[ James doesn't waste much time wondering whether he's going too hard or too fast. Billy's arching back against him, wordlessly asking for more, and he's all too willing to give him that, panting hotly as he stretches Billy wider, fingers curling inside him.
Their current position is rather limiting, though. Billy's pants are in the way, so they might have to move around to go any further. Or Billy will, at the very least. He hums thoughtfully, teeth dragging down Billy's neck as he slows the thrusts of his fingers. ] Turn around for me, and sit on my lap.
[ The table should still hide them fairly well, should anyone glance over at their already secluded booth. Not that James cares either way about having an audience. ]
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Their current position is rather limiting, though. Billy's pants are in the way, so they might have to move around to go any further. Or Billy will, at the very least. He hums thoughtfully, teeth dragging down Billy's neck as he slows the thrusts of his fingers. ] Turn around for me, and sit on my lap.
[ The table should still hide them fairly well, should anyone glance over at their already secluded booth. Not that James cares either way about having an audience. ]