Sorry baby. I'll make it better later, I promise . . .


[The words were mumbled against James' mouth between deep, hungry kisses. His hand was moving fast and rather roughly, and he knew it probably hurt his lover, but James was asking him. And he wanted it. Steve wanted to be buried in the man more than anything. He scissored his fingers, adding a third to stretch James even more. He bit James' bottom lip, sucking on it.]


A little more baby. Just a little more and I'll go in. Just a little more patience.