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Sebastian is frustrated. He’s so fucking frustrated. His dick is going to pulsate out of his pants at this rate.
The most recent target for the elusive Lord of Crime is a homebody by the name of Lord George Williams who has nothing to do but swallow innocent maids into the jaws of his mansion under the guise of needing aid as an aging gentleman, and the number of roses he plants in his garden tells of the length of time he has been killing them.
Sebastian is tasked with watching the home to see who comes in and who comes out. It’s a stakeout mission with barely anything to see, hear, and more importantly, fuck. And with the precariousness of their organization’s secrecy, he could hardly ask someone else to take over for a little while so he can scoop up the nearest fair maiden to bang. All the other members are occupied either looking into their next target, cleaning up the previous, or working on the current and all Sebastian can do is lament his benefactors’ workaholic tendencies.
Luckily, they’ve started making their moves against Lord Williams. The aristocrat’s modus operandi is to hire a maid, gain her trust long enough to learn of her financial straits, and then offer to pay her debts in exchange for her life. It’s a disgusting display of wealth that forces the poor to make the deal with the devil.
William’s plan is to plant a mole into his home. The next damsel in distress is one he will be sending and it is none other than their resident master of disguise, Fred.
And the current bane of Sebastian’s existence.
Sebastian and Fred first tumbled into bed together a couple years after their first meeting. It was a whim and Sebastian was definitely a little inebriated. He was sober enough to know exactly what he was doing, or rather who , but he was drunk enough to ignore the potential risks that came with their sexual encounter.
Fred, as silent as he is, is an enthusiastic lover to Sebastian’s surprise. The smaller man knows what he wants and gives what he can. He is strong and gives a run for his money when it comes to how long he can last in bed.
They had sex for four hours that night and all Sebastian could remember the next day was (a) his hips were fuckin’ killing him, (b) he definitely beat his record in orgasms in a night, and (c) Fred was no longer in bed. Sebastian wasn’t a cuddler persay but he was disappointed that morning sex was out.
Sebastian, sitting at the window sill which has been his perch for the past nine days, crosses his arms. ‘It’s fine,’ he thinks petulantly. ‘I’m usually the one to dine and dash so I suppose I’m just getting a taste of my own medicine, I guess.’
He thinks back to Fred’s lithe body splayed across the sheets of his bed in the Moriarty household. Sebastian’s hands, when they’re spread wide on the bed as he hovers over the other look huge in comparison to Fred’s hips. When he holds his waist as he rides him, they almost touch on either side.
His dick strains against his pants at the thought of how tight Fred is even after Sebastian fingers him for hours. Sebastian shifts his pants around, contemplating taking out his dick and whipping out a quick one.
Movement catches his eye. A woman holding a worn satchel walks down the dirt road leading up to the Williams household. She turns toward him and Sebastian can see it’s Fred in disguise. This will be his last day posing as a maid. It’s been getting dangerously close to when the lord of the house would make his move against “her”.
Fred stops in the middle of the road and looks around discreetly. There is no one around. The home is in the countryside and the small shack Sebastian is stationed at has been abandoned for years.
He raises his eyebrow at Fred. ‘What the hell is he doing,’ he thinks.
Fred turns back to where he knows Sebastian can see him and lifts up his skirt.
Sebastian gets a brief glance of creamy skin over the tops of his thigh high socks that he has in place with white garters pinned to his tight briefs.
Sebastian grits his teeth immediately against the way he feels his body almost seize up with how fucking horny he is. ‘That fucking bastard! He knows exactly how long I’ve gone without sex and he thinks he can play with me like this? Oh ho ho, I’ll fucking show him ,’ a veins pulses on his forehead and he grips the window sill to hold himself back from launching out the goddamn window, grab the small man, and throw him into the nearest bed the mission be damned.
Fred’s skirt flutters back down, and he turns back to the large mansion, his face showing no indication of what an absolute shit he is.
