That all? I think I'll do both honestly. Biting through your clothes is so much fun.


[Steve let James have his kiss and gave him a few more, hands digging into the man's chest like a cat kneading. He trailed his mouth down James' neck to his collar, and nudged the fabric aside to nip at bare skin, teasing. His hands moved down the man's body, stroking and squeezing as his mouth moved over the shirt, wetting it in patches as he bit and sucked through the material. It meant he could be just a little harsher and he liked that, knowing the shirt would blunt any pain into that pleasure they both craved.]


Gonna eat you out James. Gonna make you beg for it while you writhe, then finally take you . . .