6:43 A.M.
Jim and Sebastian woke up almost an hour later than usual after they're long and stressful night. Sebastian made a very bad mistake, he misfired his gun, shooting the man that he was supposed to kill in his lower back, which let him survive.
Sebastian, being the first to arise, thought he'd make Jim breakfast to apologise for screwing up. He would make all of Jim's favorites and set the table perfectly with the best china they had. He retrieved all the ingredients he needed, and began cooking the eggs.
Jim soon awoke as the smells filled the flat. He slid out of bed and trudged to the kitchen, his sock-covered feet silent on the floor. The consulting criminal was soon behind Seb, who was mixing milk and egg whites in a bowl. As fast as he could, he spun the taller man around to face him and planted a kiss on his lips.
Seb's hands fell to Morarty's sides, pulling him closer. He parted their lips for a moment to speak, "'M guessing tha'm forgiven?"
"We'll see." Jim closed the distance between them, this time invading Sebastian's mouth with his tongue. And in no time at all, his hand was invading Seb's boxer shorts, taking his stiffening member in his hand.
He traced the tips of his finger's over the sniper's cock, making it twitch and harden more and a gasp escape his lips. This pleased Jim as he smirked and brought his mouth to Seb's neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh while he palmed at the other's penis.
"F-fucking christ, Jim," Sebastian breathed. As Jim continued giving attention to his most sensitive area, Seb's breathing became faster and his moans more frequent. He was paying no mind to the burning stench from the eggs on the stove as Jim pulled down his boxers, setting his erection free.
With one final nip at the sniper's neck, Jim lowered himself to his knees. He took the other's member in his hand and slowly began stroking up and down the shaft, rubbing the head with his thumb. Sebastian threw his head back with a moan and a large grin spread on Jim's lips. "Like that, do ya Tiger?"
The sniper could only manage to nod and hiss a string of air between his teeth. Suddenly, Seb felt Moriarty's hot breath on his cock soon followed by his lips and tongue. His eyes fluttered back as the raven-haired man sucked him off. Jim moaned around Sebastian's cock, making his lips and throat vibrate and Sebastian cry his name along with a string of curses.
Moriarty continued sucking and stroking until Seb bucked his hips, releasing his load into Jim's mouth. Seb collapsed against the counter top, panting and tembling as he recovered from his orgasm.
Jim stood up and wiped himself off with a paper towel. "You will be forgiven when you prepare me breakfast. Don't burn it this time."