Michael throws his arms around James’ waist, yanking him against his chest, and smashing their lips together. James yelps against Michael’s mouth, but it quickly descends into quiet groans of pleasure as he deepens the kiss, tongue swirling against Michael’s. His arms wrap around Michael’s neck, hooking over his shoulders. Michael grinds his hips forwards against James’, pressing their arousals together. His hands slide down to grope at James’ backside, a pleased, satisfied sound escaping through a smile. James nips at his lip, pulling it gently. “Don’t have much time,” he teases, leaning back so Michael can see the wanton look on his face. His lips hang open slightly, a quiet gasp escaping them.