It didn’t take much more for Jim to hit his climax, especially when he felt Sebastian coming inside him. Gasping and letting out a noise, Jim bit his lip as he came, making a mess of his hand, stomach, and Sebastian’s shirt. Panting, he slumped against the other and rested his head on his shoulder.
Just sitting there, relishing in the pleasure, Jim leaned and kissed Sebastian once more, a smile on his face. He hummed contentedly and the slowly pulled off, before letting out a small gasp when Sebastian slipped out. Curling up on top of the other, Jim wrapped his arms around the bigger man.
Nuzzling into his neck, Jim closed his eyes. He knew that soon, after the exertion, he’d be asleep, but he didn’t want to move. “You’re going to have to move me…” He muttered and then kissed Sebastian’s cheek.
Sebastian held Jim as he orgasmed and afterwards, while Jim was kissing him, he took off his shirt that Jim was wearing, and wiped away the mess, throwing the soiled garment on the ground as Jim curled up against him. Jim wrapped his arms around Sebs torso and Sebastian leaned back, arms over the back of the sofa.
“Mmm.” He muttered his assent when Jim muttered into his neck. His smirk twitched upwards as Jim kissed him. He quickly shifted Jim so that the other man was sitting next to him, and he took the opportunity to reaadjust his pants and trousers, leaving off the belt. Without moving Jim, he pulled out the sofa into a bed and, going into the closet, found a large blanket for them. The smell of blood hit him and he glanced into the bathroom, looking disinterestedly at the corpse that was there. He grabbed his phone off the counter and began to send out orders to a few of his men regarding the cleanup that would have to take place tomorrow and then turned out the lights, throwing the phone onto the chair and the blanket over the sofa-turned- bed.
Jim had already picked a side and he got under the blanket as well, moving so that Jim was curled up near him, his hand on Jims ribcage. He leaned down and kissed Jim softly on the back of his neck, just barely brushing his lips across the skin. That was his goodnight and Sebastian found himself falling asleep quite easily, knowing that the man who had tried to hurt Jim was quite well and truly dead.
Yelping when Sebastian’s hand connected with his ass, Jim growled some, though he didn’t stop. Kissing Sebastian roughly, he continued to move his hips, riding him faster, as he’d requested. Jim rested his head on the other’s man’s shoulder, moaning out as he moved. At a particularly hard thrust, he let out another whimper, one no one in the world but Sebastian would ever hear.
Jim let his head fall back as he slid a hand between them, stroking himself in time with the thrusts of his hips, his other hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin, leaving red marks that were sure to last. “Oh, fuck.” Jim managed out and gasped. As his eyes rolled back, he let out a slur of words in other languages, before looking to Sebastian.
He was close to climax and by now, all he wanted was for the man under him to come. Leaning down again, Jim captured Sebastian’s lip in a deep kiss. Nipping at his lip and tongue, Jim began to whimper into it, as his orgasm drew near.
Sebastian let Jim do the work, sitting back and enjoying the waves of pleasure that moved through him, making his usually stock still hands shake if he wasn’t holding onto Jim. When Jim whimpered Sebastian grabbed the man hard, pulling at his ass as he continued to ride his employee. “God-” his throat cut off whatever was coming next and turned it into a growl. That sound should not be allowed.
Sebastian felt Jim helping himself along and normally, Seb thought, he would do it for Jim but if he wasn’t asking, why ruin something that was turning out to be amazing? Besides, Jim pleasuring himself for him, because of him, that idea alone was turning him on even more. The pain of Jims nails in his shoulder, steady rhythm of Jim on his cock, everything was pushing Sebastian towards his climax, a point he wanted to delay for as long as possible.
And then Jim kissed him and whimpered. Sebastian pulled at Jims legs once more, desperate, and then came inside Jim, rolling his own hips unconsciously. He reached up and held onto Jims face and neck, kissing him passionately as he felt the orgasm leave him drained and incredibly satisfied.
Still rolling his hips against Sebastian’s, Jim dipped his head down to kiss the other’s temple, head, and neck. In this state, he was more than willing to do whatever the other wanted, so, when he slowly pushed inside him, Jim allowed it.
Moaning once Sebastian was hilt-deep in him, Jim began to rock his hips, holding onto the other’s shoulders. Whimpering slightly, he rolled against Sebastian. Gripping some, Jim looked him in the eyes and smirked. “Enjoying yourself, Sebby?” He cooed and then let out a slight moan. “Perfect way to relax, isn’t it?”
