[Steve would sooner die than force someone into sex. There wasn't much he'd do to someone unwilling if he had any choice in the matter. The only people who could be said to deserve torture, of any kind, were villains. And that was only based on his own moral code; if you spent your life hurting people, you deserved to be hurt in return.
Technically, James probably fell into the category of "villain," but fuck it. Steve was falling for the guy, and as far as he knew, James wasn't running around the Hell hotel doing his best to make other people miserable. That counted for a hell of a lot in his book. And the fact that he didn't have to look too hard at his feelings since James would never ask him to was a bonus. He could just . . . ignore all the problematic things his mind and heart kept bringing up to him. As long as James kept saying yes, everything else was moot.]
[He chuckled against James' chest and bit down on the nipple before switching sides, purring under the man's hands on his back. God that felt good! He scraped his teeth over the untouched nipple, teasing, before sucking it.]
Seems reasonable. I like being touched by you James. I like it a lot . . .
[ But he hadn't, and he wasn't telling him to stop now, either. Even though he probably should. But the way Steve touched him, feeling adoration pour out of him with each brush of fingers, lips and tongue, made him ache and burn slowly from the inside out, in all the best of ways.
He gasped when Steve bit down on his nipple, eyes closing briefly as his head fell back on the bed. ] Shit...
[ Legs parting wider to better accommodate Steve between them, he arched his back, his still bruised and scarred torso pressed closer to Steve's mouth. He didn't even think about the injuries, Steve had seen them all at this point, at least now they weren't bleeding anymore. ]
I can barely reach down to touch you.
[ He said it while fisting Steve's shirt, tugging it up and trying to get it off of him. At least it would be one less layer of clothing in the way. ]
[He just grunted at that. Of course he'd have untied the man. It just wasn't in Steve to hurt people that didn't deserve it, and he'd never use sex to hurt someone period. Not again. There were some things you just didn't do without consequences that weren't worth it. His list of sins proved that.
Steve inched a little closer to James, knees brushing the man's body as his hands and mouth kept playing. He still hadn't taken off James' shirt simply because it was more fun to inch it up with his nose. The fact that the man was dragging at his own clothes just made Steve smirk against hot skin. He liked making the man squirm. Steve mumbled against James' collarbone, amusement lacing his words.]
I dunno James. I can feel you tugging on my shirt just fine, although I like your hands in my hair better than twisted in my shirt. Or are you trying to say you want more than I'm ready to give just yet? You have to use your words James, I'm not a mind reader . . .
[ Surprisingly, James wasn't feeling very impatient tonight. Steve was clearly planning to take his time, and for once he was fine with the slower pace. If anything every slow touch and gentle brush of lips felt all the more intense when Steve took so much care with each and every single touch. ]
I just want to take your shirt off. [ He sighed, still bunching the fabric up in one hand, while the other moved obligingly and pushed into Steve's hair again, fisting the strands loosely. ]
[Steve purred against the man's skin, leaning his head into James' hand shamelessly. God that was good! He finally moved his hands to tangle in James' shirt and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room. It wasn't the first time he'd ruined the guy's clothes, and it probably wouldn't be the last either. It was just so satisfying . . .]
If you take my shirt off, you'll be touching my bare skin. You know I'm useless when you get your hands on me. Of course now I can get to all of you, at least above the waist. Maybe I should go the whole way back down before I do anything else?
[Was he teasing? Maybe. Did he plan to do that? Probably, unless James felt like making a "request." Steve liked it when James made demands. They were usually fun as hell.]
[ James let out a gasp, shifting and arching on the bed as Steve ripped his shirt open and exposed his torso. He was still covered in bruises, cuts and burn marks all over, but none of them would be new to Steve. He'd cleaned up and tended to each and every one of them, after all.
