James grits his teeth and groans when Klaus comes, and he snaps his hips harder when the tighter muscles add more friction to each thrust. He doesn't let up, though, not when he's so close. His hand stays tight on Klaus's throat, little care over how hard he presses his fingers into flesh, and with a few more vicious thrusts he comes, coming while still inside Klaus, and continuing to fuck him through his own orgasm so he spills himself completely inside him.

Panting heavily as he comes down from his high, he presses his forehead against Klaus's nape, and finally his fingers ease on their hold. There are little crescent marks on the skin from his nails, and there's a good chance there'll be a bruise or two the next day, but James sure isn't apologizing.

"Fuck, that... was great."