[Steve moved fast, suddenly in front of James, his hand covering the man's on the journal. If the guy wanted to take that back, he had a fight on his hands. A big one.
He spoke softly, lips near James' ear, his hand warm and gentle over the other man's.]
I never said that. I appreciate any gift given to me, especially from you. But what's this about you liking journals? I didn't know that, but it explains a lot about why you gave me one.
[Steve bent his head lower, slowly nuzzling in just beneath James' ear, giving the man time to pull away if he wanted. His thumb stroked over James' knuckles slowly, hungry for the contact, almost desperate for it.]
[ He wasn't really planning on taking the journal for himself, but he was still surprised that Steve was so quick to make sure that he wouldn't. He didn't even try to fight it, nor the closeness between them, more and more unwilling to listen as the rational part of his mind tried to tell him this was probably not a good idea.
But it was kind of like trying to step away from the edge of a cliff when he was already falling. ]
I just like writing in them, I guess. It's nothing special.
[ He liked to do sketches too, but those he always kept to himself. He couldn't bring himself to share that even now, as distracting as it was to have Steve this close to him. Stroking his fingers, nuzzling against his neck. He shivered a little, eyes closing as he turned his head to the side, free hand sliding up Steve's arm. ]
[He was hungry. Hungry for touch, hungry for information, just plain hungry for James. What he felt for the man . . . it was definitely inadvisable, and yet he kept chasing the man. Seems his heart hadn't learned a lesson even after Lucas broke it to pieces. Or well, that he broke it to pieces over the man. Lucas had never lied about his unavailability.
Steve slid his tongue over James' skin, still holding the man's hand with the journal, his other arm sliding around James' waist. God he wanted more. So much more.]
No. Just... information. Thoughts. I never wrote anything about you.
[ There may be a vague sketch here and there, but he wasn't planning on showing them to Steve, so it didn't matter. Writing about Steve seemed a little too dangerous to him. How easy it would be to use his feelings for Steve against him if he just wrote about the man like that. ]
You really have missed me, hm? [ There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as he let himself be pulled closer, his arm circling Steve's neck. His fingers brushed through Steve's hair, fingertips rubbing against the scalp. ] Looks like you can't keep your hands off.
[Steve would have been ridiculously happy to find out James drew. It had been a long time since he picked up a pencil, but once upon a time he'd considered himself an artist. Not a terribly good one, but definitely one who appreciated the beauty of the world around him. He pulled the journal free and tossed it back on the bed, so both their hands could be free. He groaned softly at the hand in his hair, shivering as he tightened both arms on James, his answer obvious. Steve was in so much trouble.]
[ James wasn't even the least bit surprised when Steve pulled him closer after tossing the journal aside. He didn't resist it either, in fact he was particularly pliant as his body practically molded itself to Steve's, both his arms wrapping loosely around Steve's neck.
He tried not to think too hard about it. Just a week ago, he was teasing Steve along with Jim, playing with him like a toy, and now he was here again, soft and pliant in Steve's arms, so eager for every touch and bit of closeness he could get. ]
Yeah. I can... stay a while. [ Lips brushed over Steve's, not really a kiss, but the contact warming him from head to toe nonetheless. ] What do you wanna do?
[He caught the man's mouth in a hungry kiss, crushing James against his chest. There was just something about James. The man didn't want him to be perfect, didn't want Steve to be good and polite and all the things he did without thinking because that was what a good man did. James wanted him to be bad. The man wanted his violence and his power and his aggression. James pushed his buttons so he lost control and Steve didn't fight it nearly as much as he should. It was a relief to find someone who wanted his darker side, who understood it and wasn't scared or disgusted by it. He rarely let people know it existed, let alone indulged it.
But with James . . .
Steve moaned into the man's mouth, moving one hand down the man's back to grab James' ass, covering one cheek easily with the span of his hand. He squeezed, pulling James' hips closer to his, rocking against the man slowly. He wanted to go slow, and he would, but at the moment he just . . . needed more. Just for the moment . . .]
[ He didn't expect that answer. He also didn't know what to make of it. Everything sounded like so much, James wouldn't even know how to ask what exactly Steve meant when he said that. Luckily he didn't seem particularly interested in talking, and James pressed into that kiss eagerly, lips parting willingly for Steve's tongue, a soft mewl crawling up his throat when Steve's hand slid down his back and grabbed a handful of his ass.