He rolled his eyes a little when Steve tried to tease him, but he wasn't gonna take the bait this time. Instead he tugged on his hair one last time, then let go completely, resting his arms above his head on the bed, ripped shirt pushed up to his elbows. ]
Fine, then. I won't do anything. I'll just lie here and let you do all the work.
[He growled when James removed his hands entirely. It wasn't a contest, even though it kind of was, and at the moment he was still winning. Sort of. Steve let his hands moved over the scarred skin on display, already well aware of each and every wound location. He'd been careful in his kisses to make sure he didn't aggravate any of them.]
Well, if you insist.
[Steve let his lips skim down James' chest and belly, stopping at his waistband. While his hands stroked and caressed the rest of him, his mouth went to work on James' crotch. He rubbed his cheek against the bulge there, mouthing it through the fabric. Steve was a little less gentle, using his teeth since the fabric of James' pants was still a barrier. Sucking the guy off first sounded fine to him. Fucking James when he was limp and sated sounded even better.]
[ The urge to touch Steve was surprisingly difficult to resist. James did like to be serviced and waited upon, but it felt so good to touch Steve all over, right now it took some adjustment to stop himself from reaching down again. He gripped the headboard of the bed to keep his hands occupied, and he spread his legs slightly when Steve settled himself between his knees.
He purred when Steve nuzzled his groin, hips shifting against him, bulge growing harder while Steve teased him. He bit back a moan, though, determined to push Steve to give him more before he gave him that. He knew the man wouldn't resist pleasing him, especially if he got to use his mouth. ]
assuming there's underwear because steve thinks playing with it is sexy |D
[Using just his mouth to get James' pants open was a challenge, and it took a while. The zipper was easy after the struggle he had with the button, but that was part of the fun. Growling and cursing against the man's erection was oddly fun, and his hands enjoyed themselves moving all over James' front, sides and even a bit of the man's back. Steve even tried a little tickling, just to see what would happen. Anything to distract James until he got those pants undone.
Eventually he got the pants open and breathed on James' erection before dragging his tongue over the man's underwear, the thin fabric going transparent immediately.]
Mmm . . . Look at how hard you are James. Such a pretty erection, and all for me.
of course there is, he's not gonna go around commando style!
[ James's lips curled in amusement as he watched Steve struggle with the button, but there was a sigh of relief when finally the zipper was eased down and his erection wasn't straining against his trousers quite so much.
A low moan pushed out of him when Steve licked up his cock. It grew fully hard at the first few laps, and he panted while he kept his eyes glued on the scene, watching Steve intently while he worked his mouth and tongue over his clothed erection. ]
It's just how eager I am to have your mouth on me. You do love sucking cock, don't you? Shit, it feels so good when I get to fuck your mouth. Love the way you swallow it all down like a good bitch.
[ The words were meant to goad Steve, but at the same time he turned himself on even more with the slight insult. Maybe Steve would retaliate, with either words or actions. ]
Mmph. I could do without the bitch, but yeah. I do like sucking off men, especially you. And I like you being rough too, since it really makes you come undone. But we're supposed to be gentle this time, hmm?
[He looked up James' body with a sly smirk, giving the wet fabric another lick before he scraped his teeth over the man's dick. God he loved using his mouth on someone! It was just so . . . yeah. He really did have quite the oral fixation.]
Right... you like it more when I'm the bitch, don't you?
[ Filthy insults fell from his lips like honey, but it was hard to resist it when Steve kept teasing him like this. Gentle wasn't that easy for him, or loving, or slow. It involved feelings and actually caring for his partner, and that felt like a dangerous path to tread, especially here.
But fuck if he didn't love Steve taking his sweet time. He groaned softly as Steve traced over his clothed cock with his teeth, hips bucking off the bed, trying to spread his legs wider even as his pants limited his movements. ]
Well. I'd consider the alternative you know. If you asked.
[And he would. Steve could take the violence James would likely dish out, and he'd like it too. It was something he wouldn't offer to just anyone though. In fact, aside from Lucas, no one else had ever been given the honor. He'd come awfully close with Erik, but didn't quite go all the way. James would be the first man, aside from Lucas, to manage it.
