[ James only manages grunts and pants at first, but not a word of complaint leaves his lips. Not about the way Peter keeps his arms pinned down hard to the bed, not about the feeling of his thick cock burying deep in his ass. If he ends up bruised, then that's all the better. He sure isn't going to try to get Peter to ease up on him.
When one of his wrists is freed he does move his arm, though, hand flying to Peter's hair, fingers weaving into the strands. He cries at a sharper thrust and yanks on his hair, moaning a 'yes' immediately after as he lifts his leg higher, heel pressing against the small of Peter's back, urging him to go fast and rough. ]
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When one of his wrists is freed he does move his arm, though, hand flying to Peter's hair, fingers weaving into the strands. He cries at a sharper thrust and yanks on his hair, moaning a 'yes' immediately after as he lifts his leg higher, heel pressing against the small of Peter's back, urging him to go fast and rough. ]