“Hey, I’m the one who works with the guns,” Sebastian corrected him, grinning a little, as he started on Jim’s other leg.
“That’s what I meant doofus~” Jim laughed, making happy little noises. “Holy shit your fucking hands Seb~”
Sebastian grinned at the idea of him being Jim’s god. It didn’t make much sense, but he was alright with Jim worshipping him.
His noises were making little waves of pleasure run through Seb’s body. He forced himself down and continued to massage his calf. “Feel good, sweet?”
“Oh fuck yes. You have no idea how much I miss that.” Jim purred.
“I have an idea,” Sebastian smirked, having to concentrate on keeping himself down, Jim’s purr setting him off.
“Mhmm I don’t think you do Sebby~” Jim purred.
Jesus. “I really think I do,” Sebastian murmured, his hand pressing on Jim’s thigh now.
Oh Jim knew what he was doing. “Not sure, Tiger,” he purred again, a little lower.
You fucker. You know what you’re doing to me. “Wanna bet on it?” Seb growled, drawing a fingernail over Jim’s thigh, all pretense gone now.
Jim moaned slightly. “Mhmm sure Sebby baby~”
Sebastian shuddered a little at Jim’s moan, and lightly touched the tip of Jim’s erection, and then, he got up, and as he turned away, he grinned to himself, walking away towards the kitchen. “You’re right, I don’t know how much you missed it.”
Jim moaned when Sebastian touched him, but then he snapped up and glared. “Excuse me!?” He hissed. “Get back here.”
Sebastian was glad his back was to Jim, so he couldn’t see the massive grin on his face. He opened the fridge to get himself a drink, as he composed himself, and then turned ot Jim with an innocent look on his face. “Sorry, did you want one?” he asked, pointing at the open fridge.