Fic: My God In Latex - Part 2 of ?
Title: My God In Latex (2/?)
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.
Part 1
"Very good," growls Sebastian. "I like a boi slut who knows how to use his mouth properly. I'll be putting that mouth to better use later. Now stand up and let me have a look at you."
Jim stands, eyes cast down, his cock standing up hard and leaking between his thighs. Seb circles him, crowding into his space, tall, solid and intimidating in his heavy boots and cap. He has to suppress a gasp of surprise as he steps behind Jim; there, nestled snugly between Jim's buttocks is the end of a thick black plug. Seb presses the end in and rotates it slowly, making Jim whimper.
"You filthy little fucker. How long've you been wearing that for, slut?"
Jim looks at him coyly from under his dark lashes. "All day," he purrs, licking his lips suggestively, "I had an inkling that you might be wanting to play tonight, Sir, and I wanted to be ready for you. I've been fucking myself on it all day, thinking about it."
Seb half wants to laugh at what a kinky little deviant fuck his boss is; the thought of him managing his criminal empire with his usual dispassionate genius, frightening the living fuck out of clients and enemies alike, whilst humping himself desperately on a butt plug all day is just too much. But Seb is really up for an evening of topping Jim in Jim's current kinky headspace and God knows the opportunity doesn't come along all that often. So rather than softening into amusement he schools his features to become hard and aloof.
"I see. Did you touch yourself, too, fuckslut?" At this, Seb grasps Jim's chin and forces head head up and back. Jim's eyes widen, first in surprise, and then in pain as Seb continues to twist his head up.
"No, Sir," he gasps.
"So, tell me, who exactly gave you permission to plug up your hole and fuck yourself like a bitch in heat? And creaming your pants too whilst you were doing it, I imagine? Who. Gave. You. Permission. To. Play. With. Your. Slutty. Dirty. Hole?"
Jim actually looks uncertain and afraid (amazingly, thinks Seb) at this unforeseen turn in the game. Seb releases Jim's chin, pulls his arm up behind his back and slaps him hard across the face, the thwack of the leather glove loud and sharp. "I asked you a question, cunt. Well?"
"No-one. Sir."
"You don't touch yourself or play with yourself or fucking look at yourself without my say so, fuckslut. All of this belongs to me, and if you touch without permission you get punished, yes?"
"Yes, Sir." Jim's voice is a whisper, but Seb notices with satisfaction that his cock is straining up just as hard as before, still leaking copiously.
"Bedroom, now." Seb hits Jim hard across the buttocks with the crop, continuing the beating until they're in the bedroom. "On the bed, on your back."
Seb hears Jim swallow a gasp and a squeak of arousal as he surveys their bed, spread with the thick, gleaming black latex cover. Seb backhands him across the face, sending him reeling backwards on to the bed. "I said on the bed." He climbs over Jim, straddling his prone form, Jim's cock between his spread legs, his erection smearing precome over the latex shorts. Seb reaches up and makes short work of buckling Jim's wrists into the leather cuffs that are always dangling attached to the head of their bed.
He leans forward, and kisses Jim savagely, his palm over Jim's nose, his tongue raping Jim's throat in a wet mass of saliva-choked gasps, not caring as his teeth press hard against Jim's mouth, cutting and bruising his lips. Jim begins to struggle as his breath is cut off, drowned in Seb's hot, violent kiss as he plunders Jim's mouth with his tongue. Seb allows him to take a quick, choking breath before kissing him again, this time the salt-sweet, copper tang of blood mixing with the heady, lemonbalm taste of Jim.
Jim gasps as Seb pulls away, running his leather covered hands down over Jim's neck, teasing at his pulse points, over his nipples, which are standing up hard and flushed red with his arousal, the silver rings piercing them shining brightly in contrast. Seb can't resist dipping his tongue into the hollow of Jim's throat, just below the Adam's apple, licking at the perspiration pooling there, tasting flesh, salt, a hint of shave balm; the unique masculine scent of Jim.
He licks down to Jim's armpits - God, is there anything of this man that doesn't smell so fucking good, so fucking delicious - even his fucking sweat? Seb laps at it, Jim wriggling, ticklish, and Seb decides to spare him that particular torture - for now, at least.
He licks and sucks at the nipples, biting gently, just teasing, pulling at the rings with his tongue. Jim twists underneath him, moaning at the stimulation, his rock hard cock bobbing against Seb's rubber-covered crotch as he kneels over him. Seb wriggles back, bending Jim's legs up and back so that he's kneeling between them. Seb grasps Jim's calves, one in each hand, and pushes them up and apart, lifting Jim's arse up off the the cover with a wet sound, Jim's back sticking to the thick rubber.
Seb props Jim's knees over his shoulders and reaches around to the top and side of the bed, where he attached the leather thigh restraints earlier. He loops the first around Jim's left thigh, tightening the strap so that Jim's leg is held up and to the side, and then does the same with the one on the other side, adjusting both until his thighs are held securely, restrained and wide apart. Seb props a latex cushion, also cunningly set by earlier for this very scenario, under Jim's backside, and settles back to admire the view.
The view of his Boss, arms cuffed to the top of the bed, thighs restrained and splayed wide open, his crotch and arse spread out, vulnerable, and all for Seb's pleasure.