"He has got a fantastic arse," Jim grinned, craning his neck around Seb to look after a man walking off with his dog. Seb snorted, learned back aginst the park bench when he noticed Jim trying to look around him, and absentmindedly threw some breadcrumbs down to the pigeons. "You're a creep." Jim shrugged at this, watched the flocking birds. "It's nicely shaped and I am allowed to admire it. You do it with women." He leaned back, watched a young woman in a tank top jog by, hit Seb's arm lightly. "Would you fuck her?"
Seb surveyed the woman, glanced down at her backside, quirked an eyebrow. "Eh, maybe." Jim laughs, grinned as two of the pigeons keeled over. That was fast. How much did we put in the bread?" Sebastian stared at one of the corpses. "Not that much."
Jim hummed a bit to himself, poked a corpse with his foot. "Weak little buggers." He smiled up at Seb, pleased. "Shall we get something to drink?"
When Sebastian moved up in his space, Jim stared up at him, face blank, searching, surveying those drooping eyebrows, the cute little way his eyes narrowed to slits, said shortly, "Call me Daddy," and Sebastian hesitated, considered, he lived for those orders, after all, muttered, "Yes, sir," Jim cocked his head to the side. Sebastian tried again. "...yes, Daddy." There was a tug at the side of Jim's lips, and he lifted a hand to stroke Sebastian's face, "I love how your eyes flicker when you say that word," his voice low, so smooth it came out as one sound, cut off when Jim set his lips on Sebastian, they kissed for a good ten seconds, and Sebastian punched him in the gut.
Had they been younger, it would've been so charming if they had stolen things for each other, cuff links or jewelry or those powders that Jim liked to play with or the cleaning cluids for Sebastian's guns. But their childhood shenanigans had evolved into something deeper, darker, so when Jim fumbled with a necklace he had bought for Molly, and it shattered as it hit the ground, he looked up at met eyes with his sniper, showed his teeth in a sly smile, "wanna try something fun?" he trilled, Sebastian rolled his eyes, "you're a fucking child," "then go buy one, rich boy", and Sebastian scowled, pushed onto his feet and made way for the door.