Mr. Sex

Doesn't really matter what my name is, where I'm from or who I am. All you need to know is every nasty little deed you need done is something I can do, right? Don't you fret. Dear Jim will fix it for you.

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The Great Game

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jmoriartyi-o-u:

Jim grinned, taking his fingers away and pressed his length in, turning John around in strong hands, pressing him up against the tile. “This what you want?” He breathed, buried inside of him.

“Yes!” John cried. “Yes, Daddy, that’s what I need… Move, please,” he begged, pressing back against him. 

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His smile grew and he thrust into him, growling in his ear. “Oh, Johnny... I love this tight little arse, love how hot you are inside. Mmn, you feel so good...” 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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He laced fingers in his hair. “N-never gonna last like this,” he breathed, touching his cheek.  with his free hand, his hips jerking into his mouth a little as he continued. 

“It’s too good, too fucking good!” He shuddered, thighs shaking.

John wanted him to come. He hummed softly, blinking up at Jim. His lips quirked a little and he nodded at Jim, encouraging him.

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Jim caught the look and lost it, gasping and coming down his throat with a sharp cry and a tug to his hair. He shivered, gasping aloud. 

“Fuck...fuck...Sorry, Johnny.” 

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He added another, groaning. “Oh I love hearing you talk like that, Johnny boy. LIstening to you beg so prettily for me…” 

“I’m glad you like it, Daddy. Mmn - Hurry, please, I need you…

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Jim grinned, taking his fingers away and pressed his length in, turning John around in strong hands, pressing him up against the tile. “This what you want?” He breathed, buried inside of him.

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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John sucked in earnest, eager to please Jim. It wasn’t just his foreign language, or the sound of his moans, or even the way he slowed his pace to admire John - he really, really liked Jim, and after one date that was dangerous.

Men weren’t exactly his taste, usually. The time in the army, that was just… it was friendship and desperation, that was all. At least that’s what John told himself as he rolled his tongue over Jim’s head.

God, he didn’t want to be with anyone else.

He laced fingers in his hair. “N-never gonna last like this,” he breathed, touching his cheek.  with his free hand, his hips jerking into his mouth a little as he continued. 

“It’s too good, too fucking good!” He shuddered, thighs shaking.

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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In truth, John loved the way it felt. Being held in place, utterly at Jim’s whim as he slowly fucking his mouth… it was perfect. His lashes fluttered as he opened his eyes, watching Jim’s expressions.

He was perfect. John was absolutely perfect in every capacity and Jim knew he was in trouble. There was no possible way he could ever let him go now, and it wasn’t only because he was fucking his face. 

JIm loosed another moan, staring back at him with lust filled black eyes, slowly letting his cock slide through his lips, muttering praises in whatever language came to mind, in this case it was Italian. 

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The Great Game

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“God damn right,” John growled. It wasn’t enough; he needed more, needed to be filled. “More, Jim, please!”

He added another, groaning. “Oh I love hearing you talk like that, Johnny boy. LIstening to you beg so prettily for me...” 

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He grinned, sucking on his throat , listening to him speak. “I will do anything and everything to you, Johnny boy,” he whispered. “Say the word and I will. I’m at your mercy, at your whim. You are the only one in the whole of creation that has power over me. I bow to no one but you.” His finger pressed into him and he let out a satisfied purr. 

“A-ah, I won’t… I won’t ask you to bow. Just don’t lie to me. Don’t… Don’t leave me,” John whispered, pressing back against him. “And for fuck’s sake, don’t stop that…”

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“Never again,” he promised, kissing his skin with slow, tender relish. “Mmn, and I won’t stop either. Wouldn’t dream of it,” he grinned, fucking his finger into him. 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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He moaned, staring right back at him and watching the hunger well in John’s eyes. He grinned, biting his lip to watch him, goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, Johnny, please,” he gasped, fingers sliding into his hair. 

John gripped Jim’s arse and pulled him forward, swallowing his cock. His pink lips slid along his skin as John took as much of his length as he could. For good measure he crooked his finger and gestured to Jim to move - he wanted to be used.

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He gasped, tangling his fingers in John’s hair and pulling a little to hold him still. He moaned, the heat of his mouth sending shockwaves through his body. He whimpered, hips moving slowly into his lips. “Oh, John...” 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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John slid a hand over his erection, squeezing gently through the denim. His eyes never left Jim’s as he unzipped him and slipped his cock free. Licking his lips, he slid the pads of his fingers along Jim’s shaft a moment before he opened his mouth invitingly.

He moaned, staring right back at him and watching the hunger well in John’s eyes. He grinned, biting his lip to watch him, goosebumps rising on his skin. “Fuck, Johnny, please,” he gasped, fingers sliding into his hair. 

