Prompting Part XXV
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“I’m fairly certain that I’m allowed to initiate it. So, tell me what you’re wearing. And don’t say your work denims, make up something sexy. You were doing well the first time.”
Sebastian let out the long suffering sigh of some who knows that he’s lost. “Black trousers. Black pullover. The clothes I wear when I’m doing a night time hit.”
“Mmmm, gloves I presume?”
“Leather ones, of course. Not going to risk leaving fingerprints even in your fantasy.”
“I’m ignoring the parts of this conversation that I don’t like. So tell me, where are we?”
“A dark alley way, almost impossible to see anything.” Sebastian shoved more sketches off of his workbench and sat down, leaning back against the wall.
“A alleyway, Seb? I’m not having it off with you in an alley way, do you know what that would do to my suit?”
“Who’s running this fantasy, exactly?”
“I’m just pointing out, if you’re going to be picky about hypothetical fingerprints then I’m going to worry about my hypothetical suit.” Jim replied as he picked a bit of lint off of his knee. He didn’t like for his suits to get dirty. Because hello. Westwood.
“Oh, Christ.”
“I couldn’t be farther from that, hon. Make it a rooftop.”
“Seriously? A roof- oh fine. We’re on a rooftop. It’s midnight, I’m packing away my rifle; I’ve already completed the hit for the night.”
“Oh, you’re always in such a good mood after a good assassination.’ Jim adjusted in his chair and pressed the heel of his hand against his growing erection. “Are you hard for me yet?”
Sebastian leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. “Of course. You know how I feel after a good, clean hit. Hard as a rock and ready to find you and bend you over the closest surface.”
“I’m waiting at the door for you, I love seeing the look on your face when you’re like this. It’s like staring down a wild animal that’s ready to attack.”
Sebastian thumbed open his denims and pushed his hand inside, rubbing himself through the thin material of his briefs. “I want you. Badly. I want to cross the rooftop and rip that prissy little suit of yours off and lick and bite every inch of your skin, want to taste all of you and drive you mad.”
“My suit is not priss-“
“James.” Sebastian’s voice came out in a low growl.
Jim’s hand was down the front of his own trousers in a heartbeat.
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More, please. :')
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And sorry to both of you for being evil xD
The next part should be up tomorrow!
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