Jimmy, I’m soo bored….
Well then come home, Sebby darling… I’ll entertain you.
who the hell is him??
(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed…
“I missed you too, boss. You know? I touched myself for you on that rooftop. It was just me, the snow and you.” He grabs his lover’s hair and turn his face away from him. “Can you feel me, how much i missed this?” His erection it’s painfully vivid, so he drives Jim’s hand to his belt.
Moriarty let out a low groan of pleasure, he’s missed this, he’d missed Seb…
“Oh Seb,” He said hoarsely as his hands moved down to touch his favourite assassin, his throat still deliciously saw from the squeezing, “You’re so /hard/.”Seb undoes Jim’s trousers buttons and slips his hand into, slow as ever, touching his groin… Only when he feels the dick harden he goes under Jim’s boxer. “You want an handjob? You wont have it. I will touch you in the other place, in your secret place, that is only mine. I’ll make you cry like a lost child”. Wondering about some lube, Seb chooses to avoid it. Jim’s always ready.
Oh that’s cruel, Moriarty thinks to himself as Seb teases him with his hands, touching /everywhere/ apart from the one place he needs the assassin to touch.
Moriarty doesn’t beg, he never begs because that’s a sign of weakness but he wants to so badly right now, he wants to plead the stronger man to touch him, to fuck him. But he won’t Seb is playing a game and it’s best not to interrupt.
“Do it.” He demands impatiently moving his hands up Seb’s trousers, wanting to /feel/ him again after their long separation.“Keep calm, baby. You’ll have what you want…” For a little he just keep caressing Jim’s buttocks and eventually his crotch, and when he feels Jim’s wetness he shoves a finger in him. Jim is open for him and he knows exactly how and where touch him, he’s skilled at this. But then again he stops, and then goes on again and again, so slow. He wants Jim to cry for pleasure.
“Fuck!” Mortiarty said desperately his voice low with desire, his thoughts momentarily distracted from the consulting detective and focused entirely on his lovers skilled hands.
“I’m here baby, feel me. Feel my fingers, Jim.” He’s moving two fingers inside his lover, he know he’s going to beg… He become’s so sweet in these moments! But he needs to come soon, to fuck him properly. “Now open your legs for me, my love”. And when Jim (for once) do as told, he finally enters in him. Deeply, roughly, holding Jim’s hips firmly.
Moriarty almost screams in a mixture of ecstasy and pain as Seb rams into him aggressively. For a second or two the pain grew as Seb stretched him then suddenly, as his lover always did, he hit his magic spot and he let out a broken cry of pure pleasure unable to anything other than beg Seb to go harder.
He’s been too much time without fucking and he can’t go on with his “slow sex” game. He just pushes himself into Jim as faster as he can, holding him tight, pulling his hair… “Yes, baby. Scream for me, scream your pleasure for me! Oh Jim, oh fuck!”. He’s so near to come, he’s going crazy. He come soon, kissing Jim and strocking his cock.
(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed…
“I missed you too, boss. You know? I touched myself for you on that rooftop. It was just me, the snow and you.” He grabs his lover’s hair and turn his face away from him. “Can you feel me, how much i missed this?” His erection it’s painfully vivid, so he drives Jim’s hand to his belt.
Moriarty let out a low groan of pleasure, he’s missed this, he’d missed Seb…
“Oh Seb,” He said hoarsely as his hands moved down to touch his favourite assassin, his throat still deliciously saw from the squeezing, “You’re so /hard/.”Seb undoes Jim’s trousers buttons and slips his hand into, slow as ever, touching his groin… Only when he feels the dick harden he goes under Jim’s boxer. “You want an handjob? You wont have it. I will touch you in the other place, in your secret place, that is only mine. I’ll make you cry like a lost child”. Wondering about some lube, Seb chooses to avoid it. Jim’s always ready.
Oh that’s cruel, Moriarty thinks to himself as Seb teases him with his hands, touching /everywhere/ apart from the one place he needs the assassin to touch.
Moriarty doesn’t beg, he never begs because that’s a sign of weakness but he wants to so badly right now, he wants to plead the stronger man to touch him, to fuck him. But he won’t Seb is playing a game and it’s best not to interrupt.
“Do it.” He demands impatiently moving his hands up Seb’s trousers, wanting to /feel/ him again after their long separation.“Keep calm, baby. You’ll have what you want…” For a little he just keep caressing Jim’s buttocks and eventually his crotch, and when he feels Jim’s wetness he shoves a finger in him. Jim is open for him and he knows exactly how and where touch him, he’s skilled at this. But then again he stops, and then goes on again and again, so slow. He wants Jim to cry for pleasure.