Dipping his head down again, Jim kissed as Sebastian’s neck once more, nipping some and then sucking at the spot where his neck and shoulder met, biting and tonguing until there was a decent mark there, his hips moving a bit harder as he rode Sebastian.
If this was the thank you Sebastian would receive every time after he killed a man in front of Jim he would have to do it more often. Jim whimpered and Seb felt something animalistic in his gut, right below his navel, and he pulled on Jims thighs, encouraging the other man. His nails left harsh red scratches on Jims legs from the inside of his thighs to his knees. Jim was moving against him in a way that should not have been allowed to happen, and Sebastian couldn’t imagine a better way to end an evening.
Jim spoke again, caught his eyes and after Sebastian knew that Jim would never let him live this down; just the heavy breathing that was coming out of his own mouth were terribly incriminating. Jim began to kiss Sebastians neck, his hips pushing hard against the other man and that was pretty much the end of any restraint that Seb had managed to show up until then.
“Oh fuck yes.” Sebastian muttered, slapping Jims ass, nearly hard enough to bruise. It was not at all appropriate considering the circumstances from which he had delivered Jim about an hour before, but he couldn’t help himself. His hands reached underneath the dress shirt and he held onto the small of Jims back, his nails digging in to the mans skin. “C’mon.” he growled, moving his head and finding Jims lips even with his eyes closed “you can go faster than that.” Seb said huskily, pulling and biting at Jims lips, demanding more from the most selfish man he knew to be alive.
Jim enjoyed the noises that the other as making as he bobbed his head, his hands on his thighs. Despite his drunken state, he still knew that he was very good at what he did. Dragging his teeth up gently, Jim moaned around Sebastian, before pulling up.
Trailing his tongue along the underside of the other’s member, he stroked him slowly, eyes locked on his face as he swirled his tongue around the head. Pulling back, Jim stroked Sebastian a bit harder, before moving to crawl back on top of him.
Sliding onto his lap, Jim rolled his hips against Sebastian’s, his hands on the other’s cheeks as he leaned down to kiss him deeply, nipping at the other’s lip and sliding his tongue past them, toying with the other’s, his hips still moving. “Mnn..”
Sebastian couldn’t help what was coming out of his mouth, his eyes fluttering in a state of extreme pleasure as Jim sucked him off. It was absolutely ridiculous how good this man was. Seb really had no other experience that came near to describing it. Waves of sensation filtered through his body and he groaned as Jims mouth left him, tugging on the other mans hair in a way that made it apparent that he missed the feeling, but not demanding that Jim continue.
Instead Jim crawled onto his lap his ass pushed against Sebastian, “Jesus-” before Jim leaned down to kiss him fiercly, pulling at his lips with his teeth. Sebastian obliged Jim, pulling him closer, one hand around his neck, the other on his thigh. Jim was wearing just his shirt and for some reason that made him incredibly appealing.
And then Jim was grinding up against him. Sebastian groaned into Jims mouth and then moved his hands, adjusting himself so he lined up with Jim, and then, moving a hand to Jims hip, slowly guided the other man down onto him.
Moving his hand over the other’s skin, Jim smirked some, before leaning to kiss Sebastian lightly. “Thank you for protecting me, Sebby.” He said and then squeezed the other some, moving his hand slowly on the other’s member, before slipping it out.
Jim undid the other’s belt and slipped it off, before dropping it to the floor. Scooting down, he pulled the other’s trousers and pants down. It wasn’t long, before Jim had his mouth on Sebastian, moving his head slowly, tongue swirling around him. “Mn.” Closing his eyes, he bobbed slowly.
For a moment, Jim got lost in what he was doing, before he finally looked up at Sebastian, giving him a lustful look, but not acting upon anything more than taking the other into his throat deeper, taking him in fully.
Sebastian couldn’t give a damn about restricting the noises that came from his mouth. He groaned, rather loudly, as Jim took his cock in his hand, undoing his belt and pushing away his trousers. Jim slid off his lap and onto the floor and Sebastians hand was in his hair. He didn’t put any pressure on the other man, he simply kept his hand there, feeling Jim move.
This felt incredible. Jims mouth had never felt so welcoming and he clenched his fist in the mans hair, not pulling on it, just holding him there. If Sebastian had ever doubted Jims skill with his tongue he regretted every word. Seb moaned as Jim murmured, he actually felt the vibrations around him.