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The Great Game

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“I think about you all the time,” John admitted. “Your hands, your lips, the little mole on your chest… the one under your eye… I think about you pinning me down, I think about your teeth leaving marks on my skin, I think about the way your eyes burn when you bury your cock in my throat…”

He let out a soft sigh, pressing back against Jim’s gentle fingers,

He grinned, sucking on his throat , listening to him speak. “I will do anything and everything to you, Johnny boy,” he whispered. “Say the word and I will. I’m at your mercy, at your whim. You are the only one in the whole of creation that has power over me. I bow to no one but you.” His finger pressed into him and he let out a satisfied purr. 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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He loosed a low moan, kissing him roughly. “Well if…if you would like to return the favor….” He breathed, almost shy. “If that mouth of yours kisses that well I can only imagine your other talents.” 

John grinned up at him. “… Would you like to fuck my face, Jim?” It was a coy invitation, far bolder than John usually dared to be, but adrenaline surged through him. “Come here.”

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“Y-yes, John, I think I would,” he smiled, awed.

On command he climbed onto the couch, eyes trained on him. His heart was pounding, his body throbbing with want and it was obvious through the tight jeans he was wearing. 

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“You have been good,” he whispered, kissing along his skin with warm, deep presses of his lips. “Far better than I’ve been, Johnny, and you deserve the world. I’ll give it to you too. And right now?” He turned John around, pressing him into the tile, one hand still stroking him. “I’ll give you my cock.” He slid John’s clothes down, baring his arse to the open air and pressed his hips against him, letting him feel his own hard length through his trousers. “You see what you do to me?” 

John moaned, digging his fingers into the grout. Jim’s skin was flushed and heated against him - even through the cloth of his trousers. “Yes… I see, Daddy,” he breathed. “I’m… I’m glad, I love that I can make you hard.”

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A soft laugh brushed his lips and the back of John’s neck. “You make me wild, Johnny boy,” he snarled, slipping a little bottle out of his pocket and slicked his fingers, teasing his entrance. “Mm, I ache to get into this tight little arse of yours, baby. I think about fucking you constantly. Can barely take a shower without thinking about how beautiful you look when wet.” He smirked, watching his slick fingers wet John’s skin. “Like that.” 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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“Me?” He said, a little breathless. “You don’t have to do a thing for me if you don’t wish to, Johnny. You aren’t under an obligation or anything.” He smiled at him, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “If you’re satisfied, so am I.” 

“Oh to hell with that,” John growled. “I want this. I want to get you off - and that’s, that’s a rare admission on my part, Jim. Whatever you want, please, I’ll do it.” He kissed Jim back, sliding his fingers through Jim’s dark hair.

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He loosed a low moan, kissing him roughly. “Well if...if you would like to return the favor....” He breathed, almost shy. “If that mouth of yours kisses that well I can only imagine your other talents.” 

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The Great Game

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“Please!” John gasped. “Please, Jim! I need you! You’re all I can ever think about; I dream about you, about being entirely consumed by you… Without you, I feel empty. Won’t you fix this? Won’t you show me how much you want me? I’ve been good, Daddy, I’ve been so good - a, a little hurt, but it’s better now, isn’t it? Please?”

“You have been good,” he whispered, kissing along his skin with warm, deep presses of his lips. “Far better than I’ve been, Johnny, and you deserve the world. I’ll give it to you too. And right now?” He turned John around, pressing him into the tile, one hand still stroking him. “I’ll give you my cock.” He slid John’s clothes down, baring his arse to the open air and pressed his hips against him, letting him feel his own hard length through his trousers. “You see what you do to me?” 

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Gave you my number... || Jim and John (Pre-S2)

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“Fucking incredible,” John breathed, glancing down at him. “Jesus, Jim, your lips feel… oh…” He wanted to taste him. To devour him, to feel Jim’s hands tugging at his hair… “What can I do for you?”

“Me?” He said, a little breathless. “You don’t have to do a thing for me if you don’t wish to, Johnny. You aren’t under an obligation or anything.” He smiled at him, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “If you’re satisfied, so am I.” 

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‘Oh, god,” John panted, dragging his nails down the nape of Jim’s neck. The little nickname thrilled him, it always had. “I - you are so cruel, Daddy…” He pressed into his hands, letting out soft little groans in his desperation.

“Quite the opposite of god, John,” he chuckled. He growled, pressing back into the scratches he left there. He smiled, lickng his lips and watching John with dark, hungry eyes. “Not hearing any begging...” He sang, nipping his pulse. “I know you have some pretty words as well as pretty sounds, my dear. Let Daddy hear them and I’ll reward your good behavior.” 

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The Great Game

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He grinned and nipped at his mouth. “Nothing would make me happier, Johnny boy,” he breathed, one soft hand gliding past the waistband of John’s pants to touch bare skin. 

“Might as well take those off,” John panted, grabbing a hold of the jacket of his suit. “Makes it awfully difficult for you to touch me…” He ached for Jim, the hurt nearly forgotten as Jim consumed his every thought.

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Jim smiled, opening his jeans to allow for more room, but otherwise didn’t do much else. “I kind of like teasing you,” he smiled, giving his body teasing strokes. “You’re so pretty when you blush. When you’re flustered. Daddy quite likes hearing you beg, Johnny boy.”