[ Seb levers himself up, throws Jim a disgusted glare, and hoists his pants back on, over his erection. ]
Don’t expect that again.
[ Except that even as he says it, Seb knows he’ll probably end up on another dirty mattress here, there or anywhere, mouth around Jim’s cock.
Because— much as he’d like to delude himself otherwise— Seb has never been any good at maintaining control. ]
you're quite a looker ;)
why thank you sweetheart, why don’t you give me your name so you can see me in person?
[ And then just like that, Little Jim has a Moran face attacted to it. He can’t deny that his manhood is positively twitching, begging for Seb to stop being such a twat and just get on to the rough and dirty part.
Scratch that, we’re already dirty.
But then Seb does stop being a twat and does something that makes Jim emit a sound like he’s never heard before. His voice cracks, though he’s not quite sure how that worked since he’s not talking. Breathing is just getting more and more difficult as Seb becomes more and more adventurous, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control he possesses to not grab the back of Seb’s head and-
Wait. Self-control? What is that?
Jim’s hands find their way to the back of Seb’s head and he gets more and more turned on every time Seb gags on his cock.]
Jesus fucking Christ, Moran.
[Seb would love to respond to Jim’s obscenities with a few of his own, including perhaps a quick throttling because as much as he might enjoy sucking cock he doesn’t enjoy choking on it.
Instead, he hums deep in his throat, determined now to make Jim come as quickly as he can. Let’s get this over and done with. ]
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[ Jim grins smugly as Seb writhes beneath him.
God-
Ah, yes. Where is your God now? That’s right. He’s right down here. Hello there. Jim just breathes in the proximity of Seb’s… issue… He’s really an awful tease, and he doesn’t do blowjobs. Never will he…
He starts off slow, near the base, tracing his way up and digging his minimal nails into Jim’s backside, pressure and pain offsetting his slow and languid teasing trail.
He breaks contact with Jim’s skin, pausing so close that he knows Jim will be able to feel his breath, before taking Jim in his mouth and going to it.
He takes it slow at first, moving gently and using his tongue as much as he can. Taste’s not great, he thinks— as much as he can think, anyway, caught between the feeling on Jim’s cock moving in his mouth, against his cheeks, his throat, and his own uncomfortably taunt member pushing at the juncture of his pants.
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I'm not frigid. Not to people who are decent human beings.
Whatever you say, sunshine. If your legs don’t open, I couldn’t give a fuck less.
