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@wickedhearts || cuz happy birthday jimbo

    Okay so maybe Jack had gone a bit overboard. So sue him. He was excited. He liked surprises, he liked parties and he liked Jimmy knew Jimmy absolutely hated them. This was going to be fun. As he walked down the street, he slid his cell phone out of his pocket calling the self proclaimed king of the goths to make sure he was actually going to be home. “Pick up you twat. Come on,” he muttered.

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“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “ // hmmm, James @ Your choice

A metric ton of starters || accepting | James & Sexsmith

     Jack’s head tilted to the side, hands moving to rest behind his head as he looked at the other man. A grin spread wide across his face, a soft laugh slipping from his lips as he shook his head. “You’re puttin’ up too much of a fight for me ta believe you,” he said quietly, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans. “Honestly, ya can admit it. I am pretty great.” There was a light joking tone to his voice before he crossed the room to lean against the wall next to James. “Seriously though do you? Cuz…I would be okay with that.”

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❥ - Holding their hand // jimbo & sexsmith

It was a small gesture, a simple hand taking Jack’s and holding it, fingers threaded together in an almost subconscious way. But it was more than that. This was JIMMY. Nothing was ever done without thought, no detail ever too small. It took all of Jack’s control to keep his jaw from hitting the floor, all his strength to keep himself from breaking out into a dance. Instead, his head tilted to the side, eyes lifting to meet Jimmy’s as they shone with thinly veiled excitement.

    “You giant sap. I knew you liked me.” Smooth Jack. Really smooth.

[wickedhearts]

"Kinky..." ( jimmy & sexsmith )

☆ ° .  ––   kinky prompts  →  selectively accepting.

✧・ﾟ*✧ #10; your muse leaves bite marks all over my muse

            It had felt great in the moment, Jack marking up the skin along his neck and collar bone. Marking Jimmy as HIS, something he’s been for long before they made things official. But looking at himself now, the red marks and clear indents of teeth that had made him writhe and moan, he can’t help but pull a face. They had a show tonight and make up can only cover so much. Jim is going to be  bitching  .

            He flicks the light off in the bathroom and pads back over to the bed, sliding under the covers and onto his lover. Softly pecking at his nose, his lips, his chin.  “ Lads’re gonna give me so much shit for this, ya’ know. ”  He gestures to the marks on his neck as he slides down, teeth grazing against his jawline.  “ It’s only fair that I return the favor, don’t ya’ think? ”

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“I dare you.” ( jimmy & sexsmith )

☆ ° .  ––   ❰  all this sexual tension ▬   accepting.  ❱

they’re both heated up from the show, their tag match against one another, the ADRENALINE coursing through them. so it wasn’t the  b e s t  time for jack to be issuing out a challenge. yet he does, even with his back against the wall and jimmy staring him down. his stupid hair’s a mess and his stupid eyes are so big and tinged with anger and lust.   ’ i dare you ’   the words shaped by stupid full lips that are practically BEGGING to be kissed.

they’ve been building up to it for a bit now. between the increasing flirting, the lingering touches and the lack of personal space. the way they stared when they didn’t think the other was looking. everything about them had been so soft, so this wasn’t really how jimmy ever envisioned how their first kiss was happening. but he’s never backed down from a challenge before, and he doesn’t really want to wait anymore. not when jack’s looking at him like he’s a five course meal. so he grabs that beautiful  stupid  face and crashes their lips together. the air around them crackles with electricity, like the whole world’s stopped moving and all that’s left is THEM.

but it doesn’t last long. jimmy pushing off, momentum sending him a few steps back. his eyes are narrowed, staring jack down, back of his hand wiping at his mouth.   “ that good enough  for ya’? ”

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[ msg → sexysmith → sent ] Oh, but there’s no fun in that.

[ msg → sexysmith → sent ] There’s not much hotter than knowing that you’re squirming because of how much you want me.

[ msg → sexysmith → sent ] There’s not much hotter than you period, honestly.

[ msg → sexysmith → sent ] Fuck you?

[ msg → sexysmith → sent ] We’re getting to that, love.

☆ ° .  ––   ❰  continued.   ▬   @topeconhiilo  ❱

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Ѡ // um.. your choice? c:

are those your…. || accepting | jimmy & sexsmith

contact —— { Vampire King }— [sent] James.— [sent] If you wanted in my pants all ya had ta do was ask.— [sent] Ya look great though love.— [sent] Fuck me. 

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[ teach ] //jimmy @ jack

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

          “Fuck’s sake Jimmy, I know what I’m doin’,” Jack protested as the other man moved to stand behind him. He hadn’t been prepared for Jimmy’s hands to come to rest on his waist, turning his hips to face the correct direction. The heat raced to Jack’s cheeks and he was instantly thankful Jimmy was standing behind him. He swallowed the lump in his throat, attempting to sound as nonchalant as humanly possible. “Honestly Jimbo, if ya wanted in my pants ya could’ve asked,” he mused, head tilting to the side as he allowed Jimmy to shift his weight and show him the correct movement. “Think I’ve got it. Thanks.”