Prompting Part XXV
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Warning for exhibitionism.
I should probably apologize for this entire fic in advance.
Welp.
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Sebastian has his rifle aimed and his finger on the trigger, about to press down when his concentration is broken by a shrill ringing from his back pocket. “Shit,” he mutters through clenched teeth, twisting on the concrete rooftop to get out his mobile. The caller ID makes him flinch and he flips the phone open hastily. “Jim. What do you want?”
“Are you busy, Sebastian?” asks Jim, probably from their flat with no regard whatsoever for Sebastian’s responsibilities.
“Am I busy,” Sebastian repeats with a groan. “Yes, Jim, I’m busy. I’m working.”
“Hmm, take a break.”
With a frustrated sigh, Sebastian says plainly, “I work for you, Jim.”
“That’s good,” is Jim’s reply, “because I can order you to take a break.”
“So you want me to forget about this hit, then?”
“That, Sebastian, is precisely what I want you to do.”
“Whatever, fine.” Sebastian sits up, stretches, and begins to pack away his rifle. “You want me to come home?”
“Mmm, no. Stay where you are.”
“Jim, I am on the roof of a ten-story building. What could you possibly want from me from up here?”
“What I want,” Jim says, and Sebastian can hear plainly the wicked smirk in his voice. He deals with that voice entirely too often, and he can’t help but sigh. “…is for you to tell me what you’re wearing.”
Sebastian isn’t sure whether to laugh or scoff. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“I may be crazy, but I’m also naked in our bed with two fingers in my arse and a hand on my cock. So, Colonel, are you going to indulge me or not?”
A small gasp escapes Sebastian’s throat as the words go straight to his dick, and Jim is sounding less fucking crazy by the second. “Right,” he breathes as he kneels to snap his rifle case shut with his one free hand. “Uh, I’m wearing a suit. Leather gloves - “
“Mm, take off the gloves, dear. You have lovely hands.”
Sebastian complies, using his teeth to pull the gloves off of each of his hands, so that he can keep the phone to his ear.
“How are you sitting?” Jim asks, and his voice sounds strained, as if he’s stretching his neck. He had his phone lying between his head and the pillow, Sebastian figures, and it really is a fantastic image - Jim stretching awkwardly, probably with an ache in his neck, but without a concern in the world other than that of having his hands free so that he can pleasure himself to the sound of Sebastian’s voice.
“I’m kneeling,” Sebastian says into the phone, and Jim lets out a soft moan. “Leaning back on my heels.”
“Mmm, wish you were kneeling for me.” Jim says it like it’s an offhand comments, almost, before he goes on to groan, “Oh I would fuck your pretty mouth so hard, Sebastian.”
“Fuck, Jim,” Sebastian mutters, fingertips brushing over the growing bulge in his trousers. “Give me an image to jerk off too.”
“Well someone’s demanding,” Jim chuckles, but he goes on anyway, “I’m spread-eagle in bed, both hands between my legs. My biceps are rubbing against my nipples - god I wish you were here to touch them, to lick them - “
“I’d toy with them between my teeth, flick my tongue the way you like…” It isn’t until Sebastian starts to talk dirty that he realizes the very real threat of being overheard. But, fuck it, he decided, because he gets a bit of a rush from the thought of any random, unsuspecting stranger having his sexual exploits shoved down their throat. He fingures he should probably be concerned, but he’s only more eager to get a hand on his cock. He spreads out his fingers, cupping himself through his trousers and hissing at the feels of the silky fabric on his sensitive skin.
“Oh, good - ohh - I’m fucking myself on my left hand, got three fingers in me now, Seb - ahh,” Jim moans, and Sebastian imagines he’s throwing his head back and writhing in the sheets.
“And you’re picturing it’s me?” Sebastian runs his palm along the length of his dick, trapping it against his thigh and rubbing it through the fabric.
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