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โ€œDo you want to die or just disappear darling.โ€ ๐Ÿ•ท+18 ๐Ÿ•ทConsulting Criminal ๐Ÿ•ทBisexual and Polygamous ๐Ÿ•ทOpen to AUโ€™s and Crossovers ๐Ÿ•ทDominate Occasionally Submissive ๐Ÿ•ทMature Themes;Death, Blood, Torture ๐Ÿ•ทNSFW โ†บ + ๐Ÿ–ค
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The kiss was soft against his brow, he wouldn't admit that it made his heart ache. He had done wrong, leaving in such a rush. But he had to protect what was his and if that meant vanishing for a little while then he would do it. "Lead the way..." came his voice as he stepped --
His thumbs reverently trace the gentle curve of his loverโ€™s cheekbones, skin catching against short stubble. His blue eyes overflowed with warm as he gazed adoringly down at him, leaning forward to press his lips against the manโ€™s brow. โ€œAlrightโ€ฆ Letโ€™s get you some teaโ€ฆโ€
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-- back, hands slipping from their place on Moran's back. Though his right one stayed until he could take the hand of the other man.
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A smile twitches at the corner of the criminals lips and a slight nod follows. โ€œTake your time, loveโ€ฆโ€
His hands reach up to cup the other manโ€™s face, eyes drifting open to look back at him. To drink him in. โ€œWeโ€™ll get you some. Justโ€ฆ give me another second to look at youโ€ฆ.โ€
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Fingers gently caress over the soft fabric of Moranโ€™s shirt. โ€œGood, Iโ€™d love some tea Kittenโ€ฆโ€ he breathed pulling back just enough to look up at the other man.
โ€œThereโ€™s water left in the kettleโ€ฆโ€ The sniper murmured, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against his loverโ€™s. โ€œShould still be warmโ€ฆโ€
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Slim fingers slip along the taller manโ€™s waist as heโ€™s pulled into the warm chest of his sniper, lips moving as he returns the kiss. โ€œMmmโ€ฆ youโ€™ve had teaโ€ฆ did you save me a sip handsome?โ€ Eyes opening as he glances up to Moran.
(Without shame or reservation, he goes to him, putting his arms around him and pressing a long and lingering kiss against his lips.)
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โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€ Moriarty hummed with a little nod, his eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed out his fingers pushing through his hair.
Moran rubbed his hands over his thighs, then pushed himself up to his feet. โ€œIโ€™ll go have a look around, shall I?โ€
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His hands move into the pockets of the robe, his eyes scanning over the taller man as he moved. A hum passing his lips as he shook his head a little. โ€œNot yet, I usually donโ€™t speak to my cleanersโ€ฆโ€ he replied. โ€œI donโ€™t believe the laundry hasnโ€™t been picked up yetโ€ฆโ€
Moran threw the blankets aside and swung his legs over to sit on the edge of the bed, dressed only in a pair of tight fitting boxer briefs. โ€œYou checked in with the dirty laundry, yet?โ€
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They were definitely Jimโ€™s. He wasnโ€™t going to admit it. He was just grumpy. โ€œNoโ€ฆpossiblyโ€ฆโ€ he grumbled throwing the last few boxes out into their bedroom before he emerged, just in a silk robe which was nearly tied around his waist. โ€œI cannot find my favorite tie pinโ€ฆโ€
โ€œCouldnโ€™t tell you...โ€ Moran replied evenly, they certainly werenโ€™t his shoeboxes. The man only had about three pairs himself. โ€œDโ€™you need help?โ€
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โ€œYES.โ€ Several empty shoe boxes come flying through the open door to their closet, more angry grumbling followed. โ€œWhy are there SO MANY empty boxes in here?!โ€
And Moran is watching him dreamily from their bed, still undressed beneath the covers. โ€œLooking for something in particular, darlinโ€™?โ€
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Grumpy is an understatement. Heโ€™s not a happy criminal today. Currently rummaging LOUDLY through his closet.
Unfortunately for him. Very fortunately for Sebastian, who is always happy to see the grumpy little fucker.
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โ€œGood boy,โ€ Purred the criminal as he stood from his chair opposite the now seated sniper. He strolled over, fingers adjusting his already pristine tie. โ€œTell me just how lonely youโ€™ve beenโ€ฆโ€ he breathed once he stood before the other man, dark gaze on Moran.
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