When Jim stopped Sebastian looked down at him and caught his eye. The look in the other mans face made him inhale sharply as Jim began to suck on him again. “Oh… God” Sebastian breathed, letting the sensations of Jims mouth around him completely chase away the tension that he had been carrying for the past few hours.
“I know.” Jim sighed some and then watched the other walk over. Picking the whiskey, he waited until he had it and then downed a good portion of it. He knew he’d regret it, but, it was worth it, to stop at least some of the pain. Once the stitches were done, Jim thanked Sebastian.
The way his hair was ruffled, in Jim’s near-drunken state, made him smile. He pawed at the other’s hand and then huffed. When Sebastian walked over to the bed, Jim followed in toe, moving to climb on top of him, almost childishly, and then curled up in his lap, his hands and head on the other’s chest.
Looking up at Sebastian, Jim kissed his chest lightly, before grinning stupidly. “You know what I haven’t done in a while~?” He cooed. One of his hands slipped down between Sebastian’s legs, groping him. Slipping it past the rim of his trousers, Jim smiled up at the other. “It’ll help you sleep…”
Sebastian nearly fell on the sofa, legs sprawled half off as he kicked off his shoes and leaned back, sighing a bit. He felt a weight on his chest and hips and he didn’t have to look up to know that it was Jim curled against him like an over large house cat. Sebastian didn’t move, hoping that he would just be able to drift asleep.
Not so. Jim kissed his chest and then smiled at Sebastian in a way that reminded Seb that Jim was one of the cheapest of dates and it took next to nothing to make the other man tipsy, if not drunk. He felt Jim slip his hand down his pants and Sebastian didn’t even make an attempt to stop the groan that came out of his throat.
“Mmm. Whatever you want, sir.” He muttered, one of his hands now resting on Jims thigh, the other still draped over the back of the sofa.
“That was the general idea, Sebastian.” Jim said and then pulled away from the man. He could see how he was still seething from the anger he’d displayed, before all of this happened. Licking his lips, Jim turned towards the room again. “I think we’ve got a first aid kit, you can look at it, but I know my stitches are torn and I need new ones.”
Moving over to the bed, Jim sat down and crossed his legs, looking at Sebastian. Glancing away from the man, he looked to the bed and then blood that was on it, sighing. “That was a comfortable bed. Fucking Italians. I hate Italians.” He mumbled.
Looking back to Sebastian, Jim smiled some. “But, that’s okay… I’ll deal with them tomorrow… they’ll have to pay out their asses for their little man’s problems.”
Sebastian followed Jim onto the bed, sitting down behind the man and pulling down his own shirt to look at the stitches in this shoulder. Broken, a few had actually torn skin. Sebastian shook his head.
“This is going to hurt like nothing else, sir.” He said. Standing up he went to get his own medical kit and, digging into the minibar while he was at it, brought over couple mini bottles of rum, whiskey and vodka. “Pick your poison. It’ll work better than any painkiller I can give you.”
He waited until Jim had downed the alcohol and ten minutes later cut away the remaining stitches, pulled together new ones, and put a fresh bandage over all of it. Sebastian was exhausted. Killing a man like that took it out of a person. He ruffled Jims hair in a way he never would have dared to do if he were in a more lucid state of mind, and turned off most of the lights except for the one by his sofabed.
Jim couldn’t help but smile at the way the other was acting. He enjoyed seeing Sebastian like this, especially when he was protective of Jim and ready to kill someone for just looking at the man; which he obviously was. Jim followed along with his eyes for a bit, before finally moving into the bathroom.
When Sebastian stripped off his jacket and shirt, Jim picked up the shirt and slipped it on, clutching it closed as he watched Sebastian work. He was like an artist, when he was angry, when he was killing someone; Jim found it fabulous, beautiful, and arousing. Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms and tilted his head in his usual snake-like manner.
When the man was dead and Sebastian was done, Jim walked over to him, while he was at the sink, and wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. “Thank you, pet…” Jim muttered and then kissed Sebastian’s shoulderblade. It wasn’t a romantic gesture, but he was actually very proud of his bodyguard and the way he reacted.
“When you’re ready, stitches. And I think I’ll be sharing the sofabed with you.”
Sebastian didn’t even think about why he was torturing the silly man, all he understood at the time was that it needed to be done. Sebastian scrubbed at his hands, making an valiant attempt to get all the blood out from under his nails. He stiffened up as Jim reached around him. It took a good three seconds before he took a deep breath and regained control, relaxing and letting Jim press against him, feeling the other man move against him.
