I . . . yeah. I mean yes. I can tussle. That's . . . that's fun too. I've done that . . .


[The instant James was nibbling on his lips, Steve's brain stopped functioning properly. All he wanted was more. So much more. He wanted to forget how much it hurt being away from the island, the worry over what was happening there, whether his loved ones had made the transition as well and he just hadn't found them yet. It was driving him mad, not knowing. Losing himself in sex was a weak escape, but he wanted it. He wanted to touch and be touched, to pretend.]


I promise I'll be careful James, but you should probably tie me up anyway, if you wanna be in charge.