A pleasant jolt shot up his spine, his hips rocking against Steve's of their own accord. He wasn't hard but with the heated kiss and the way Steve was pawing at him, it likely wouldn't take long for heat to start pooling between his legs. His hands fisted Steve's shirt in the meantime, holding on tightly as he arched his body against Steve's, hooking a leg loosely around Steve's own. ]
[Steve growled softly and tore his mouth away, trailing his lips to James' ear, which he attacked slowly, sucking and licking before finally mumbling.]
Wanna take my time today. That work for you? I won't tie you up if you promise not to bitch too much. But I want to taste every inch, touch you everywhere. I've been dreaming about it. Going slow . . .
[Ever since he brought James back broken he wanted to love the man, really love him. James wasn't the type to put up with sap, but it was what Steve loved to do. As long as he didn't say anything, he should be able to get away with the slow, thorough loving he had in mind. And if not he could just hold the damn man in place!]
[ James couldn't say it out loud, but those words sent a thrill down his spine, making his heart quicken in his chest. He wanted to protest that he didn't bitch all the time, and Steve didn't always need to threaten to tie him up. Instead he just hummed, leaning back to cup Steve's face in his hand, then fitting their mouths together in a slower kiss, taking his time to explore and taste every corner of Steve's mouth. ]
Then show me what you've been dreaming about.
[ It was the closest he could get to saying yes to it. Yes to going slow, to taking their time. Yes to set aside the usual aggression and violence they went for. James had had enough of that while he was locked away. He just didn't want his mind to be pulled back to those memories. He wanted Steve to take care of him, just like he had for that week he'd spent in his room. ]
[Steve could hear the man's heartbeat speed up and it made his chest feel warm, right where his heart was. He let James kiss him, opening his mouth without a protest and letting the man do as he pleased, keeping his instinctive need to control silent. His tongue moved with James', slow and thorough, the way he always wanted to. It was so hard with James. The man didn't want anything even remotely resembling a commitment, at least not if his words were anything to go by, and yet he kept showing up in his own fashion. That, and they were just explosive together. The lust between them was almost uncontrollable and it drove Steve to act rashly, and immediately. Not exactly ideal for that slow loving he dreamed about.]
Gladly.
[He swept the man off his feet and held James princess-style, grinning down at him for a moment. Steve bent his head, nuzzling James' temple with a gentle kiss as he slowly lowered his lover to the bed. It wasn't as if the man weighed enough to be any sort of strain. Steve could take his time making sure James landed as lightly as a feather. If James didn't know he was absolutely serious and not just teasing, all the better.]
First, I sweep you off your feet. Then I lay you down on the bed. A nice soft one, since you deserve only the best.
[ He'd meant it when he told Steve to show him, so he didn't protest, he didn't struggle even as Steve picked him up from the ground, carrying him in his arms towards the bed. It made him feel so weirdly weak and exposed to be held like this, but he didn't fight it, instead tilting his head in and closing his eyes to press his temple back against Steve's cheek, fingers fisting into Steve's shirt.
He looked up at the other man as he was set down on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position, kicking his shoes off so they wouldn't be in the way later. His fingers were still in Steve's shirt, and he tugged gently, biting in his lips and wetting them slowly, feeling his heart hammering away even though they were going so much slower than they ever did before. ]
Could stand to be a little softer. [ But then that was hardly Steve's fault. At least it was better than the beds they had in their first rooms. ] Then what?
[He flashed James a smirk and started to work the hem of the man's shirt up, slowly exposing skin. Steve knelt and leaned over the bed, dropping kisses on the thin strip of skin he'd made visible, his hands still holding the shirt in place. He slid his tongue over warm skin, licking and sucking softly. It was so tempting to bite, to bruise, to make the man gasp with pain and pleasure, but that wasn't the point this time. The point was to show with his body what he couldn't say with his words. He still mumbled against wet skin though, narrating while he still could.]
I do it slow. I expose a little skin and worship it. Then a little more.
[ He smiled back and shrugged. Shoes weren't exactly sexy, he didn't think, so there was no harm if he got rid of them in advance. He rested his arms on the bed above his head, sighing as he stretched out on the mattress, letting out a soft gasp when Steve licked along the strip of skin exposed just below the hem of his shirt. It was slow and sweet and yet so addictive. He wondered if each of Steve's touches tonight would be like that, and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought. ]
Steve...
