[ James groaned when the shirt got ripped, his back arching and hips lifting off the bed, seeking friction in an attempt to relieve the erection currently trapped in his trousers. Steve's hands roaming all over his torso, groping and teasing, were driving him beyond crazy right now. Even when he wasn't causing any pain, it still felt like torture. The guy really had something of a mean, punishing streak to him, and fuck if James didn't find that incredibly arousing. ]
Unless what? What'd you want, Steve? Told you, I'm not fucking begging, if that's what you're gonna tell me to do...
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Unless what? What'd you want, Steve? Told you, I'm not fucking begging, if that's what you're gonna tell me to do...