Colonel Sebastian Moran At Your Service

thewomanwhobeatyou:

-Irene smirked when she realised that Sebastian was a masochist as she ran her nails over the marks she had made previously, deciding what to do next. The crop was laying over Sebastian’s chest, awaiting its owner’s next move. She carefully considered the man before her, settling on not going for his face.

She grasped the riding crop firmly again and lashed out at Seb’s forearm and the palms of his hands, knowing those areas to be particularly receptive to pain from a brief study she had undertaken on anatomy to improve her abilities-

-Seb was enjoying himself more and more and it was starting to show. As Irene brought the crop down on the open palms of his hands, he gave up completely on pretending he could take or leave this and pushed his body forward again, against the restraints, trying to get more of this treatment from Adler. There was something extremely appealing about an intelligent woman, and Seb hadn’t expected to be outsmarted by a high class prostitute.

She seemed to be pondering her next course of action, and Sebastian stared up at her hopefully. There was no way he was going to beg . No way at all. But Jesus Christ he needed her to continue. -

moriartylikestoplaygames:

Jim’s breath hitched, catching in his dry throat as he felt Seb’s hand pressed lightly against his groin, making his lower body throb with anticipation. It wasn’t enough, he wanted more, and what Jim Moriarty wanted, he took. So rutting forwards into the other man’s hands, Jim didn’t bother disguising his anamilistic need, a low groan escaping his open lips.

Raking his eyes hungrily over Seb’s almost nude form, Jim bit his lip sending his sniper a lascivious look as he caught his eyes.

Sebastian got the message and instantly applied more pressure, watching the arousal and dark delight appear on Jim’s face as he did so. He had to get this right, to prove he was good enough to be allowed to do this. He never wanted Jim to need another person to touch him ever again.

The sniper got to work on Jim’s underwear, hooking his fingers beneath the material and slowly freeing Jim’s erection. He took it in his hand and stared down at Jim, giving him total control of what happened now.

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