[ He dropped a hand down and buried his fingers in Steve's hair, brushing through the strands in slow motions, never digging his nails in or fisting the hair like he might normally do. He just wanted to encourage Steve to keep going. ]
[Steve shifted the shirt up some more, following the motion with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over the warm skin, pressing kisses to the wet flesh as he flicked his eyes up to James' face, smirking. Watching the man was fun, hearing James' enjoyment was better. But lord that hand in his hair . . . He sighed and leaned into the touch, resting his cheek on James' belly for a moment as he just enjoyed the contact.]
I'm going to kiss you all over James. Head to toe, although I'm starting in the middle. Every inch. I wanna taste you everywhere while you gasp and moan and squirm. And then I'll finally kiss you where you want it most.
[ James glanced down, returning the smile with one of his own, small and a little held back. This felt closer, more intimate, and that in itself made James feel so exposed, he needed some way to keep his emotions in check. Some way to prove to himself that he still had some control over this, over whatever was happening between them.
Even when it was becoming obvious that he didn't. ]
Steve. [ He murmured the name again, fingers sliding all the way back to Steve's nape, withdrawing only to repeat the motion, starting slowly from Steve's temple. He folded a leg up, foot running slowly up Steve's leg. ]
You mean my cock? [ He couldn't help tease, lips stretching into a grin. ] Or my lips?
Mmmm. Yes. And Yes. You'll probably end up tasting yourself. How you don't mind.
[Not that an objection would mean much of anything. Steve was sucking James off before they had sex. He wanted to, he knew the man would enjoy it, and that was that. He also planned to slide into James while he was still coming down from the high of climax. And then going slow. With no great impetus to rush to a climax of his own, it would be very nice. He could kiss James and touch him and bring the man back to another climax slowly. Steve could pretend they weren't both actively denying the growing bond between them. Just for a little while.]
[ Actually, he had a feeling he'd mind precious little right now. Steve felt so good on top of him, touching him gently, kissing his skin, even as he teased and kept the pace so slow. For once, James didn't feel the need to rush him.
He pushed his fingers through Steve's hair, a touch as slow as the ones Steve was making him suffer through. Taking it slow was never his type, even if it felt so good right now. ]
[Steve's mouth and hands were about halfway up James' torso and he smirked against wet skin he'd been licking and sucking. He purred at the hand in his hair, a habit he'd picked up with Lucas, but so far no one had been complaining. His hands stroked gently up and down the length of the man's sides, fingers moving over the ridges of muscle with loving care over and over. He nudged James' shirt higher with his nose, enjoying the extra effort of doing things as he was. It was fun.
He flicked his tongue over a nipple, glancing up at James' face with a sly look. Steve closed his lips over the hard flesh and sucked, moaning softly as his eyes slid closed.]
If you stop touching me I'm gonna bite you, and not in the nice way.
[ He couldn't believe for a moment that Steve would do that if he genuinely said no. Rough and mean though he could be, he just couldn't picture Steve as someone who'd actually do that.
The tongue dragging across his nipple drew a soft sound from him, his heels shifting and digging into the mattress, while his back arched to push himself up against Steve's mouth. Both hands moved to Steve's hair, fingers burying deep in the strands, one of them dipping lower to slide down Steve's spine underneath the fabric of his shirt. ]
So if I do it more, you'll bite me in the nice way?
[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.]
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He spoke softly, lips near James' ear, his hand warm and gentle over the other man's.]
I never said that. I appreciate any gift given to me, especially from you. But what's this about you liking journals? I didn't know that, but it explains a lot about why you gave me one.
[Steve bent his head lower, slowly nuzzling in just beneath James' ear, giving the man time to pull away if he wanted. His thumb stroked over James' knuckles slowly, hungry for the contact, almost desperate for it.]
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But it was kind of like trying to step away from the edge of a cliff when he was already falling. ]
I just like writing in them, I guess. It's nothing special.
[ He liked to do sketches too, but those he always kept to himself. He couldn't bring himself to share that even now, as distracting as it was to have Steve this close to him. Stroking his fingers, nuzzling against his neck. He shivered a little, eyes closing as he turned his head to the side, free hand sliding up Steve's arm. ]
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[He was hungry. Hungry for touch, hungry for information, just plain hungry for James. What he felt for the man . . . it was definitely inadvisable, and yet he kept chasing the man. Seems his heart hadn't learned a lesson even after Lucas broke it to pieces. Or well, that he broke it to pieces over the man. Lucas had never lied about his unavailability.
