He gently eases James’ legs apart,

He gently eases James’ legs apart, running his hand gingerly over his erection and rubbing teasing circles into his thighs. Bending further forwards he presses a feather-light kiss to the head of James’ cock, before bringing two fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them until they’re covered in saliva. James watches with lustful fascination. Michael has never been this gentle and he’s still learning, and as Michael presses his fingers up against his entrance, James lets out a guttural moan. He wants to ask what he’s doing but he holds his tongue in case it ruins the moment.



Michael slides his fingers in and out of James slowly, stretching the abused flesh. He knows he’s been rough with him, especially the night before, and he can feel James cringe slightly at the soreness. “Shhh,” he coos, kissing his stomach and nipping at his sharp hipbones as he picks up the pace a little. James’ gasps of pain turn to quiet moans as he relaxes, and occasionally Michael’s hot breath brushes over his cock, making his hips jerk a little. He groans, his eyes falling shut.



“Tell me when it feels good,” Michael murmurs, crooking his fingers as he fucks James gently with his hand. The words would be awkward, but not now, at this moment. James is almost even more turned on by Michael’s gentle sincerity.



Michael’s hand falls into a steady rhythm, stroking James so readily and gently that he has to grind back against the intruding fingers to stop the feeling making him too sensitive. He’s about to call it off, say it’s too much and that he needs Michael, all of him, now when suddenly the pads of Michael’s rough fingers touch something inside of James he’s not felt yet and his hips spasm at the new pleasure. James’ eyes widen slightly, a loud moan spilling from his lips. “Fuck, Michael,” He gasps, pushing his hips back against his hand. “T-that feels good…”