If he happened to ask for it.
Steve groaned against James' lap, sucking hard at the fabric-covered erection, well aware the extra friction from the underwear added to the pleasure. He nipped and licked as well, finally starting to pull at the fabric to really free James' dick. He wasn't quite ready to have the man completely exposed. And he'd probably have to use his hands at some point to accomplish that anyway. No sense in not teasing though.]
In the meantime, you might as well stop bucking till I get your pants off. It's not getting you what you want.
[ His tone was light and playful, but he meant it. He'd remember that for a later date. Not that he had any issues with Steve always pinning him to the nearest surface and fucking him silly, but variety was the spice of life and all. And he knew he'd absolutely love to see Steve on his knees or bent over, maybe tied up or begging, even putting up with some abuse as foreplay...
But for now, gentle and slow. That was what they were going for here, and Steve was clearly sticking to it. He let out a soft whine when he felt the drag of fabric against his erection, but he did as told and stopped moving, licking and biting down on his lips while he tried his best to summon whatever patience he had in him. ]
[It was sweet, the way the man gave him what he wanted, and Steve didn't have the words to express what it meant to him that James was being so kind. His eyes burned for a moment and his breath caught. Deep. He was getting in too deep.
Steve moved his hands to yank at James' pants, roughly pulling both pants and underwear down, letting the man's erection spring free even as it pulled James' legs together. He moved back to make more space and yanked again, tossing both items to the wind, not caring where they might land. Steve pushed James' legs down and open and bent between them, swallowing the man's dick easily. It was just a few moments of violence in the gentle interlude before he caught himself, but it bothered him. He shouldn't have reacted that way, but . . . hell. Steve sucked his mouthful gently, hands stroking the insides of James' thighs in apology. Even if James liked it rough he was supposed to be going slow.]
[ James sighed in relief as finally Steve pulled his pants down. Patience came with its own reward this time around, it seemed, and he moaned softly as Steve sank between his legs and swallowed him in one go.
It wasn't rough so much as intense, but that didn't mean they were straying from the purpose. He did appreciate the gentler pace, if nothing else because he was still feeling a little sore all over from the week-long torture, but he also really liked the closeness, the warmth that came with it that he couldn't quite pin down. It made him feel almost vulnerable to be so exposed like this, more than just physically, but at the same time he couldn't resist the high he got from letting Steve have him this way. ]
[Steve was lucky. James wasn't one to complain when he got what he wanted, but he had to stop thinking. That never did him any good in sex or relationships. He started to bob his head, making very shallow thrusts so his mouth hardly moved along the shaft, stroking with his tongue to give the most stimulation. Now that he had what they both wanted, he could go slow again. And he'd stop thinking about how he was making a huge mistake.
He groaned, making the vibrations obvious against James' dick, sucking harder. His hands slid under the man, cupping James' ass and bringing James' hips closer to his face. It pushed that hard erection farther down his throat and made him moan again, the sound hungry and promising both.]
[ A sharp moan pushed out of his mouth, head rolling as he let his hips buck up at Steve's coaxing. His eyes moved back down to get to watch Steve swallowing his cock, shivering and gasping whenever he felt the length push down the tightness of Steve's throat.
Fuck, that felt good. And the man was really good at it, too. The way he swallowed him so eagerly was nearly enough to make him come. He knew Steve wouldn't have too hard a time to get him to come like this, and his moans and gasps grew louder and more desperate, as he kept rocking his hips up, thrusting deep and hard into Steve's mouth. ]
[He made an encouraging sound, indicating without words he wanted that. Steve wanted the taste of the man in his mouth, on his tongue. He'd never get enough and he bobbed his head a little higher, letting more of the length slip out before he moved back down each time, his nose pressing against skin each time. Every time he gave head he mentally thanked Erik. It had been a vicious introduction, but he'd learned how to take it no matter what, and he was thankful for that.
