Bobby and James have had a long day at the office. The aftermath of Hermes' little nightmare have taken a long time to get squared away... though mercifully, things have squared away at last: there's decent money coming in again
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Once the two are in the garage, and the garage door's closing, Bobby grabs James by the collar of his suit jacket, forcing his face into the wall beside a few items. Among them the handcuffs he takes off the wall and starts to fit onto James. "So I've been thinking about this for a while, biker trash," he murmurs into James' ear in a hiss as he goes about getting the cuffs into place.
He wasn't even expecting it, things had been so easy for so long that it had been the last thing on his mind. But the moment that chin met wall, James whimpered, eyes closing with a silent prayer of thanks. "Oh god. Oh Sir. Missed you." Groaning out the words, arching back to try and grin to Bobby.
Bobby swats the back of James' head once his wrists are secure behind his back. "Been right here, you stupid cocksucker," he growls. "So do you know what makes tonight special? Three guesses, and then you're getting punished for not knowing." He pulls a pair of heavy-duty shears off a hook- and slides them up the sleeve of James' suit coat.
That's an expensive suit that he's just slit from wrist to elbow.
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That's an expensive suit that he's just slit from wrist to elbow.
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