Rating: M (smut with breathplay involving water, aka bathporn)
Pairing: MorMor (Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran)
It had been a long day, and his limbs were aching when Sebastian marched into the flat. He was glad to be home; he longed for a hot meal and a pint, but most of all he longed to a hot bath and a smoke, to get the nagging tension out of his muscles and his mind. His boots were kicked off with a grunt, his rifle case thrown onto the couch as he passed it; it would need cleaning later, but he would take care of himself first.
His wonderment about why the flat was so quiet and where the Hell Jim was, was brought to an end as soon as he looked into the damp, steamy bathroom. The tub was filled with water and bubbly foam, and the criminal looked pretty content, his lithe body submerged in the water while he was tapping away on his telephone. A disgruntled sigh passed his lips at the sight, his nose scrunching up in annoyance. Sebastian would swear the man did it on purpose, just to nag him. He always took a bath after a job, he deserved one after working his fucking arse off.
For a moment he just stood there, his long, muscled body leaning against the threshold as he watched Jim grin at him and contemplated his options. His shirt was quickly disposed off once he reached his conclusion, long, tanned fingers unbuckling his belt as he grunted once more.
“Well, that’s not a nice way to ask if I want to make some room for you. It’s my bath, you know. You could just wait,” Jim mused, arching his thin eyebrows at the other man as he looked up from his phone.
The sniper just huffed a laugh and stripped himself further down unceremoniously, leaving the clothes in a heap on the floor and ignoring the scowl on Jim’s face that was most likely caused by his messiness. He also ignored the man’s protest about how he would make the bath overflow and shoved him forwards, the water gulping against the edge of the tub as he lowered himself with a soft sigh. Sure enough, the water did splash onto the floor in little streams now Sebastian’s body mass raised the level, and Jim cursed, quickly moving to get his telephone to safety.
Sebastian just grinned his crooked grin as the scowl was once more directed to him, and Jim slowly slithered closer. His hands moved up over the tanned chest, tracing drops on his scars as he grinded his hips up. “You look pretty pleased with yourself, Moran..,” he purred, his brimstone eyes glinting mischievously. It was enough to set the sniper on edge, although he made effort not to show it. Like any predator Jim could smell fear, and it would only make him attack much more furiously.
“Eh, it’s a nice bath,” he shrugged, lowering himself in the water some more, his head resting on the edge, hands resting under water on the slender thighs. “And I did everything you asked me to do today. I’ve been a good boy, I deserve something nice after a long day of work.”
“Oh, did you now?” Jim cooed, wiggling his hips and making Sebastian gulp. “Lucky me, having such a good little hitman in my employ. And handsome too, such a jackpot. You’re right, you do deserve something nice. How cruel of me. ”
The pale hands slid lower, tracing scars and muscles as his hips rolled against Sebastian’s. The soft moan that escaped his lips was cut off by a harsh, demanding kiss, tongue invading his mouth as slender fingers wrapped around his quickly hardening shaft. Sebastian had no idea where the sudden shift came from, but he was a greedy man and a sexual being, he wasn’t going to deny this. Pushing his tongue back against the other’s, he eagerly licked into Jim’s mouth, his rough hands wandering down and grabbing at the perk arse. His fingers dug into the flesh as he bucked his hips back up, using a whole lot less finesse than Jim did, causing the tub to overflow once more.
The bathroom floor was soaked by now, but they were both too busy to care about it. Their tongues battled for dominance as their hands clawed at each other, leaving bruises and stripes. Erections rubbed together between their grinding bodies, and Jim snarled into the kiss, his lips swollen. “There is lube behind you, get on with it.”
That too was something Sebastian wasn’t going to refuse, especially not when Jim stayed on top of him. He barely pulled back from the pink lips, his arm just blindly grabbing behind him until he found what he was looking for. It felt much more oily on his fingers, but at least it didn’t rinse off when his digits found their way to Jim’s entrance. The mewl that slipped into Sebastian’s mouth as he slowly pushed two fingers in made him chuckle, and he set a teasing pace, his teeth tugging at the lower lip.