Steve flicked his eyes up at James with a smirk around his mouthful, his hands still cradling the man's ass gently. They were going to have so much fun and it was barely started.]
[ He didn't really think Steve would try and stop him, but he was glad to get the confirmation. He could've just pushed for it if he wanted to, but then things would turn rough rather than gentle, and Steve seemed so intent on keeping them that way... and admittedly, James liked that idea rather a lot too.
Lips parted and panting, James's eyes didn't stray, fixed on Steve's face, watching him bob his head up and down, swallowing his cock like the eager little thing he was. He could hardly resist when he kept feeling that tightness of his throat each time he swallowed the hard length all the way in, and after a few seconds he was coming with a loud cry, one hand leaving the headboard to grip Steve's hair instead, clinging tightly as he bucked his hips up and shoved his cock in deep, making sure Steve took it all as he spilled himself to the last drop in his mouth. ]
[He sucked hard as James came, careful not to waste a single drop as he swallowed, making hungry, growling sounds that vibrated around the man's throbbing dick. When James finally fell still but for the panting, he finally lifted his head, but didn't stop teasing. Steve curled one hand around the man's dick, holding it gently, and started licking from base to tip, over and over. Slowly.
So he could talk too.]
Good boy. So beautiful James. You look so lovely when you come, and you taste so good . . . My beautiful James . . .
[ Jim trembled all over when Steve grabbed his dick again, whimpering at how sensitive it was, and how much more intense it felt when Steve kept licking him like this. He wasn't gonna get hard anytime soon, but every nerve ending in him was still so sensitive, it was hard not to be responsive. ]
Steve... get up here. Come on. [ He tugged on Steve's hair, though gently. He wanted this to be slow, so James didn't try to rough it up. ] Wanna kiss you.
Yeah? You want me to kiss you? So you can taste yourself on my tongue? Are you that hungry for cum baby?
[Dirty talk was fun, even though he usually wasn't that skilled at it. He loved it when someone else talked that way, although he usually blushed like a madman, but managing it himself was a crapshoot. He thought he'd done fairly well for the moment though. Steve rubbed his cheek against James' inner thigh, smirking up at him, but didn't hesitate to climb up the man's body. He kissed James, slow and teasing, stroking the shape of the man's lips with his tongue before finally giving James what he wanted. Steve kept teasing, sliding just the tip of his tongue past James' lips, his hands cupping the man's face as if he might break. It was the sort of thing he'd been longing to do, to treat James like glass because he was precious and fragile and didn't deserve to be hurt over and over.
It was a personal issue. Steve wasn't wired to be violent with those he cared about, except that's exactly what he was with James. It worked for them, and he relished the chance to use some of his strength and taste blood, but that wasn't all he wanted. It was a gift to have James allow him to be gentle when he knew the man liked the pain and the violence, and he wasn't going to squander it.]
Yeah, [ He murmured, nodding as he panted for breath. ] Yeah, I want you to kiss me.
[ His legs spread wider when Steve nuzzled against his inner thigh, fingers combing through the other man's hair. At least the orgasm had soothed him some, and he managed enough patience while Steve took his sweet time. His breath came out as a near shudder when finally Steve moved up on the bed, and he slipped his hands down his torso, then back up to cup his face, pulling him down for a deep, slow kiss.
There was no bite to it, no roughness. He felt like he was tasting and kissing Steve like he never had before, and it was exciting in itself. Just that slow exploration, tasting each other, tracing each other's tongue and teeth. He sighed into the kiss, petting Steve's face gently with both hands, soothed by the knowledge that he didn't have to force Steve to stay close to him. Not that he thought he'd ever have to. ]
[Steve was patient. He could spend hours kissing James and doing little else and be perfectly happy. He settled on James slowly, well aware he weighed a lot, but he wanted to feel the man against him. Steve let his hands slide under James, circling the man's back and waist loosely as he kept kissing.
