Instead he thrusts his hand out, caressing Michael’s cheek. Stubble rasps under his palm as he drags his fingers across the other man’s lips and his breathing grows even harsher as Michael opens his mouth and begins to suck, his tongue swirling indecently in the whorls of James’ fingertips. It’s filthy, it’s fucking lewd. Hissing, James jerks back and kisses Michael using his dry hand to raise his hips off the pillow he’s lying on top of. He pushes a finger into him and his cock twitches at the choked-back gasp Michael lets out, at the scrunch of his brow, and Jesus he’s so tight.
Michael bites his lip and moans wantonly, one hand scrunched in the material of James’ t-shirt and the other resting on the curve of his denim-clad arse. He’s too distracted to squeeze because this close, nose-to-nose with James, there’s no way to avoid that Michael’s going to know what James looks like when he comes, feels like when he comes, and that James is going to see that image reflected back in Michael like a mirror.
Christ. James works in another finger, scissoring roughly. He presses their foreheads together, eyes squeezed closed as he works Michael open. It’s quiet, too quiet, and he gasps out the first thing that pops into his head.
“Bet it isn’t like this with Zoe, is it?.”
Michael’s hips snap up. “No.”
James slides his fingers out and begins to ease into Michael with his cock, the tight heat of him and the grip of his fist on James’ shoulder making him grit his teeth. They aren’t using nearly enough lube, and it’s got to hurt like Hell, but Michael arches underneath him and they groan together, far too loud in the silence as James presses in and fills him.
Instead he thrusts his hand out, caressing Michael’s cheek. Stubble rasps under his palm as he drags his fingers across the other man’s lips and his breathing grows even harsher as Michael opens his mouth and begins to suck, his tongue swirling indecently in the whorls of James’ fingertips. It’s filthy, it’s fucking lewd. Hissing, James jerks back and kisses Michael using his dry hand to raise his hips off the pillow he’s lying on top of. He pushes a finger into him and his cock twitches at the choked-back gasp Michael lets out, at the scrunch of his brow, and Jesus he’s so tight.
Michael bites his lip and moans wantonly, one hand scrunched in the material of James’ t-shirt and the other resting on the curve of his denim-clad arse. He’s too distracted to squeeze because this close, nose-to-nose with James, there’s no way to avoid that Michael’s going to know what James looks like when he comes, feels like when he comes, and that James is going to see that image reflected back in Michael like a mirror.
Christ. James works in another finger, scissoring roughly. He presses their foreheads together, eyes squeezed closed as he works Michael open. It’s quiet, too quiet, and he gasps out the first thing that pops into his head.
“Bet it isn’t like this with Zoe, is it?.”
Michael’s hips snap up. “No.”
James slides his fingers out and begins to ease into Michael with his cock, the tight heat of him and the grip of his fist on James’ shoulder making him grit his teeth. They aren’t using nearly enough lube, and it’s got to hurt like Hell, but Michael arches underneath him and they groan together, far too loud in the silence as James presses in and fills him.
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