Michael examines the gloves as James trots to his bed. They seem new; he realises this must be what James wanted to pick up. He must have purchased them just for this. Michael grins. “So. You…like being spanked. With leather gloves?” James arranges himself at the foot of the bed as he answers, settling his hands on the round bars of the frame and spreading his legs.
“I like being spanked with many things,“ he shrugs. “Leather gloves are just one of my favourites. Why, d’you not like them? Have I taken the fun out of it, then?” He looks at Michael over his bare shoulder, hands still planted firm on the polished bars as he twists his body around just a little, and grins.
“I don’t think so,” Michael murmurs, and raises his eyes from the gloves to trail once more over the glorious body before him. James is short, stocky; he guides his legs further apart until James is posed to his liking, with his arms braced either side of his body, bent over a little way with his feet set firm on the floor. It suits him; his glorious thighs are tense, the set of his shoulders sharp and deliberate, his hair trailing a little over his bare neck. It’s getting long. Michael may not be entirely sure what James is expecting from him, but he‘s sure he can think of something to do with this body to inspire him. “No, I’m pretty sure we haven’t exhausted our fun, yet.”