Sebastian lets out a tortured groan when the smaller man is finally behind closed doors. His head thumps against the sill.
“Fuck. FUCK!”
He unzips his pants.
The mission is finished.
Lord George Williams has fallen from the country’s good graces for good and from the top of his mansion straight into the bushes of his rose garden. He lays amongst his victims, skin torn to shreds by the thorns of the women’s wrath and his blood will be drunk by the soil that’s thirsty for vengeance.
The Moriarty’s toast to their success in the lounge and Moran watches Fred sneak away for the night.
Like a lion, Sebastian follows suit, prowling after his prey.
Fred must be expecting him because he slinks into Moran’s bedroom and not his own and is already undressing when Sebastian opens the cracked door.
He is expecting him, but doesn’t hear him.
Fred lets out a grunt when Sebastian, from behind, lifts him up and tosses him into the bed. His pants are still around his ankles and Sebastian gets the joy of ripping them right off his slender ankles.
“I’ve been fucking wanting to do that all day.” His grin is feral and widens when he sees Fred shudder beneath him.
It doesn’t take much to rid Fred of the rest of his clothes, and Moran is impatient. So. Fucking. Impatient.
They don’t kiss often, but when Sebastian smashes their lips together, he feels like he could come from that alone. Fred tastes sweet, and his tongue eagerly takes what he can, sweeping up and down and rubbing against the sensitive roof of his mouth. It draws out a sharp inhale that Fred tries to stifle and Sebastian does it again just to spite him.
They part with a gasp. Fred is still looking all too put together for Sebastian’s tastes, so he grabs the lube from his pocket and rips the cap open with his teeth while his free hand grabs the other’s ankle. He pulls his leg so his foot rests next to his ear.
Sebastian grins lecherously at the sight of Fred, splayed underneath him. “Looking delicious, darling.”
Fred’s eyebrows furrow, and his hands come up to tug petulantly at Sebastian’s shirt that’s still on. He pulls it again harder and the buttons fly across the room.
“Ah! Dammit, Freddy! That’s my- don’t you grin at me, you smug shit!” Sebastian pushes his ankle up higher and finally dribbles the lube against his asshole.
Fred lets out the first noise that night.
“Ah-!”
Sebastian almost comes. He bends down, pushing Fred’s leg further into his body, and brings his face right to the other’s. Their mouths almost touch before he whispers, “Fucking finally.”
His fingers squelch into his hole and Fred stifles another gasp.
“Hey, there, baby. Enough of that.” His fingers continue to bully their way into his ass. “Might as well give up on that now because,” Sebastian licks his lips, and Fred tracks the movement with his eyes, “there’s no way I’m letting go of you before the sun comes back up and even after the day has begun.”
Right then, his calloused fingertips brush against Fred’s prostate and his head jerks back. Another gasp escapes him, and Sebastian wastes no time in latching onto his neck, sucking and nipping. He leaves behind a trail of hickies that Fred will be pissed about later. But that’s later, and right now, if Sebastian doesn’t fucking get inside of him, he’ll be the one pissed.
Fred is panting now and the noises of his fingers pumping in and out of his ass are driving him crazy.
He pulls out roughly, and Fred makes another punched out noise.
Sebastian tugs off his shirt and undoes his belt. Fred’s legs are limply on either side of him, twitching occasionally. The smaller man’s dick is hard against his hip and a frustrated red. It’s curved leftward a little and Sebastian, still removing his belt, gets distracted by how pretty it is.
Fred notices and kicks his leg out, jarring him back to attention. But instead of pulling out his dick like he so wanted to for ten whole fucking days, Sebastian finds himself diving down and swallowing Fred’s dick.
He gasps and his hands fly up to clutch the pillow behind him. “Ah! Hng! Seb-!”
Sebastian hums, proud he finally said his name. Albeit a cut-off version of it. One of Fred’s hands grip his hair, weakly trying to pull him off. Sebastian’s hands come up to grip his hips which are twitching wildly off the bed, desperately.