God he liked to kiss.
His tongue slid against James' and stroked it, tasted every corner of the man's mouth. He traced teeth and tested the sharpness, enjoying the little thrill. Steve was hungry for more, so much more, but he could wait. At the moment, all James could probably stand was what he was doing. Of course, every once in a while he couldn't help rocking his hips just a little. He was hard as hell and James had to know it, but it didn't hurt to remind the man what still waited.]
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[Steve would sooner die than force someone into sex. There wasn't much he'd do to someone unwilling if he had any choice in the matter. The only people who could be said to deserve torture, of any kind, were villains. And that was only based on his own moral code; if you spent your life hurting people, you deserved to be hurt in return.
Technically, James probably fell into the category of "villain," but fuck it. Steve was falling for the guy, and as far as he knew, James wasn't running around the Hell hotel doing his best to make other people miserable. That counted for a hell of a lot in his book. And the fact that he didn't have to look too hard at his feelings since James would never ask him to was a bonus. He could just . . . ignore all the problematic things his mind and heart kept bringing up to him. As long as James kept saying yes, everything else was moot.]
[He chuckled against James' chest and bit down on the nipple before switching sides, purring under the man's hands on his back. God that felt good! He scraped his teeth over the untouched nipple, teasing, before sucking it.]
Seems reasonable. I like being touched by you James. I like it a lot . . .
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[ But he hadn't, and he wasn't telling him to stop now, either. Even though he probably should. But the way Steve touched him, feeling adoration pour out of him with each brush of fingers, lips and tongue, made him ache and burn slowly from the inside out, in all the best of ways.
He gasped when Steve bit down on his nipple, eyes closing briefly as his head fell back on the bed. ] Shit...
[ Legs parting wider to better accommodate Steve between them, he arched his back, his still bruised and scarred torso pressed closer to Steve's mouth. He didn't even think about the injuries, Steve had seen them all at this point, at least now they weren't bleeding anymore. ]
I can barely reach down to touch you.
[ He said it while fisting Steve's shirt, tugging it up and trying to get it off of him. At least it would be one less layer of clothing in the way. ]
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Steve inched a little closer to James, knees brushing the man's body as his hands and mouth kept playing. He still hadn't taken off James' shirt simply because it was more fun to inch it up with his nose. The fact that the man was dragging at his own clothes just made Steve smirk against hot skin. He liked making the man squirm. Steve mumbled against James' collarbone, amusement lacing his words.]
I dunno James. I can feel you tugging on my shirt just fine, although I like your hands in my hair better than twisted in my shirt. Or are you trying to say you want more than I'm ready to give just yet? You have to use your words James, I'm not a mind reader . . .
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I just want to take your shirt off. [ He sighed, still bunching the fabric up in one hand, while the other moved obligingly and pushed into Steve's hair again, fisting the strands loosely. ]
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If you take my shirt off, you'll be touching my bare skin. You know I'm useless when you get your hands on me. Of course now I can get to all of you, at least above the waist. Maybe I should go the whole way back down before I do anything else?
[Was he teasing? Maybe. Did he plan to do that? Probably, unless James felt like making a "request." Steve liked it when James made demands. They were usually fun as hell.]
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He rolled his eyes a little when Steve tried to tease him, but he wasn't gonna take the bait this time. Instead he tugged on his hair one last time, then let go completely, resting his arms above his head on the bed, ripped shirt pushed up to his elbows. ]
Fine, then. I won't do anything. I'll just lie here and let you do all the work.
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Well, if you insist.
[Steve let his lips skim down James' chest and belly, stopping at his waistband. While his hands stroked and caressed the rest of him, his mouth went to work on James' crotch. He rubbed his cheek against the bulge there, mouthing it through the fabric. Steve was a little less gentle, using his teeth since the fabric of James' pants was still a barrier. Sucking the guy off first sounded fine to him. Fucking James when he was limp and sated sounded even better.]
