Jim Moriarty saying ‘Sebastian’
Jim arched his back, a frustrated moan escaping his lips as he tried his best to contain his reaction to the biting. As much as Sebastian was right, it wasn’t in Jim’s mind to back down, ever; to do such a thing would one, hurt his ego and two, destroy the pride he had over the sniper. But god, Sebastian’s hands, voice, lips and teeth…they were just too addicting, too good to worry about any of those things. “B-Bastard…I can hold out much longer.” He muttered, nimble hands wandering down from his chest, unbuckling his belt quickly to force his hands down Sebastian’s trousers, gripping and pushing against him hard to induce another reaction.