The cold blade runs over the snipers jaw, under the edge of the black tie being used as a blindfold, over the bridge of his nose, across the mans cheek and into his ear. Not cutting into the skin, just scratching enough to make it sting.
Moran's stark naked in the middle of the basement, arms tied behind his back, and angles tied to the legs of the plastic chair he's sat on, legs spread.
The coldness of the blade disappears and when it reappears it's moved. No longer on his face, the sharp edge runs across his rib cage, leaving faint red lines in its wake, causing the sniper to moan and attempt to lift his hips up.
"Settle down, tiger." The Irish voice purred into the snipers ear, causing Sebastian to still instantly. "You really are a 'Sucker For Pain'." He says, biting his Tigers ear, hard. The bound man chuckles softly, tilting his head back towards him. "Nice Suicide Squad reference, kitten." It takes the sniper by surprise when his head is yanked back by his hair, hard. "Did I tell you you could talk?" Jim's teeth bite into the left side of his neck while he carelessly drags the blade of the knife over the right side of his neck, causing Moran having no option but to take the pain. Which he does. Eagerly. The knife then trails its way down and down and down to his abdomen. And then down further, brushing over Sebastian's length. "Careful, Basher. Don't wanna cut yourself~." He nicked Sebastian with the knife on the inner thigh, causing him to hiss just a little. "I think my initials would look pretty," the knife trails back up to Sebastian's shoulder, the point pressing into his skin a little, "here." He murmurs, mapping out his artwork that he can carve into his Tigers skin. And he starts the carving.
