John struggled until his body gave out from exhaustion but somehow Moriarty didn't seem to have tired at all.
'D-Don't. Please.' The soldier panted, putting his arms up in a last ditch, feeble attempt of stopping the consulting criminal. Jim chuckled and battered the hands away, unbuttoning the doctors jeans in the same movement.
'Front or back?' Moriarty asked almost sweetly. John blinked.
'Whu?' And it seemed his voice wasn't working either. The criminal mastermind gave a condescending glance and sat back on his haunches.
'You can choose. On your front or on your back, I don't particularly care which. Just be quick about it or I'll decide for you.' The Irishman explained curtly.
'Front.' John said, knowing that-in the eyes of the law-by deciding this he had basically just said yes, but at this point he couldn't really care less. It was going to happen no matter what so he wanted to be comfortable. Before he could think on the subject anymore he found himself facing the ground, having been skilfully flipped by the dark haired criminal. Sighing in defeat, John spread his legs, wanting to save himself from as much pain as possible. Moriarty chuckled and slipped his hands under the waistband of the doctors pants, swiftly pulling both them and his jeans to mid-thigh level. With a hum of approval, the consulting criminal prepared himself and fished a bottle of lube out of his jacket pocket. John heard his movements and looked back with a raised eyebrow.
'Don't look at me like that, I plan to be doing this again soon-if without the outside aspect-I won't be able to if your still healing from this time.' Jim said, warming the lube up with his fingers before pushing on of the slicked digits into the doctors entrance. John bit down on the sleeve of his jumper, desperate not to make noise. They were in bright daylight in a public park, for Christ's sake! Anyone could walk by and see them. A second finger joined the first and gently stretched apart. A needy moan escaped the soldiers lips as he tried to contain himself. Jim let loose a filthy chuckle as he had a third, clearly becoming impatient. John relaxed as much as he physically could, breathing deeply in an attempt to stay calm.
Just as he had gotten used to the feeling of the digits moving in and out of him, they were removed completely and replaced by Moriarty's shaft sliding in up to the hilt. This time, the doctor couldn't suppress the scream so he muffled it instead by biting down hard on his woollen jumper. He hadn't expected Moriarty to be careful with him and so he wasn't surprised when the criminal mastermind set a fast pace and stuck to it, pounding into the doctor. John groaned as Jim reached round to stroke his member, by now the doctor was far too gone to care about who it was behind him and how wrong the whole situation was. His stomach was beginning to knot and he was certain he had been babbling incessantly for the past five minutes. He heard a filthy chuckle from behind him and the Irishman's lips brushed past his ear.
'Six minutes and twelve seconds, actually.' He whispered breathily before moving is mouth to the tanned neck and clamping down hard with his teeth, drawing blood as he climaxed at the same time. The feeling pushed John over the edge as well and he fell into a white-hot, blinding void.