Coping (John/Sebastian)

Sebastian moved towards John's neck and up to his ear, tugging and licking around his earlobe before making his way back down his abdomen, kissing and nipping down the other's chest and stomach.

He slid between John's legs, his lips ghosting over the other's clothed erection as he glanced up at John from between the other man's legs, a nasty, mischievousness smirk dancing across his face.

John groaned, ears filled with the sound of his beating heart, every touch, every kiss, every lick, they made him harder and even more eager.

"God, Seb, please," he needed more, anything, his hands gripping the other's shoulders, nails digging hard in the skin.
He parted his legs instinctively, his hips buckling up, needy of the touch of the other's fingers.

Sebastian grinned, thoroughly enjoying how his teasing was affecting the other man. He ignored the fact that John had called him Seb--only Jim had ever seemed to call him that. Other people always referred him to Sebastian or Moran--and placed his hand over the top of the other's bulging erection, caressing it painfully slow, teasing.

John gasped when he felt the hand on his erection, it was moving so slow it was pure torture, but it felt oh so good at the same time, he couldn't help the keen moan that left his lips.
"Come on..." he whimpered, his nails drawing a pattern on the other's back, he had no idea how hard he was doing it, and hardly realized he was leaving red marks all over the other man.

His hand flew to the side, banging against his night stand and he opened the drawer clumsily. After a few seconds of fumbling he took out a condom. Thank god he still had some.

Sebastian slid his hand up to the hem of John's boxers, his fingers gripping at the edge of them before he pulled them down, grasping the other man's erection firmly in his hand and gently starting to run his hand up and down it.

"You don't happen to have any lube?" he asked, knowing he'd need it at some point.
Sebastian gripped tighter as his pace quickened, the continuous clawing at his back turning him on further.

John had a difficult time thinking straight, especially with the other's hand wrapped around his erection. The question took a long time to process, but eventually he replied shaking his head.
"No, unfortunately no..." he mumbled, and looked at the ceiling. "But... it's okay... I can take it... the condoms are slightly lubed anyway..."

He smiled a bit. "You are supposed to make me limp for the next week, after all..."

Sebastian moved his hand a little faster, keeping his eyes on John as the other man spoke. "Fine. We'll go without it then." he replied, smirking at the thought of John in the morning because he was practically asking Sebastian to make sure he would be limping.

"Are you sure about that?" he teased, laughing gently at John's words.

John's back was arching, his whole body begging for more even though the sparks that Sebastian's hand was setting off. "Yes, very sure, don't have anything to do tomorrow..."

"I want to remember this," he breathed out, and then groaned, his hands finally able to undo the other's trousers and pushed them down as far as he could reach.

"Well, if you're positive then. I see no reason not to practically paralyse you so you can't walk and probably end up in a wheelchair." he joked, exaggerating--a usual habit he had of doing--as his hand pumped harder and quicker with each stroke he made.

"Oh, I'll make sure you'll remember it." he added quietly, sighing with relief as his trousers were pulled down, the pain of his erection not so tight any more in his trousers.

John couldn't help the laugh, the dark humor getting processed by his brain somehow, even through the haze of pleasure. "Rough is good... still I would find it rather inconvenient to end up on a wheelchair..." he teased him and groaned when he felt the pace grow faster.

"I won't last long if you keep up with that..." he pointed out, reaching down his own hand to grope Sebastian's crotch.

"If you want to end up in a wheelchair, I can help you with that." he joked again, grinning as he locked eyes with John, his own gleaming dark with lust.

"Good." he replied, giving the other man a naughty smirk before he deliberately moved his hand faster. Sebastian groaned as John's hand grabbed unexpectedly around his erection without him realising, forcing him to push up into the touch.

"I have no doubt, but no thanks... I prefer you fuck me at the moment," he breathed out, fingers wrapping around the other's arousal and starting to pump on it, mirroring the other's movements.

"Should I turn around?" He half-moaned, his legs parting in need. "Come on Seb, don't make me beg..."

"Who said I was finished yet?" he asked, attempting to move his hand faster than John's, finding that teasing the other man was very entertaining.

Sebastian grinned at the other's words, feeling as if it was so easy to have his way with him and possibly make John do what he wanted. "I'll give you what you want... but beg first." he teased, smirking. "Tell me what you want and beg for it."

John growled, his hand wrapping harder around the other's erection in frustration. "I am going to c-come s-soon," he whimpered, and thrashed his legs a bit. "I want you to fuck me... I want you to make me forget my name... everything about me and especially my bloody past..."