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He purred when Steve nuzzled his groin, hips shifting against him, bulge growing harder while Steve teased him. He bit back a moan, though, determined to push Steve to give him more before he gave him that. He knew the man wouldn't resist pleasing him, especially if he got to use his mouth. ]
assuming there's underwear because steve thinks playing with it is sexy |D
Eventually he got the pants open and breathed on James' erection before dragging his tongue over the man's underwear, the thin fabric going transparent immediately.]
Mmm . . . Look at how hard you are James. Such a pretty erection, and all for me.
of course there is, he's not gonna go around commando style!
A low moan pushed out of him when Steve licked up his cock. It grew fully hard at the first few laps, and he panted while he kept his eyes glued on the scene, watching Steve intently while he worked his mouth and tongue over his clothed erection. ]
It's just how eager I am to have your mouth on me. You do love sucking cock, don't you? Shit, it feels so good when I get to fuck your mouth. Love the way you swallow it all down like a good bitch.
[ The words were meant to goad Steve, but at the same time he turned himself on even more with the slight insult. Maybe Steve would retaliate, with either words or actions. ]
you never know . . .
[He looked up James' body with a sly smirk, giving the wet fabric another lick before he scraped his teeth over the man's dick. God he loved using his mouth on someone! It was just so . . . yeah. He really did have quite the oral fixation.]
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[ Filthy insults fell from his lips like honey, but it was hard to resist it when Steve kept teasing him like this. Gentle wasn't that easy for him, or loving, or slow. It involved feelings and actually caring for his partner, and that felt like a dangerous path to tread, especially here.
But fuck if he didn't love Steve taking his sweet time. He groaned softly as Steve traced over his clothed cock with his teeth, hips bucking off the bed, trying to spread his legs wider even as his pants limited his movements. ]
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[And he would. Steve could take the violence James would likely dish out, and he'd like it too. It was something he wouldn't offer to just anyone though. In fact, aside from Lucas, no one else had ever been given the honor. He'd come awfully close with Erik, but didn't quite go all the way. James would be the first man, aside from Lucas, to manage it.
If he happened to ask for it.
Steve groaned against James' lap, sucking hard at the fabric-covered erection, well aware the extra friction from the underwear added to the pleasure. He nipped and licked as well, finally starting to pull at the fabric to really free James' dick. He wasn't quite ready to have the man completely exposed. And he'd probably have to use his hands at some point to accomplish that anyway. No sense in not teasing though.]
In the meantime, you might as well stop bucking till I get your pants off. It's not getting you what you want.
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[ His tone was light and playful, but he meant it. He'd remember that for a later date. Not that he had any issues with Steve always pinning him to the nearest surface and fucking him silly, but variety was the spice of life and all. And he knew he'd absolutely love to see Steve on his knees or bent over, maybe tied up or begging, even putting up with some abuse as foreplay...
But for now, gentle and slow. That was what they were going for here, and Steve was clearly sticking to it. He let out a soft whine when he felt the drag of fabric against his erection, but he did as told and stopped moving, licking and biting down on his lips while he tried his best to summon whatever patience he had in him. ]
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Steve moved his hands to yank at James' pants, roughly pulling both pants and underwear down, letting the man's erection spring free even as it pulled James' legs together. He moved back to make more space and yanked again, tossing both items to the wind, not caring where they might land. Steve pushed James' legs down and open and bent between them, swallowing the man's dick easily. It was just a few moments of violence in the gentle interlude before he caught himself, but it bothered him. He shouldn't have reacted that way, but . . . hell. Steve sucked his mouthful gently, hands stroking the insides of James' thighs in apology. Even if James liked it rough he was supposed to be going slow.]
