The kiss was a little unexpected, but Jim had no problem adapting, and it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. He brought his hands up to hold Sebastian’s face as he returned the kiss, tongue always fighting for dominance, never willing to compromise even with Sebastian. This is much easier than talking to him, than acknowledging there’s a problem.
His sniper can’t have a problem, not right now. Jim needs him.
He puts up a fight, because he wouldn’t be Jim’s favorite if he didn’t show that he was willing to dig in and try to be a worthwhile puzzle. A fight worthy of the energy and the time. If speaking was such a trial, Sebastian wondered what snogging was like for the other man. Was it just as tortuously slow? His hands moved like a virtuoso and his teeth and tongue were hungry, but there was no doubt in the sniper’s mind that even if Jim didn’t feel those things he would put them forward. They played exactly to the sniper’s tastes, his weaknesses and would serve to draw him further into the web. Not that it would make a difference, he just wondered…if Jim liked this as much as he did.
It wasn’t sex. It was heat and distraction, and finally caving to Jim. Opening wide and conceding the ground to the better man. Jim’s tongue stroked the roof of his mouth and his teeth pressed against his lips in just the right places, and like always Sebastian didn’t have a single regret about choosing to yield to Jim Moriarty.