Don’t crumble any piece of your fine suit, tiger. Otherwise I don’t see myself very pleased with you.
Oh, I can assure you, I won’t crumple my fine suit, Sir. What is our next plan?
(Source: colonel-tiger)
I’m afraid my manners aren’t the least proper. As for dinner, I’d love to eat you.
My my such an attitude we have here. Be a good pet and I might think about it, tiger.
I might just undress again, if that is what you want, Boss.
Extremely funny, Sir. Shall I change, then?
This enough for you?
I never do jokes, Seb.
Now this is definitely something very nice to look at. I’m proud of you, tiger.
I’m afraid my manners aren’t the least proper. As for dinner, I’d love to eat you.
At least you’re having your tea. And I am wearing jeans - but of course, you don’t see that as clothing, do you?
I always enjoy a nice mug of tea, tiger. But no, I don’t. Yeah your jeans is a piece of textile which is at least covering your lower half - not that it need to be covered - but I wouldn’t describe this as a proper clothing at all. How do American call it? It’s half-assed.
Extremely funny, Sir. Shall I change, then?
This enough for you?
I would love to say that, but darling, this is how I dress - unless you object. French toast?
You mean this is how you don’t dress. I fail to see any style of clothing on you - despite being half-nude of course. You won’t give up anyway until I’ll agree to something for breakfast.
At least you’re having your tea. And I am wearing jeans - but of course, you don’t see that as clothing, do you?
Jim, want some lunch?
If this is your new strategy to distract me from work I shall inform you about something; You failed, tiger.
I would love to say that, but darling, this is how I dress - unless you object. French toast?
Jim, want some lunch?
I now answer questions. Please direct them to my ask box.
I am too riled up to actually sleep right now.
After a long period in Russia ordered by my darling Boss, I am back.
Should you have any inquires, I will be most humble to receive them.
I beg your pardon for this long wait.
Sometimes, in the mornings, Jim wakes up so early it’s still dark outside when he does. And Sebastian is asleep on the sofa in his working clothes, as not to wake Jim up when he comes home after a job in the middle of the night.
And Jim walks past him, first to the kitchen to grab a glass of bottled water to drink before he sits down in front of Sebastian on the sofa in the living area. He just sits there and stares at him, mostly because the bloody sod is absolutely handsome, but also because he likes to taunt Sebastian. Most likely with some kind of horrid smile, like the one Jim gave Sherlock on the tv-screen in the car.
So when Sebastian wakes up (not long after, because he can sense the little shit breathing on him), the first thing he sees is Jim’s crazy smile, and is confused at first but then just jerks back by the smile. And Jim just laughs, and as revenge, Sebastian chases him through the flat to capture him, and then they go to bed again and sleep in a tangled mess after a long session of violent lovemaking.
