“Please,” Michael pleads, his voice a whisper. James shakes his head. He knows where this is going and he knows from before his self-control is lacking. He’s determined not to let it happen twice. He forces himself to think of home, the cold, gross feeling afterwards and the pain it left him in. It’s not enough to keep the sight of Michael kneeling over him and the fingers so close to his cock from turning him on, but it’s enough to keep him from giving in.
“I can’t. Don’t you think about what this is doing to my marriage?” He stresses quietly, tensing up to avoid the heat in his groin.
“No,” Michael says in a low, predatory voice, and his face is nervous and needy and determined all at once. “I try to just think about you, and what I want to do to you.”
His fingertips dust over James’ groin and James lets out a gasp because he’s so frozen up that the sensation is intense. He meets Michael’s eyes and his breathing slows because the calm, collectedness he’d mustered up before he’d knocked is ebbing away.
Michael stares at him. The look is almost as intense as the growing need James is feeling. “Trust me,” he mouths, “Please.”
His fingers hook into James’ waistband and teasingly sweep the skin underneath. James’ cock hardens, pushing against the fabric of his trousers.
He frowns, feeling himself threatening to get upset because he doesn’t know what to do. He’s supposed to be driving home right now to see his family, and instead he’s on Michael’s bed, again. “We can’t do this, Mike. I don’t know what else to say!”
“I get it,” Michael explains, his voice still a low growl. “But I can’t help myself. You’re so fucking sexy.”