He panted, all his nerves pulsing, he was so bloody close. "Please... I need you to fuck me... God... Seb... yes..." He was suddenly side tracked, feeling himself coming oh so close to his high.

Sebastian grinned more broadly, listening to John beg him and plead. Oh, this was fun. Being in control definitely had its advantages. This happened to be a very good one.

"Pass me that over." he said, indicating towards the condom lying beside John. Sebastian had said he'd give the other what he wanted if he had begged.
He squeezed John's arousal tightly one more time before letting go, waiting for the other man to hand him the condom or do it himself. He wasn't complaining.

"Bloody hell," he protested as the friction on his arousal disappeared, he had been so close! He was confused for a moment as to what was happening and then realized Sebastian was talking about the condom.
"Mm... right..." he mumbled, trying to grip to his sanity.

"Let me do it," he said, his hands shaking a bit, but managing to open the wrap and take the rubber out.
He reached his hands down, caressing the other's arousal for a second before he rolled the condom on it.

Sebastian watched John's movements, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. Everything seemed so easy and John was probably used to having other people tell him what to do and go along with it just like Sebastian had always been.

A small moan escaped him as the other man caressed him again and starting placing the condom on, his eyes kept on John the whole time as he watched him closely.

John felt slightly self-conscious as Sebastian stared at him, his hands were a bit clumsy, but he knew perfectly well how to put a condom on. He'd done it many times, on himself that is.

He flicked his fingers down the other's length for a moment before pulling away, grinning shyly.
"You still want this, right?" he asked, finding himself to sound a bit too needy.

He didn't want to stop though, he really wanted to go through with this.

Sebastian paused, thinking about John's question. He obviously wouldn't have come here if he didn't want this. He wouldn't have stayed and had a drink with John either or kiss him, literally about to fuck him senseless so he could hardly walk.
Everything wouldn't have happened if he didn't want it.

"Yes." he simply answered, giving him a small smile.
Maybe he was just desperate.

"Good," he said, fingers moving on the other's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Because I want /you/," he whispered, one leg wrapping around the other's waist.

"Let's do this," he whispered, nibbling the other man's jaw.

"Okay." he said in agreement, taking a deep breath. He could take this. Although John's words had made up his mind, making him know he was actually wanted for once. He'd make John feel the same.

Sebastian brought John into another kiss before he pulled away and positioned himself, lying the other man down on his back before he pulled him slightly closer and inserted himself into John, deciding to go gently to begin with before he would start picking up some pace.

The kiss made John's head spin again, his arousal hitting him in full force, he needed this, he wanted this, and there was no other way he could say it further.
He felt a bit silly when Sebastian manhandled him into position, but it also made chills run up his spine to know the other man was stronger than him.
God, he wanted him inside.

And then Sebastian was actually pushing inside him, no particular preparation, only his hard prick sliding through his pulsing muscles.
He groaned loudly in pain, arching his back off the bed and not even realizing how hard his fingernails digged into the other's shoulders, this time drawing blood.
"Bloody hell," he whimpered, closing his eyes.
Yes, he was not going to walk properly tomorrow.

Sebastian pushed harder, quickening slightly. His own moans mirroring John's but not quite reaching the volume of sound the other man was making.
The pain he was obviously causing John would only help so he couldn't walk tomorrow.
He had asked for it.
Sebastian was simply doing him a favour.

And the pain the other was causing Sebastian only made him thrust deeper, as if to get him back for it. Revenge probably wasn't the right word though. The other was basically enjoying it so it couldn't possibly count as revenge.
Sebastian looked out of the corner of his eye to see exactly what John had done, noticing his shoulder was bleeding. Not to mention the other one as well. Here he was, trying to forget his past as well as John and yet the pain brought him back every time, making him remember everything.

The pain was quick to mix with pleasure as Sebastian picked a steady pace, the thrusts were deep and hurtful, but the friction was making John's arousal twitch. It was good, he thought with the little rationality he had left, it was like Sebastian owned him completely, it was like he could let himself go for the first time in ages.

So he pushed his hips down towards Sebastian's thrusts and he clung to his shoulders as if for dear life.
"God, yes, please, Seb, go on, faster."

Sebastian responded to John and forced his hips to move faster in a rhythm, getting deeper with each thrust he made. He had already broken out in a sweat from the effort, trying his best to please the other man as much as we was himself.
The pleasure and pain combined together was too much but utterly an amazing feeling.

The searing pain in his shoulders felt like needles, the blood oozing out of cuts and running down his arm. It wasn't something that bothered him though. Sebastian was too used to seeing blood by now.
Two more scars--and possibly more--to add to the rest of his 'collection'.