#mightymissjane

Richard surges forward to bite Sebastian’s bottom lip, hoping it’ll shut him up and, partly, that it’ll cover up his embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says, gratified by the way Sebastian rolls his hips against him, as if he can’t help it. “I’ve been told I do that sometimes. I can stop it if-”

“Shush.” Sebastian shifts, moves his knee between Richard’s legs and presses, and god, that has never felt so good. Richard moans. He feels the curve of Sebastian’s grin against his jaw, the huff of his breath as he speaks. “I like it.”

Sebastian’s voice is so low that Richard can feel it rumble against his chest. He closes his eyes, takes a breath to calm himself, because this is...is...

Sebastian leans back a bit and Richard can feel him studying his face, his body language.

Richard opens his eyes. Sebastian’s expression is carefully blank, but he can’t fully mask the concern in his eyes. He’s good at reading people, Sebastian, probably from years of experience with Jim, but it’s not necessary here. Richard isn’t his brother. He’s perfectly capable of communicating what he wants and how he wants it, or if he wants it at all. It’s just...

“Don’t do that,” he says after a moment. He places a hand on Sebastian’s chest, not pushing him away, just...giving himself the illusion of control. It helps that Seb’s got a really nice chest.

Sebastian raises his eyebrows in surprise, but then he schools his expression again. It’s careful. Like Richard is a wild animal, and if he moves too fast or says the wrong thing, Richard will scarper. 

“Do what?”

Richard gives him a pointed look. He takes Sebastian’s hand and kisses the inside of his wrist, turns his eyes away. Sebastian’s gaze is too intense to meet sometimes. And this is one of those times. 

“That...thing.” Richard frowns at his lack of eloquence. He tries again. “That guessing what I want thing. You can just ask me, you know.”

Sebastian looks at Richard and...yes, that’s definitely the first time Richard’s seen him looked so openly surprised, though it quickly morphs into something like chagrin. 

Which makes Richard panic.

“Sorry, I don’t want you to think I’m not into this,” he says, too fast. “Because I definitely am, I mean...” He takes Sebastian’s hand and presses it against his -hopefully not too obvious - erection. “There’s really no faking that. I just don’t want you to think that- Well, I know we look alike and I know you’re sleeping with both of us, but I don’t want...”

Sebastian cuts him off with a hard kiss and eliminates the scant bit of space he’d put between them. Richard will definitely deny the fact that his knees go weak later, but right now he’s too turned on to really care.

“I know you’re not Jim,” Sebastian says, breathless as he mouths against Richard’s jaw, over his neck, and fuck, right over that spot that makes him moan every single time. “Just...old habits and all that.”

“Right,” Richard says, breathless. “Old habits. Since that’s settled can we...?” He pushes Sebastian back a bit and nods towards the bedroom.