Fic: My God In Latex - Part 3 of ?
Title: My God In Latex (3/?)
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
Part 2
Seb leans in and tongues wetly around Jim's plug-stretched hole. Jim doesn't taste exactly clean - he tastes bitter, and heavy, and dark - he tastes just like a man's arsehole does taste after a day of work and being fucked with a plug. But then, cleanliness when rimming has never been a problem for either of them; the deep, secret tastes and scents that they, and only they, get to sample, get to savour, are utterly sublime - one of the most private, most personal aspects of a person's being - other than fucking - are revealed. Or disembowelment, I suppose, Seb considers fleetingly as an aside. Yeah, drenching oneself in someone's warm blood and bile and viscera is pretty intimate. But not sexy. Apart from the blood, maybe. And the violence, and the sheer fucking screaming rush of ending someone's existence so brutally. Hmmmm. Whatever. Sebastian'll settle for the fact that it's not sex-on-a-fucking-stick in the way Jim Moriarty's arse currently is.
So, reveries aside, if Jim has a dirty arse, Seb'll slurp away at it until it's clean, and revel in it.
And, now, Jim's arse is dripping with Seb's saliva. "Oh, slut, you are so wet. That little plug can't possibly be filling you up properly, can it? I have something that will fill you right up - would you like that, darling?"
Seb removes the plug partly from Jim's arse, leaving the thickest part of it stretching his sphincter, nudging it slightly back and forwards. Jim moans and twists in his restraints, wanting to fuck himself on something, but finding no friction against his cock or prostate to get off on. Seb pulls the plug out completely, and rubs it over Jim's face, the saliva and the lube Jim'd used and anything else from his arse smeared all over him. "Oh, slut, that'll take a bit of cleaning up. How fortunate that you have such a talented tongue."
Seb rifles through their bedside table drawer, looking for the toys he stashed there earlier. Aha. He pulls out the - frankly - huge dildo he's bought specially to use on Jim's tender little arse. It's quite breath-taking, really, Seb thinks, covered with rows of studs that get larger as one works down its length, with a number of different vibration settings, from lightest prostate massage to full-on-knee-trembling fuck-me-til-I-scream reverberation. Even to Seb's pretty damned experienced eyes, it's a fucking monster, and he simply cannot wait to have it right up inside Jim's tight little slut arsehole. The other toy is a far more simple affair, but tried and tested and sure to get Jim writhing and begging. Mmmmm.
Seb straddles Jim's chest, rubber-covered arse blocking Jim's view of what he intends to do. Jim's cock is still rock hard, precome dribbling out on to his belly. Seb slicks the slippery fluid over the head and down around the shaft, Jim groaning and twisting against him, trying desperately to maintain enough friction to get himself off. "Uh, uh, uh." Seb moves his hand away and Jim growls. "This is about what I choose to give you, tonight, remember. So you be a good fuckslut and you lie back and you take it."
Jim feels something slide around behind his scrotum, grazing his perineum and making him buck slightly, gasping. Then there's pressure - not unpleasant - but insistent, up and over his balls and around his cock. There are a couple of soft 'clicks' and he then realises that Sebastian has locked him into a cock strap.
"Sebastian -"
Seb slaps his cock, hard enough to make him jump, and grasps his balls, rolling them between his gloved fingers firmly enough to make Jim groan and try to pull away. Seb waits, looking at Jim expectantly.
"Sir. Please. It's so tight, Sir, please."
"I don't think so; I think that'll do just fine. I need to keep a desperate little slut like you under control. Otherwise you'll be forgetting yourself and trying to come, and you don't get to come unless I think you deserve it."
-O-
Jim's already stretched out, from his day being plugged, but he's going to need to be extremely well lubricated to take the monster dildo. Seb removes his gloves, coats his hands and fingers with lube, and begins to massage Jim's swollen arsehole. "I am going to fill you up, my love, stretch you out until you cannot imagine taking any more, and then I am going to fuck you, nice and slowly, really take my time over it, make you moan for me because you know how much I love to hear you moaning. Bring you near to the edge, again and again, but not let you come until I want you to come. I want you gasping, I want you begging, I want you sobbing for me to let you come and, if you do gasp and beg and sob well enough, I may let you come. Do you understand, fuckslut?"
Judging by Jim's strangled half moan/half whimper of assent, Sebastian thinks that Jim understands only all too well.