Office by Alex Penny
Sebastian Moran, at your service. The right-hand man of the most dangerous criminal around. pending offers
It’s the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight
This puts everything in a very… literary point of view.
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woyo:
untitled by mang darpin on Flickr.
*chest rising and falling quickly with my breathing, tracing your face with my fingers* So perfect..
*taking your hand, gingerly placing kisses on each of your fingertips* I love you, Seb. So much. *releasing your hand in favour of your cock, sucking lightly on your head, slowly taking you deeper*
*groaning deeply, hips lifting as you take me farther, breath catching in my throat at the feeling* James..*gasping out your name, gripping fistfuls of the bedding* I love you, so much.
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detectiveoftheconsultingvariety:
*hands clasping the backs of your thighs, pulling you tighter against me, teasing myself along your crack, moaning deeply against your lips*
*tilting my head back and moaning loudly. kissing you one last time before kissing back down to your crotch, hovering over your length, breathing heavily*
*chest rising and falling quickly with my breathing, tracing your face with my fingers* So perfect..
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detectiveoftheconsultingvariety:
*kissing you hard, hands moving to finish getting your trousers undone, shoving them and your pants down at once. gripping your arse and pulling you onto the bed on top of me*
*going willingly, hastily crushing my lips against yours, my fingers knotting in your hair* You. Are. Beautiful.
*hands clasping the backs of your thighs, pulling you tighter against me, teasing myself along your crack, moaning deeply against your lips*
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*lying back on my elbows, eyes sweeping over you* Less clothing..now. *growling, leaning up to tug at your waistband, biting my lip, eyes burning into yours* Sir.
Jesus fucking Christ. *trying to help you with my trousers, fumbling with the fastening before giving up, knotting my fingers in your hair instead*
*kissing you hard, hands moving to finish getting your trousers undone, shoving them and your pants down at once. gripping your arse and pulling you onto the bed on top of me*
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BCM BCG and Gunfighter Charging Handle by S.Dobbins on Flickr.
Magpul outfitted BCM carbine by stickgunner on Flickr.
Emma Winter’s first ever ‘Nestoon’ back at the end of 2010 at the Old Vic tunnels. ”Such an amazing space to work in. Takes me back to a freezing few December days in a dark dark tunnel with a torch strapped to my head, a thermos flask filled with hot elderflower to thaw me from the inside out and a soundtrack of echoing rattling train tracks as Waterloo station life permeated from above! Note to self get back down to those magical tunnels!”
Yes. *panting, kissing you back as I slide off the counter, stepping out of my trousers and pants. standing a moment to snog you hard, letting my hand wander down to grope you, groaning at your hardness under my fingers*
Fuck. *pulling away, grabbing your hand and running with you to the bedroom. shutting the door and shoving you down on the bed*
*lying back on my elbows, eyes sweeping over you* Less clothing..now. *growling, leaning up to tug at your waistband, biting my lip, eyes burning into yours* Sir.
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*gasping, tugging at your hair* Fuck…*eyes falling closed for a moment, savouring your touch. grasping your sides, pulling you up* We need to move. I need you.
*grabbing the side of your face and kissing you roughly, nodding* Bed? *tugging on your lower lip*
Yes. *panting, kissing you back as I slide off the counter, stepping out of my trousers and pants. standing a moment to snog you hard, letting my hand grope wander down to grope you, groaning at your hardness under my fingers*
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John/Moriarty…
UNF
Do want.
Right….Continue~