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“What’s all this then?”
Sebastian tips his head to indicate the leather recliner by the window, the seat of which is currently sporting a rather eye-wateringly large black rubber phallic-shaped attachment.
“It’s for you, kitten. I had it ‘modified’ specially. So you can fuck yourself whilst I ride you, and you fuck me. You get a double whammy, and I enjoy humping a Seb sandwich. Don’t I look after you, sweetcheeks?”
“Aw, babe, that’s too adorable. Now get your fucking clothes off and come and sit on my prick.”
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Later, when they’re both sweating and panting and love-bitten, bruised, sore and spent, Jim’s legs impossibly somehow draped over Seb’s shoulders even as he’s impaled on his softening cock, Seb pulls Jim up by the impromptu leash he’s made of Jim’s tie.
“Bloody good move, Boss, fucking good.”
Jim smirks. “I did have an ulterior motive, darling. Think – naughty Sebby, chair, handcuffs, hot sauce? A nice thick gag in case you get too whiny? Getting the picture, kitten?”
Sebastian twists the tie around his fist, eliciting a wet choking sound from Jim. “I’d love to see you try it, fucker. That scenario is far, far more likely to end up – think – chair, handcuffs, sauce off the fucking Scoville scale, little Jimmikins well and truly fucked on his own petard, eh? No ‘in case’ about the gag. Getting the picture, sweetheart? How many yoghurt enemas d’you reckon it’d take before you were able to sit down again?”
Jim’s grin couldn’t be broader.
“Oh, Tiger, you are such a darling, twisted little kitten; no wonder you remind me of me,” he purrs, “Want to play?”
Sebastian’s eyes are bright with anticipation. “Just tell me when. I’ll take you down, Jimmikins. Oh, fuck, I am going to enjoy this!”
Jim smiles again. “Patience, kitten. I’m sure an opportunity will present itself very soon. All good things come to those who wait.”
Seb hopes he's not channelling Austin Powers too obviously. It's the effect Jim has on him sometimes. “Oh, yeah. Game on, baby!”