“Don’t think you’re getting away without doing any work,” James murmurs, a breathless laugh escaping his throat as he stills above Michael again. Michael groans, lifting his hips and pushing himself deeper inside of James, setting a slow pace that burns at his arousal. James meets every thrust, palms flat on the mattress as he forces Michael to keep the pace steady and painfully slow.
Michael grunts as he shifts onto his elbows, propping himself up to watch as he presses into James again and again, feeling the younger man’s muscles tensing desperately around his erection. “Fuck, James. You’re gonna kill me. Please.”