Prompting Part XXV
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“You’re jerking off, yes?”
“Mmm.”
“Good, good, now, picture this, Sebby.” Jim groans, and Sebastian can tell too well from the sound of his voice that he’s nearing climax. “I’m in front of you, on my knees, with my mouth open. Every time the head of your cock slips out from your hand, it rubs across my lips. I’m flicking my tongue out whenever you come near, I want to taste you so badly.”
Sebastian’s hand moves faster, still, as he brings himself off to Jim’s voice.
Jim is panting, now, into the phone as his own orgasm approaches. “On every thrust of your perfect, strong hips, you’re smearing pre-come across my mouth, my lips are pink and shiny with it but I don’t clean them, no. Desecrate me, darling. Make me dirty. Make me yours. Come all over my face and neck, and let everyone see how much I want it. Everyone can see you come undone and I - ohh.”
Sense memory - wonderful thing, Sebastian thinks. Because it paints him a perfectly vivid image of Jim’s orgasm when he hears the all too familiar sounds of it: low means, high gasps, a mutter of “Moran,” which Sebastian never understood but always liked quite a bit.
“Shit, Jim, Sebastian mutters, picturing Jim’s thighs quivering, the smooth expanse of Jim’s pale skin as he splays himself out across the sheets, Jim’s lips shaking as he tries to sloppily kiss Sebastian during the height of his orgasm. And before he can really take note of it, Sebastian is spurting all over his hand and the cement. “Shit.” He wipes his hand on the rooftop.
“Well,” Jim yawns; Sebastian hears him groan and crack his neck as he sits up and stretches. “We’ve got to do that more often, don’t you think, Sebastian?”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Sebastian fumbles to tuck himself back intro his trousers with one hand.
“Did you come onto the roof?”
“Yeah?”
“Good. Leave it for some poor sucker to find,” Jim says, and Sebastian sighs. “Now, come home to me right fucking now.
“Will do, boss,” Sebastian tells Jim with a smirk.
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This is amazing and hot. You are wonderful, don't apologize for this, I LOVE it. Especially this little detail:
a mutter of “Moran,” which Sebastian never understood but always liked quite a bit.
Yes. Magnificent.
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