[ compared to silva, bond is a small and compact man, all muscle and mind and whip-coiled reflexes. he fits easily underneath silva's hands, the cradle of his hips, the line of bared throat stretching above him, dipping into a broad chest, all warm skin—he remembers, remembers tracing bond's collarbone, his jugular, the angular jut of his jaw. ]
Now, now. [ silva's hips roll to meet bond's, an indulgent smile curling his lips. one hand travels from a hip to bond's crotch, the heel of his hand resting gently against the seam and pressing, just there, warm but unmoving. ] You haven't earned that yet.
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Now, now. [ silva's hips roll to meet bond's, an indulgent smile curling his lips. one hand travels from a hip to bond's crotch, the heel of his hand resting gently against the seam and pressing, just there, warm but unmoving. ] You haven't earned that yet.
[ so earn it. ]