James grunts, struggling against the hold but not nearly enough to make Thor think he doesn't like it. In fact his whole body arches and shifts in Thor's lap, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Should make me do it," he murmurs, but still does as told, getting off of Thor's lap and moving over to the edge next to him, propping himself on his elbows as he leans forward just so. Then he glances back over his shoulder. "Like this?"