[ James doesn't need a lot of encouragement. The moment he feels Peter trying to urge him, he acts accordingly, humming against his lips as he grips his sides tightly, then pushes him back against the nearest wall. They nudge just barely against the table nearby, but he's more preoccupied with pinning Peter to the wall, one knee pressing between Peter's legs as he tilts his head and pushes his tongue into his mouth, hands already fumbling with Peter's shirt so he can slip them underneath the fabric. ]
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