[ he reacts bodily to the touch; this was as much a part of the job as anything else and it wouldn't be the first time he'd put on a show of himself for the sake of it. his back arches just slightly, eyes cast down, half lidded with some unsaid pleasure, wetting his lips slow and distracted. and then he's drawn down and his eyes dart up to catch silva's, to lock him with that aware, focused look. it's as if to say careful, careful. ]
You say that like I've ever had anything to lose.
[ truth be told, not many men could manhandle him and there is a prospect of that that amuses him, but he draws his knees in and squeezes his hips instead, casually rolling his his own against silva's as if he's allowing it, doing it of his own accord and not because silva could have it whether james wanted to give it or not. he draws the tie off him like a whip, sharp and fast, purring his words low and easy in contrast, ]
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You say that like I've ever had anything to lose.
[ truth be told, not many men could manhandle him and there is a prospect of that that amuses him, but he draws his knees in and squeezes his hips instead, casually rolling his his own against silva's as if he's allowing it, doing it of his own accord and not because silva could have it whether james wanted to give it or not. he draws the tie off him like a whip, sharp and fast, purring his words low and easy in contrast, ]
Why did you come here tonight?