[ James snorted, because really, when did he ever ask nicely? Still, he was glad that Steve didn't push on the subject. Talking about Klingons was a surefire way to kill his hard-on, and he was rather hoping Steve would take care of that some other way. ]
Oh, please. [ He laughed. ] Screw you.
[ His tone died out when Steve leaned down and bit his pectoral hard, dragging a soft cry from him. Fuck, he felt so good. He just wished Steve would rip the rest of his clothes off right now and fucked him until he was sore and hurting all over. ]
Broken piece of wood. Falling down a ravine.
[ Maybe it was the truth, or maybe it wasn't. Most of his scars shared similar stories, though: murder attempts, fights, the like. He didn't want to repeat himself much. ]
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Oh, please. [ He laughed. ] Screw you.
[ His tone died out when Steve leaned down and bit his pectoral hard, dragging a soft cry from him. Fuck, he felt so good. He just wished Steve would rip the rest of his clothes off right now and fucked him until he was sore and hurting all over. ]
Broken piece of wood. Falling down a ravine.
[ Maybe it was the truth, or maybe it wasn't. Most of his scars shared similar stories, though: murder attempts, fights, the like. He didn't want to repeat himself much. ]