“Don-! Don’t! I’m-...coming!” Sebastian pulls just so his mouth is wrapped around the head of his dick and swirls his tongue around the tip. His hand comes up and he rubs his thumb roughly up the vein of his penis.
Fred sobs and ropes of his come shoot into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian pulls off and spits into his discarded shirt, his hand still idly tugging at Fred’s dick.
He whines and paws tiredly at the hand around his overstimulated penis. Sebastian laughs at the glazed look at his eyes, “I’m going to destroy you.”
Sebastian flips him over in a display of strength that makes Fred’s dick stir again. The smaller man’s flexible back arches enticingly and his arms wrap around a pillow. Sebastian’s hands grip his waist and he positions his dick over his hole.
“Look at you. So fucking pretty, baby.” His dick slides between his cheeks once, twice, and the puckered skin is so, so sensitive. He trembles and lets out a shaky sigh.
Sebastian pushes in and groans loudly. It is extra loud in the room they’re in, but he couldn’t give a damn. “Oh, fuck yeah. You’re so tight that you’d think I didn’t stretch ya out.”
Oh, damn. His words are already slurring. It feels so fucking good.
Fred is in a similar state. His head is pushed into the pillow he’s clutching. The silk is absorbing all his moans and that won’t do. Sebastian grabs his right arm and his left hand slides up Fred’s throat and tugs him bodily against him. His back rests flush against his front, and Fred’s ass swallows up more of his dick, pushing the rest of his length into him.
Fred gasps frantically like he’s learning how to breathe for the first time. Sebastian pets his throat, “Shh, there we go, darling. Breath for me. Slowly. That’s a doll.”
The other quiets eventually into soft panting, and his head rests against Sebastian’s shoulder. Sebastian removes his hand from Fred’s arm, moving it to his hip. He keeps his left on Fred’s throat.
“Good boy.”
His hips pull back and snap against his ass cheeks. Sebastian fucks into his hole like a machine and relentlessly uses Fred for his pleasure. The slapping noise echoes obscenely around the room. Slender arms scrabble against the arm around his chest and the hand gripping his waist for purchase. Something, anything , to anchor him against this onslaught of pleasure ripping through his body.
Fred’s cries are unrestrained and join the noises of the room without his permission. Everything his body is doing is without his permission. His toes curl and his eyes roll back into his head. His nipples tingle against the cool air of the room and, as if reading his mind, Sebastian’s hand comes up to rub roughly against the tip of his nipple. The callouses scrape against the sensitive skin and Fred sobs, overstimulated.
He comes right then, hips flailing, and ejaculate spills across the sheets. He so desperately wants to fall limply against the colonel and sleep, however, the man behind him isn’t stopping. Sebastian feels feral at this point, hips pumping still. Fred’s body remains open for him and he takes what he can.
He feels his orgasm crest toward him. Without thinking, the hand that never left Fred’s throat tightens and his hole clenches around him, and Sebastian comes hard, electricity shooting up his back and hips jerking uncontrollably.
“FUCK! FUCK!” He shouts as his dick finishes spurting weakly into Fred’s still fluttering hole. The man is limp against him, and Sebastian realizes he came a second time. He lets him fall onto the bed without thinking and Fred falls into the mess on the bed face first.
Fred moans weakly into the pillow, still twitching minutely, and isn’t that just the sexiest thing?
Sebastian wraps his hand around a slender ankle and turns the small man over. Fred’s eyes open and he looks at him, dazed and confused.
It doesn’t take long for the realization to set in.
He desperately tries to close his legs but Sebastian is already kneeing the other leg that isn’t in his grip open. Fred panics a little and tries to pull his still trembling body away. The man above him chuckles darkly, “Don’t run away, baby. This is your punishment. Now…”
He bends down and whispers into Fred’s parted lips.
“Again.”