[Memories of another man with Jim's face, sans scar, filled his mind and Steve shivered, his hands tightening on James' feet. He smirked down at the man, tempted to rip him free of those restraints, but that would leave injuries that would make sex less fun. Instead, he dropped both feet and grabbed the leg of James' pants on the left, ripping it all the way to the crotch, then repeated the action for the right leg, leaving the pants hanging on by threads. The sound was so loud in the room, almost echoing, and it was infinitely satisfying.

He sighed in pleasure and ran his hands from James' ankles up to his knees, eyes on the man's, pushing the fabric even further out of the way. He was leaning over the end of the bed, but he didn't plan to stay there long.]


I've never done that, you know. Used someone's mouth that way. But I might take you up on it James. Seeing your mouth stuffed like that would be awfully attractive and I can only imagine the sorts of noises you'd make. But I wouldn't manage to last very long in that position, so I think I'll save it for now. I wanna use my mouth first, and trust me, you'll be wrecked a long time before I tap out. How many times can you come James? Because I plan to bring you off at least once with my mouth before we move to other body parts. Just so we're clear, am I allowed to just keep going, even if you can't do much more than squirm? Since that has it's own appeal . . .