
❝Did you miss me?❞ (his kitten @Damn_Good_Shot ) (#Fake Roleplay Account) (MV|MS|MDNI)
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"What makes you think I haven't?"
Smirking against those familiar lips, he dragged him closer still. Legs hooking around his waist, rolling the two of them over.
"Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight, Tiger?" He cooed, hands sliding up the man's body, guiding his -
(Using both hands now, he took the man's shaft, easing the rubber cuff down to the base.)
Darling, if I thought you needed help, I'd just slip you a viagra.
(Once happy with the placement, he pulled Sebastian up onto the bed, lips returning to his lovers.)
(Allowing the larger to draw him in, he hummed softly, a grin on his face.)
I thought you'd like that. (Arching his body into Sebastian's, he found his lovers lips, kissing him with a deep intensity.)
I bought you a little something, kitten.
(Placing the glass off to the side, Jim rose up onto his knees shuffling to the side of the mattress, hands running up along the colonels chest. Hooking over his shoulders.)
Tonight, (his voice soft, leaning in so his lips drifted over the shell of Sebs ear). I'm going to make -
Very much so.
(Eating up every bit of his sniper, he drained the rest of his glass before curling a finger at the naked man.)
Come here, kitten.
(Having acquired a glass of whiskey along the way, the smaller man took a sip of the amber liquid before settling on their bed. Watching with hungry dark eyes.)
(He's thoroughly enjoying the sight of the man as he made his way into their bedroom. Pulling his suit jacket from his shoulders as he followed after his lover.)
Strip.
(Chuckling lightly, enjoying the little pathetic sound, Jim slowly dropped his foot back to the floor and motioned with his head toward the bedroom.)
You know where to go.
There's a good boy.
(He is applying just a liiiittttle bit more pressure to what lies under his Oxfords.)
Reluctantly allowing the taller man's frame to rise, he stepped away and slipped his hands into his pockets. A faux sheepish look covering his face as he returned back to his own desk.
"Hurry home."



