[ Crane can't figure out Moriarty and that bothers him--bothers him a lot. It's the reason why he's up when he shouldn't be, sleep schedule messed, and it's the fourth or fifth time he's paced his own room that he fires a text off to one Jim Moriarty. ]
My place when you're available.
[ Nothing else. He's at least figured that no matter the circumstances Moriarty will come at his own leisure. The best he can do is wait. ]
My place when you're available.
[ Nothing else. He's at least figured that no matter the circumstances Moriarty will come at his own leisure. The best he can do is wait. ]
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Kinky.
[Searching hands eventually find their way, ripping constraints to curl tapered fingers around his cock, running smooth strokes down its length. One withdraws to remove his boxers.]
We'll have to see. [—A smooth, entrancing voice—] I bet you ten quid you're screaming "Jimmy" first~