“Fuck!” Mortiarty said desperately his voice low with desire, his thoughts momentarily distracted from the consulting detective and focused entirely on his lovers skilled hands.
“I’m here baby, feel me. Feel my fingers, Jim.” He’s moving two fingers inside his lover, he know he’s going to beg… He become’s so sweet in these moments! But he needs to come soon, to fuck him properly. “Now open your legs for me, my love”. And when Jim (for once) do as told, he finally enters in him. Deeply, roughly, holding Jim’s hips firmly.
(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed…
“I missed you too, boss. You know? I touched myself for you on that rooftop. It was just me, the snow and you.” He grabs his lover’s hair and turn his face away from him. “Can you feel me, how much i missed this?” His erection it’s painfully vivid, so he drives Jim’s hand to his belt.
Moriarty let out a low groan of pleasure, he’s missed this, he’d missed Seb…
“Oh Seb,” He said hoarsely as his hands moved down to touch his favourite assassin, his throat still deliciously saw from the squeezing, “You’re so /hard/.”Seb undoes Jim’s trousers buttons and slips his hand into, slow as ever, touching his groin… Only when he feels the dick harden he goes under Jim’s boxer. “You want an handjob? You wont have it. I will touch you in the other place, in your secret place, that is only mine. I’ll make you cry like a lost child”. Wondering about some lube, Seb chooses to avoid it. Jim’s always ready.
Oh that’s cruel, Moriarty thinks to himself as Seb teases him with his hands, touching /everywhere/ apart from the one place he needs the assassin to touch.
Moriarty doesn’t beg, he never begs because that’s a sign of weakness but he wants to so badly right now, he wants to plead the stronger man to touch him, to fuck him. But he won’t Seb is playing a game and it’s best not to interrupt.
“Do it.” He demands impatiently moving his hands up Seb’s trousers, wanting to /feel/ him again after their long separation.
“Keep calm, baby. You’ll have what you want…” For a little he just keep caressing Jim’s buttocks and eventually his crotch, and when he feels Jim’s wetness he shoves a finger in him. Jim is open for him and he knows exactly how and where touch him, he’s skilled at this. But then again he stops, and then goes on again and again, so slow. He wants Jim to cry for pleasure.
(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed…
“I missed you too, boss. You know? I touched myself for you on that rooftop. It was just me, the snow and you.” He grabs his lover’s hair and turn his face away from him. “Can you feel me, how much i missed this?” His erection it’s painfully vivid, so he drives Jim’s hand to his belt.
Moriarty let out a low groan of pleasure, he’s missed this, he’d missed Seb…
“Oh Seb,” He said hoarsely as his hands moved down to touch his favourite assassin, his throat still deliciously saw from the squeezing, “You’re so /hard/.”
Seb undoes Jim’s trousers buttons and slips his hand into, slow as ever, touching his groin… Only when he feels the dick harden he goes under Jim’s boxer. “You want an handjob? You wont have it. I will touch you in the other place, in your secret place, that is only mine. I’ll make you cry like a lost child”. Wondering about some lube, Seb chooses to avoid it. Jim’s always ready.
(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed…
“I missed you too, boss. You know? I touched myself for you on that rooftop. It was just me, the snow and you.” He grabs his lover’s hair and turn his face away from him. “Can you feel me, how much i missed this?” His erection it’s painfully vivid, so he drives Jim’s hand to his belt.
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(licking his lips he tightens his hands around Jim’s neck, just a little, resisting the urge to tighten more and more… he would really like to see jim cry and beg, but not now…) yes, boss. i know you like it rough and i’ll give it to you, but slowly… i want to see your pretty face all blushed and tender…
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blockI’m at yout…
(caressing Jim’s neck with his lips and fingers, slowly…) I can feel it and it’s exactly how i dreamt it it boss. In my dreams i tightened my hands around your neck, just a little.. But i could not do it now, i’d never ever hurt you… (suddenly bites him) But this wont hurt you, i know (smirks)
blockI’m at yout feet, sir.Oh are you. Well that’s a rather inconvenient place to be, get up!Where else should i stay? You…
You smell nice boss, when i was alone on that bloody rooftop i dreamt about kissing your neck and drowning in your scent…
blockI’m at yout feet, sir.Oh are you. Well that’s a rather inconvenient place to be, get up!Where else should i stay? You didn’t tell me about next hit, sir.
Oh I can think of many places I would rather you be than my feet…
May i dare to be in your warm arms? I was so uncomfortable in that stupid little cold bed in Syberia.
