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AU!post-reichenbach: After the “death” Jim hiding. After another nervous breakdown Moriarty tries to get into the old apartment unnoticed. Sebastian sees signs of penetration: it seems that the “deadman” alive.
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Old memories
With a low growl Moran commented on the missing of Moriartys lips, but once the pain in his shoulder spread over his body, he gasped for air. The biting ache mixed up with the desperate desire to be close to the other man, letting him claw his fingers into the soft back, drawing red lines through the fabric, as he let his hands scratch down. With a firm grip of the madmans arse, he yanked himself off the chair and in the next second he pressed Moriartys body down in the matress of the hospital bed. “You’ll gonna regret this…”, he hissed before he snapped for those so long missed lips, sucking on them until they got a bloody red colour.
His worry for the other man was gone, even though it lingered in the back of his head, waiting for one strange sound, one whimpering, just to come forth again, tearing the snipers mind apart because all he really wanted was to rub, to touch and to kiss every inch of the other mans body.
Letting out a low chuckle, having some disbelief resonating, Moriarty tried to fuel the fire even more. He wanted to see the worst of his best man. He wanted to see the tiger, the beast and he wanted to be torn apart and eaten alive by it. “We are in a hospital, there’s nothing they wouldn’t be able to fix.” He reminded the taller man of their location, before letting their lips meeting again and being taken by the sniper.
At the climaxing point of their little intercourse Jim must have passed out as a result of overexertion, since he just slowly came back to his senses, but it was worth it. That’s at least what he thought while blinking, a little disoriented, and slowly trying to figure out for how long he had fainted, where he and more important, in which state Sebastian was.
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Let’s start a clone war
The snipers body already tensed up again, when he felt the madmans lips on his back. It felt so good and he would have loved to ease down. But he knew the other man, he knew the lovely touches would turn right away and maybe he even anticipated the pain.
A shiver went trough his body shortly before Moriartys teeth burried themself into his back. With a loud, painfull moan he threw his head back. “Hnnnn god damn it boss!!”, he hissed frustrated, before he let his upper body sink in the matress again.
He hated this situation, the way he wasn’t allowed to fight back, but oh he would pay this back to his boss fully once his arm was healed again and he could return from London.
Feeling the hard cock against his arse, he coulnd’t hold back a dirty smirk. Of course all this made the madman horny and all he could hope now was, that he still would be able to sit in the damn plane tomorrow. “Easy now boss…. I still need my bloody arse tomorrow…”
Who was the tiger now?! Well, Moriarty still was rather a lunatic, than anything else, but at least he was most of the time able to control his mad side.
With a wide smirk on his lips and still having his crotch pressed against the snipers, now naked, back Jim started whispering: “But right now you’re firm little arse is mine! …. And only the now counts.” A little mad giggle followed, before the sweet torture of little kisses and sharp bites continued and stressed out Moran’s skin until he was covered in red marks. While Jim worked his lips and teeth over the military man’s back, he moved his burning crotch back and forth, rubbing his throbbing cock against the snipers cheeks and pushing dangerously down.
Sebastian most likely wouldn’t be able to take it without any preparations, since they didn’t had sex this way around for quite a while and the little madman didn’t expected the other man to play regularly with this part of his body.
Looking up and around hasty to try and locate any lube or anything able to being misused as it made the dark haired man realize, that he didn’t had any other chance, than to get up and search for one in the nearby drawer. With a little frown Moriarty moved his weight, with which he had the handicapped sniper pinned down, off said person, to move forward and being able to reach the piece of furniture. Jim just hoped the taller man wouldn’t use this chance to attack him.
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The first and last time they say goodbye to each other face to face…
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oh god oh god it’s the same room and the same door but opposite who’s leaving and don’t mind me, just in the corner crying a little
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