Jim/Seb PwP Mature
I haven't posted because I've been trying to practice. So that's pretty much what my one shots are, practice. Please do no take then seriously.
Very few people in the world had the honor of saying they could slip unseen past Sebastian Moran and, much to his constant dismay, Jim Moriarty was not one of those talented individuals. Even in sleep, the ex soldier's mind was too attuned to a life of constant violence to allow anything to pass unnoticed.
So it came as no surprise that Jim had tiptoed no more than a foot into the bedroom before Moran gave a gravelly grunt of acknowledgment from where he lay sprawled on the bed. Jim heaved an aggrieved sigh at being caught out but didn't alter is course in any way, Sebastian could be conscious all he wanted, Jim would still have his fun. From where he lay naked on his stomach, tangled in Jim's ridiculous blue silk sheets, Seb grunted once more, warning Jim that shenanigans would not be appreciated at this hour.
Jim only ripped the sheets away and gave the man's arse a sharp smack that was quickly drowned out by Sebastian's angry bark of protest. Giving no sign of having heard, Jim divested himself of his jacket before clambering onto the bed and straddling Moran's thighs. The skin prickled and trembled where Jim's fingers slowly trailed, first drifting down well muscled back before affectionately cupping his arse. Cocking his head he admired the picture Sebastian made beneath him, his servant and companion, his executioner and lover. A man of enviable mental and physical endurance reduced to a trembling heap beneath his steady hand.
Having learned in the past to let Jim alone during his silences, Moran forced himself to lay still, arms curled beneath his pillow to hide the embarrassing way his fingers clutched convulsively at the bedsheets. Though the rest of him was still, Jim's hands kneaded the firm flesh beneath his fingers, thumbs slowly circling closer and closer to the juncture of Sebastian's thighs. Cock throbbing painfully, Seb knew he was unraveling too quickly and only managed to remain still by reciting a constant litany of ways in which he WOULD kill Jim come morning. The tortuous massage seemed never ending and had he known his companion less truly, he'd have suspected that the touches were subconscious, unintentional.
As if having heard the thought, Jim dropped all pretense of gentleness and quickly spread him open, grinding his erection against the man's bared entrance. Though he managed to bite back the groan that filled his throat, his hips were less cooperative and Sebastian couldn't help grinding grinding his arse against Jim's cock once
twice
The third time his ass thrust backwards it met only air and the sudden lack of heat and friction drew a pained whimper that Sebastian was unable to contain. Jim hissed, his pet's pathetic cry causing his cock to strain painfully against his now much too tight trousers. Quickly divesting himself of the remainder of his clothing, Jim leveled an approving eye on his pet's once more still form. He caressed muscled calves, running his hands lightly upwards before lightly gripping the man's hips, his gentleness an acknowledgment of Moran's progress in submission.
When first they'd fucked, it had been near indistinguishable from brawling. Always it had come in the chaotic aftermath of a job, their hands smelling of discharged guns and the heady satisfaction of another battle survived flooding them with endorphins. Moran was always horny after a job and Jim simply hadn't been one to let that go to waste. Jim refocused on the submissive mercenary he had pinned beneath him. Oh yes, his pet truly had learned. Still…
He moved too quickly for Moran to do more than choke on his name. Planting one hand firmly on the base of Seb's spine, Jim snatched a handful of blonde hair and pulled viciously, bowing the man until he could sink his teeth into the base of his neck. There Sebastian hung, a puppet supported by the skin of his neck and the roots of his hair and the sheer ownership of it had Jim growling through a mouthful of broken skin and blood.