The water still made it rougher, but the sniper was insistent and Jim didn’t seem to mind at all, judging the way he was panting into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian growled when Jim tugged impatiently at his balls, rutting his hips up and ramming his fingers in deep. It earned himself a harsh tug at his hair, the burn of his scalp adding to the fire of his arousal. Oil smeared over the sensitive skin as he added another finger to stretch him, but soon enough Jim grew impatient, like he always did.
A thick groan rumbled in the back of his throat as Jim pushed himself down on him, pale fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders, nails clawing into the skin as the Irishman grinned down on him. It was raw and tight, and certainly not something he was thinking of when he was contemplating getting a bath earlier. “Nice enough, tiger? Or are you expecting me to show my gratitude even more?”
Sebastian chuckled, overconfident in his blissful haze, his grin wide. “Well, I guess it’s a good start..”
“A good start, hm?” Jim’s hands languidly crept over the shoulders, resting around the neck as he rolled his hips down, making Sebastian slide in deeper. “Aren’t you a demanding one..”
Before he could react Jim bucked his hips again, and he was temporarily lost for words. It was stupid of him to let his guard down like that, because the criminal pushed him down, under water. Fingers curled around his throat as Sebastian struggled to resurface, the sensation of having to fight only intensifying the pleasure for some fucked-up reason. He clawed at Jim’s thighs, at the edge of the tub, at anything he could get his hands on, really, but it was to no avail. Eventually the grip lessened, and he gasped for air as he came back up, his lungs struggling to get in all the oxygen he was so deprived off. Jim was still riding him, looking positively devilish now, teeth raking over his own lower lip and water trickling down his upper body.
“Eh-eh,” Jim tutted, pushing his hands in the blonde hair and pulling him in for a kiss, as if it wasn’t hard enough for the sniper to breathe now. “Mind your tongue, dear. Wouldn’t want to have it cut out. You are quite talented with it, after all.”
“’s Not the talent you hired me for,” Sebastian growled, sliding one hand to the back of Jim’s neck while the other wrapped around the man’s cock. Jim just chuckled and moaned against his lips, the tip of the pink tongue flicking out to lick at Sebastian’s, teasing him mercilessly as he moved himself over Sebastian’s cock. There was just something in the way the other moved himself, with muscles moving underneath pale skin and dark eyes half-lidded, that made the sniper lower his defences.
Before he knew it he was back under water, struggling for air, grasping to get up.It seemed to take longer now, or maybe he was just getting confused with all the stimulations he was getting. His lungs burned, his heart pounded, his abdomen tensed, and his cock throbbed, arousal burning through his veins like acid. Black spots were dancing over his periphery when Jim pulled him back up, his chest heaving against the other as he gulped in every bit of precious air he could get.
“You’re going to fuckin’ kill me one day.”
“You’re just getting that now?” Jim moaned, his body trembling on top of him. Sebastian panted, his hand finding its way back to Jim’s cock and stroking him, while Jim’s nails scratched over his chest, clawing his scars open. He started to buck up, trying to bury himself as deep as possible in the tight heat. Muscles tightened around him, giving him more friction than he could possibly need, and he let out a throaty growl. Jim only needed a few more strokes, and Sebastian playfully twisted his wrist around the shaft in the way he knew Jim liked, causing the man to trash around him even more.
That was really the last push he needed and he bucked up for the final time, releasing himself with a string of moans and curses. Sebastian lazily rolled his hips up a few more times, riding out the final waves of his orgasm before he collapsed against the back of the tub into the cooled-down water.
“So much for a relaxing bath, fuckin’ Hell..”
“Oh, stop whining, tiger,” Jim cooed lovingly as he slithered off him, the sweetness not quite suiting his voice. He pressed a dainty little kiss on the sniper’s lips, smirking mischievously as he pulled back and settled to lie against the man’s chest. “There is plenty of time for you to relax now.”