After letting his emotions go so completely it was hard to allow another person to touch him, much less tell him what to do. He quickly reigned those feelings in and after breathing in from his nose and turning off the water he felt better, more in control. he turned around, Jims arms still around him. He placed a hand on Jims head and he suddenly felt very tired.
“You aught to let me look at that cut, sir.” he muttered, nudging Jim a bit towards the bathrooms exit.
Grinning as he watched the display, Jim couldn’t help but nearly giggle. He loved when Sebastian was like this; protective and sadistic. Licking his lips, Jim didn’t even wince as the man cut into the Italian’s face. “He looks much better that way.” Jim mused and then tilted his head.
As his yelling tore his skin, Jim’s brows raised. “Hm. Ouch, looks like that’s painful…” Jim said, sarcastically, and then pursed his lips. After the Italian was on the floor, Jim looked to Sebastian, before standing. Moving over to the man, he reached up with his good arm and turned the man’s face to meet his.
Pecking him lightly on the lips, Jim gave him a childish pout. “I’m sorry, Daddy was stupid and now his toy is broken… break him more and then get rid of him. Leave a mess for the maid, I could care less.” He pulled back and folded his arms, wincing lightly. “And then when you’re done, restitch this, please.”
Moving away again, Jim padded over the the bathroom and got a warm, wet washcloth to rub the blood off of his arm gently as he watched Sebastian.
Sebastian was completely unsympathetic towards the man underneath his boot. He ground his heel into the Italian’s windpipe and watched mercilessly as the man began to choke on his own blood that was slowly filling his mouth and throat. Sebastian was clutching onto his knife so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He watched Jim as the other man stood up and walked over to him, letting his face be turned down so that Jim could reach up and give him a quick kiss.
“Daddy was stupid and now his toy is broken“
Well, that was about as close to an apology as Jim would give him. It was a pretty poor response considering that Sebastian had just maimed a man and was planning out how to do even more damage, but Seb didn’t give a damn. There were very few thoughts preoccupying his mind right now, the chief among them was how to cause the man the most pain he could without killing him.
“Will do, sir.” Sebastian said, his growl leaving him for a moment and he sounded almost sane as he responded. The man on the floor seemed to recover some of his senses, his fingers holding his jaw as he tried to talk.
“Please, please, hnnnn, ah, please.”
“I am tired of listening to you.” Sebastian said, turning his attention downwards. That was all it took for him to lean down and without much ceremony, cut out the mans tongue. The face of the man, whose soundless screams were tearing his face apart, was incredible.
“Better.” Sebastian muttered, flicking the tongue away like it were a piece of lint. He bent down and grabbed the man by the hair, dragging the sobbing rag into the bathroom, making sure that he was in between the Italian and Jim, not even wanting the intruder to so much as glance at his boss. Once in the bathroom he pulled the other man into a standing position in the tub and yanked his hands over his head with one hand while the other found the tie to one of the complimentary bathrobes. With a startling efficiency Sebastian had securely tied the man to the strong metal bar that spanned the room by his wrists, making it impossible for the Italian to support himself against any surface at all.
The Italian man was looking pretty ragged, blood seeping from his skull where Seb had pulled out some of his hair, his jaw hanging on by thin ligaments, eyes as red as the blood that was still dripping down his chest. All in all not a pretty sight. Sebastian felt an overwhelming sense of disgust towards this man, a misplaced anger and a need for something in this man to break down completely.
He shrugged off his expensive jacket, then, placing his knife down on the sink, unbuttoned his Yves St. Laurent shirt, and placed that on his jacket as well, leaving him in only his neatly pressed trousers and his white under-tank. He picked up his knife again and walked over to the man, pulling his knife across the mans throat, deep enough to cause a bit of bleeding, but not enough to hit anything meaningful.
“I’ve heard,” He said, his knifetip at the mans throat as he began to pull bilaterally down the Italians chest, “that skinning is the most painful experience a man can live through.” Sebastian muttered, pushing his sharp knife into the mans chest, making him twist as he hit the sternum. “How long do you think you’ll last until you pass out?” He said darkly.
It didn’t take long. Within ten minutes the man finally slumped. Sebastian cut him down, slit his throat and turned the water on. Another five minutes and there was nothing left but a body. Sebastian dropped his own knife into the sink and turned on the water, washing the Italians’ blood off his hands.