[ he jerks, just slightly at the hold, his turn to eye the ceiling before his eyes squeeze shut, offering a lingering, low groan. why not, he thinks, he's already relinquished his most valuable asset, trusted something very precious to him to someone he couldn't trust as far as he could throw him (well, that was debatable, he could probably throw him a fair few feet). he's never been a waiting participant, however, and the implication that silva is getting exactly what he wants rubs him the wrong way, so to speak.
james soaks it up though, weak to a hand on his cock. it was true, many things silva had said and that were known about him and he realizes that frankly, it's been so long since he was at odds sexually with someone-- that he didn't lead the situation-- that he realizes a solution doesn't immediately appear and that in some awful way, not having control in any respect was doing something for him, something that went straight to his cock.
abruptly he pulls forward against the hold, despite whatever pain that would bring, thighs squeezing his hips once more, knees digging painfully into the chair's sides. it brought some reality back, gave him just a note of awareness and he wastes it all immediately in a game that would not work in his favor, ducking forward as if to kiss silva but tilting away last minute, arms curling lazy around his shoulders. and suddenly it's very casual, james bond with a hand on his cock, sighing boredly against his enemy's jaw, like maybe he planned it all along. ]
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james soaks it up though, weak to a hand on his cock. it was true, many things silva had said and that were known about him and he realizes that frankly, it's been so long since he was at odds sexually with someone-- that he didn't lead the situation-- that he realizes a solution doesn't immediately appear and that in some awful way, not having control in any respect was doing something for him, something that went straight to his cock.
abruptly he pulls forward against the hold, despite whatever pain that would bring, thighs squeezing his hips once more, knees digging painfully into the chair's sides. it brought some reality back, gave him just a note of awareness and he wastes it all immediately in a game that would not work in his favor, ducking forward as if to kiss silva but tilting away last minute, arms curling lazy around his shoulders. and suddenly it's very casual, james bond with a hand on his cock, sighing boredly against his enemy's jaw, like maybe he planned it all along. ]