Ouroboros || Fantasy AU
James doesn’t answer with words, but rather a throaty moan, the inflection which can only indicate acknowledgement and encouragement. He has not intentionally worked any magic over Sebastian, and yet the pleasurable glow he feels now compares to the sort of spell he’d worked the night before, the only difference being that he is himself ensnared by the powerful affects. They are tethered together in this moment, and more than the cruel triumph he’d felt when he’d bound Micah to him, James now feels a certain rightness; a piece of the world has snapped into its rightful place, the way it seems when an object is found by an owner who had not been aware they’d misplaced it in the first place.
Perhaps it is a sort of magic.
All at once, James feels distress. He feels that although Sebastian doesn’t have any magic of his own, he has somehow come to hold far too much power over his new employer. It does not mean that James wishes for him to stop, or that they should put an end to this dalliance. On the contrary, it means they should continue in earnest, but only some changes shall be made to their current engagement.
James opens his eyes, darker than ever for the irises being swallowed so completely by blown pupils, and gives Sebastian a push. He keeps pushing insistently, gasping as their bodies continue to move together despite the way he insists upon shifting position, and he does not give up until the larger man gives in and rolls onto his side, then his back. When James achieves what he wants, sitting tall astride Sebastian and smirking down into his face, all is well again. He moves, testing the new angle that has come with the change, and guides Sebastian’s hands to rest on his hips.
Sebastian isn’t the sort to turn easily onto his back, not for anyone. But James doesn’t push just once. He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing until the assassin finally does give in, and rolls over to his side, then to his back. He has to admit, the view is incomparable. James has never looked better than he does now, bare and ridding his lover with that smug smirk on his kiss-swollen lips.
His hands move where they’re guided, but he doesn’t just let them rest there. Without warning, they tighten on James’ hips and yank him down as Sebastian thrusts up, hard. The result is a loud slap of flesh and an even louder groan as the assassin continues, thrusting up into his lover with utter abandon. His hands don’t jerk James down for every thrust, though. He lets him guide his own response, at least for a bit.
The assassin’s arms wrap around James’ torso and yank him down, a hand threading into his hair and pulling him into another kiss, this one biting and commanding. Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s now the one on his back which makes Sebastian feel the need to prove that he’s not going to fully submit so easily. He will not bow to James as Micah does. He will fight back, every step, and they’ll both enjoy themselves all the more for it.