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[notmydiagnosis]

[ 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. ]

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[spider]

[Swallowing down a sound, he buries his face into Crane's shoulder. Sweat begins to bead his pale body, a drip streaming by a dark smirk. One swift movement and he's pulling him closer, moaning into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, drinking him in like a man lost in the desert. He pauses with a sharp inhale of excited breath, following in a chuckle.]

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~