James glances nervously around the room, whole body on edge. He’s enjoying the feeling more than he thought he would. He’s not been bad for too long. Michael’s breath sounds in his ear, a quick gasp and groan spilling from his lips.
"Where are you?" James murmurs, scraping his lower lip slightly with his teeth as his hand creeps further down to his belt buckle. He doesn’t think about the fact he’s keeping it going.
"On my back," Michael replies very slowly, and there’s a smirk in his soft European accent. "On my bed. The lights are off, but I’ve still got my pants on…"
James’s eyes widen slightly at the thought. His cock jumps at the image of Michael rubbing himself through his pants. Fassbender’s room is three down the corridor, they could be face to face in under a minute, but they’re not. “I’m undoing mine,” James groans slightly, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his zipper. His cock pushes against the cotton prison underneath.
"I wanna taste your neck.." James closes his eyes. He can almost see Michael licking his lips, like a predator. His groin aches slightly at the thought of being wanted by another man. He’s never thought about it before.
"Yeah?"
"Touch your chest for me. Are your nipples hard?"
James gulps again and groans, following the command. “Yeah…” He replies, circling one with the tip of his finger.
"I’d love to feel them. Pinch them."
"Mmm," James hums, obeying Michael’s request.