Fic: My God In Latex - Part 1 of ?
Title: My God In Latex (1/?)
Author: KoreArabin
Relationship: Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, kink, homosexual relationships, latex
Notes: Jim fancies a bit of kinky rough. With latex. Seb is only too happy to oblige.
Sebastian can pinpoint the exact date on which when he and Jim first discovered their mutual love of rubber. They've always both been turned on by leather; well, by the shiny black leather gloves they don when it's time to fuck the other over, indulging in a spot of interrogation and torture play.
Jim's moans of arousal when Seb forcibly strips him and ties him down, making him watch Seb slowly pull the tight black gloves down over his long, elegant sniper's hands, followed by the whimpers of pain as he subjects him to an extremely thorough, extremely intimate, extremely invasive body search, shoot straight down to Seb's groin, his cock rock hard and leaking against the crotch of his trousers.
But, anyway, back to rubber. Their newest, favouritest, game was sparked by one of their sporadic forays into the seedier parts of Soho. For a man who could summon any number of pantechnicons full of sex gear to be personally delivered to him at the press of a button, Jim prefers a more hands on approach, slipping out at night through the dark backstreets, usually looking distinctly rent-boyish in close-fitting, ripped jeans and a thin, too tight t-shirt that shows off his pierced nipples, his hair gelled up and spiky in a way that makes him look very young and very vulnerable.
He adores visiting the nastiest, dirtiest backstreet gay clubs, letting the men come on to him, attracted by his slim, tight arse and his boyish good looks. And he likes having Seb let them know in no uncertain terms that Jim is his property, his bitch, for the purposes of Jim's little game, anyway, french-kissing him as filthily as possible and rubbing Seb's crotch suggestively whilst the disappointed johns look on, their eyes dark and hungry.
It was in one of the many sex shops catering particularly for the gay community that Seb suddenly realised that Jim was standing stock still, transfixed by a rack of sex dvds. The one that had caught his eye was a German import, apparently, and the cover showed a well-muscled, oiled up man in gleaming latex shorts and a peaked military cap, holding a leather strap and a tangle of cuffs and chains. "Oh God, Sebby. You would look absolutely fucking delicious like that. You could do some very bad, nasty things to Daddy dressed like that. I want it."
Jim had then dragged Seb outside and allowed him to fuck him very hard and very fast against the wall of the dark alleyway, impaled on Seb's cock, his legs wrapped tightly around his waist. When they'd got home, Jim had had Seb lick his come-filled arse nice and clean, before giving an apparently insatiable Jim two very long and very enjoyable blow jobs, one after the other.
And Seb enjoyed that very, very much. So knowing what Jim wants, he's damned well going to ensure that Jim gets it. Always. Which is why Seb came in early this evening from the gym, to prepare the flat, and why he is now standing surveying himself in the mirrored wall of the bedroom, his pumped up muscles gleaming with oil, his heavy Army boots polished and laced up tightly, and his crotch and arse beautifully outlined by the gleaming, skin tight, black latex shorts he's wearing. He buttons the shiny new gloves he bought for this very evening, and adjusts the black leather cap so that it shades his eyes. With a last quick sweep around the bedroom, he wanders through to the lounge, sits in the leather recliner, takes a swig of his beer, and waits.
He hears Jim come in, kick off his shoes and place his keys on the hall table. "Seb, are you cooking tonight, because I am...." Whatever Jim was about to say trails off in mid-sentence as he drinks in the sight of his lover sitting back in the chair, legs spread and gloved hand tapping a riding crop lightly against his heavy boot.
"Jesus, Sebastian."
"Tonight, slut, I am not Sebastian or Seb. Tonight, you address me as Sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sebas- I mean, Sir."
To have the fearsome criminal mastermind Jim Moriarty practically salivating, whispering the honorific as if he's about to cream his trousers, is almost enough to have Seb pinning him up against the wall, licking and kissing and biting as he strips Jim of his clothes as fast as he possibly can. But that isn't what Jim wants tonight, and it isn't what Seb wants to do to Jim right now, either.
"Strip."
Jim removes his clothing as quickly as he can, taking care not to crease the expensive garments. For all his excitement, his desire to be taken strictly in hand by the latex-clad god in front of him, his meticulousness is second nature, and Seb has to stifle a fond grin. Once he's totally naked, Seb beckons him over. "Here. Kneel between my legs. Spread your thighs. Hands behind your back."
Seb runs the leather tip of the riding crop teasingly along the underside of Jim's cock, rubbing lightly at the sensitive head, smearing the precome that's already beading there, before moving it lower and giving the base of Jim's ball sack a couple of sharp taps. Jim gasps and bucks a little, but his cock remains rock hard and dripping between his spread thighs.
"Tonight, I am going to do all those nasty, dirty things that you fantasise about having done to you. All the darkest, dirtiest, filthiest things you've ever moaned to yourself over, I'll do to you. I am going to make you moan, and cry, and scream, and beg - possibly all at the same time - and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you beg me to let you come afterwards. How does that sound to you, slut?"
Jim exhales, shakily. "Very good, Sir. Please, Sir."
"Please Sir, what?"
"Make me do all those things. Sir, please."
"You can start by cleaning these shorts for me. I want them sucked and licked and polished clean - use your slut mouth - no hands allowed. If you make a really good job of it, I'll let you lick the inside clean too, later, after I've come in them."
Jim presses his face to Seb's gleaming, bulging crotch. The smell of the latex and the feeling of Seb's hard cock and balls, hot and firm but yielding slightly as he sucks and tongues at the fabric, is utter sensory heaven. "More. I want to hear you."
Jim slurps noisily at the latex, moaning gently, rubbing his nose and face against the saliva slicked material. Seb shifts forwards in the chair and Jim sucks and licks lower, behind the bulge of Seb's balls and into the crease where the latex outlines his buttocks. "Mmmm - more there. I want these gleaming. And it'll be good practice for when I sit on your slutty, come-stained face later, and let you lick me out."
Seb smiles and leans his head back against his arms, crossed behind his head, watching the dark head bobbing between his legs as Jim slurps and suckles. Oh yes, Jim is most definitely going to be getting it tonight.