues crashing together with bruising force, hips grinding in unison...only one thing remained. Seb broke the kiss long enough to whisper in Jim's ear, "When you come, it's Colonel Moran who fucks you. Understand?"
Jim's hips bucked into Sebastian's hand, a full body shudder driving through him. Shortly after the blonde spoke, Jim came hard and fast over both their stomach's, crying out "Colonel Moran~" in his beautifully accented voice, Sebastian's more demanding attitude having gone straight to the smaller man's cock.
Seb, not quite done yet, took advantage of Jim' climax to not only continue pumping his cock until there was nothing left, but to also slide back into Jim, pounding quick, short thrusts until he got what he needed, burying himself in the smaller man as he came hard, shuddering and moaning Jim's name. Jim felt Seb push in and let out a breathy whine, the man filling him up. "Oh, Colonel!" A soft repeat of his previous statement and a movement to help bury himself on the blonde as he climaxed. Jim's eyes flickered open, trailing over the man above him, admiring the way the sweat clung to his forehead and chest.
Seb collapsed, utterly spent as he pulled out of Jim, untying the criminal's hands. "You should start calling me 'Colonel' more often," he remarked when he finally got some of his breath back.
"I'll consider it." Moriarty grinned, trailing his fingers over the raised flesh of his thigh before sitting up. The smaller man crawled on top of the blonde, tugging the blankets up over them and pressing a kiss to his mouth. "Colonel," he added in a soft purr, flicking off the light.
"Sir."