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It wasn't rough so much as intense, but that didn't mean they were straying from the purpose. He did appreciate the gentler pace, if nothing else because he was still feeling a little sore all over from the week-long torture, but he also really liked the closeness, the warmth that came with it that he couldn't quite pin down. It made him feel almost vulnerable to be so exposed like this, more than just physically, but at the same time he couldn't resist the high he got from letting Steve have him this way. ]
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He groaned, making the vibrations obvious against James' dick, sucking harder. His hands slid under the man, cupping James' ass and bringing James' hips closer to his face. It pushed that hard erection farther down his throat and made him moan again, the sound hungry and promising both.]
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Fuck, that felt good. And the man was really good at it, too. The way he swallowed him so eagerly was nearly enough to make him come. He knew Steve wouldn't have too hard a time to get him to come like this, and his moans and gasps grew louder and more desperate, as he kept rocking his hips up, thrusting deep and hard into Steve's mouth. ]
Shit, that's good... yeah. Steve, gonna come...
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Steve flicked his eyes up at James with a smirk around his mouthful, his hands still cradling the man's ass gently. They were going to have so much fun and it was barely started.]
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Lips parted and panting, James's eyes didn't stray, fixed on Steve's face, watching him bob his head up and down, swallowing his cock like the eager little thing he was. He could hardly resist when he kept feeling that tightness of his throat each time he swallowed the hard length all the way in, and after a few seconds he was coming with a loud cry, one hand leaving the headboard to grip Steve's hair instead, clinging tightly as he bucked his hips up and shoved his cock in deep, making sure Steve took it all as he spilled himself to the last drop in his mouth. ]
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So he could talk too.]
Good boy. So beautiful James. You look so lovely when you come, and you taste so good . . . My beautiful James . . .
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Steve... get up here. Come on. [ He tugged on Steve's hair, though gently. He wanted this to be slow, so James didn't try to rough it up. ] Wanna kiss you.
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[Dirty talk was fun, even though he usually wasn't that skilled at it. He loved it when someone else talked that way, although he usually blushed like a madman, but managing it himself was a crapshoot. He thought he'd done fairly well for the moment though. Steve rubbed his cheek against James' inner thigh, smirking up at him, but didn't hesitate to climb up the man's body. He kissed James, slow and teasing, stroking the shape of the man's lips with his tongue before finally giving James what he wanted. Steve kept teasing, sliding just the tip of his tongue past James' lips, his hands cupping the man's face as if he might break. It was the sort of thing he'd been longing to do, to treat James like glass because he was precious and fragile and didn't deserve to be hurt over and over.
It was a personal issue. Steve wasn't wired to be violent with those he cared about, except that's exactly what he was with James. It worked for them, and he relished the chance to use some of his strength and taste blood, but that wasn't all he wanted. It was a gift to have James allow him to be gentle when he knew the man liked the pain and the violence, and he wasn't going to squander it.]
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[ His legs spread wider when Steve nuzzled against his inner thigh, fingers combing through the other man's hair. At least the orgasm had soothed him some, and he managed enough patience while Steve took his sweet time. His breath came out as a near shudder when finally Steve moved up on the bed, and he slipped his hands down his torso, then back up to cup his face, pulling him down for a deep, slow kiss.
There was no bite to it, no roughness. He felt like he was tasting and kissing Steve like he never had before, and it was exciting in itself. Just that slow exploration, tasting each other, tracing each other's tongue and teeth. He sighed into the kiss, petting Steve's face gently with both hands, soothed by the knowledge that he didn't have to force Steve to stay close to him. Not that he thought he'd ever have to. ]
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God he liked to kiss.
His tongue slid against James' and stroked it, tasted every corner of the man's mouth. He traced teeth and tested the sharpness, enjoying the little thrill. Steve was hungry for more, so much more, but he could wait. At the moment, all James could probably stand was what he was doing. Of course, every once in a while he couldn't help rocking his hips just a little. He was hard as hell and James had to know it, but it didn't hurt to remind the man what still waited.]
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