Steve slid his tongue over James' skin, still holding the man's hand with the journal, his other arm sliding around James' waist. God he wanted more. So much more.]
Do you write about me? About what we do together?
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[ There may be a vague sketch here and there, but he wasn't planning on showing them to Steve, so it didn't matter. Writing about Steve seemed a little too dangerous to him. How easy it would be to use his feelings for Steve against him if he just wrote about the man like that. ]
You really have missed me, hm? [ There was a hint of teasing in his tone, as he let himself be pulled closer, his arm circling Steve's neck. His fingers brushed through Steve's hair, fingertips rubbing against the scalp. ] Looks like you can't keep your hands off.
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Yes. Too much. Say you can stay a while? Please?
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He tried not to think too hard about it. Just a week ago, he was teasing Steve along with Jim, playing with him like a toy, and now he was here again, soft and pliant in Steve's arms, so eager for every touch and bit of closeness he could get. ]
Yeah. I can... stay a while. [ Lips brushed over Steve's, not really a kiss, but the contact warming him from head to toe nonetheless. ] What do you wanna do?
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[He caught the man's mouth in a hungry kiss, crushing James against his chest. There was just something about James. The man didn't want him to be perfect, didn't want Steve to be good and polite and all the things he did without thinking because that was what a good man did. James wanted him to be bad. The man wanted his violence and his power and his aggression. James pushed his buttons so he lost control and Steve didn't fight it nearly as much as he should. It was a relief to find someone who wanted his darker side, who understood it and wasn't scared or disgusted by it. He rarely let people know it existed, let alone indulged it.
But with James . . .
Steve moaned into the man's mouth, moving one hand down the man's back to grab James' ass, covering one cheek easily with the span of his hand. He squeezed, pulling James' hips closer to his, rocking against the man slowly. He wanted to go slow, and he would, but at the moment he just . . . needed more. Just for the moment . . .]
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A pleasant jolt shot up his spine, his hips rocking against Steve's of their own accord. He wasn't hard but with the heated kiss and the way Steve was pawing at him, it likely wouldn't take long for heat to start pooling between his legs. His hands fisted Steve's shirt in the meantime, holding on tightly as he arched his body against Steve's, hooking a leg loosely around Steve's own. ]
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Wanna take my time today. That work for you? I won't tie you up if you promise not to bitch too much. But I want to taste every inch, touch you everywhere. I've been dreaming about it. Going slow . . .
[Ever since he brought James back broken he wanted to love the man, really love him. James wasn't the type to put up with sap, but it was what Steve loved to do. As long as he didn't say anything, he should be able to get away with the slow, thorough loving he had in mind. And if not he could just hold the damn man in place!]
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Then show me what you've been dreaming about.
[ It was the closest he could get to saying yes to it. Yes to going slow, to taking their time. Yes to set aside the usual aggression and violence they went for. James had had enough of that while he was locked away. He just didn't want his mind to be pulled back to those memories. He wanted Steve to take care of him, just like he had for that week he'd spent in his room. ]
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Gladly.
[He swept the man off his feet and held James princess-style, grinning down at him for a moment. Steve bent his head, nuzzling James' temple with a gentle kiss as he slowly lowered his lover to the bed. It wasn't as if the man weighed enough to be any sort of strain. Steve could take his time making sure James landed as lightly as a feather. If James didn't know he was absolutely serious and not just teasing, all the better.]
First, I sweep you off your feet. Then I lay you down on the bed. A nice soft one, since you deserve only the best.
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He looked up at the other man as he was set down on the bed, shifting into a comfortable position, kicking his shoes off so they wouldn't be in the way later. His fingers were still in Steve's shirt, and he tugged gently, biting in his lips and wetting them slowly, feeling his heart hammering away even though they were going so much slower than they ever did before. ]
Could stand to be a little softer. [ But then that was hardly Steve's fault. At least it was better than the beds they had in their first rooms. ] Then what?
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[He flashed James a smirk and started to work the hem of the man's shirt up, slowly exposing skin. Steve knelt and leaned over the bed, dropping kisses on the thin strip of skin he'd made visible, his hands still holding the shirt in place. He slid his tongue over warm skin, licking and sucking softly. It was so tempting to bite, to bruise, to make the man gasp with pain and pleasure, but that wasn't the point this time. The point was to show with his body what he couldn't say with his words. He still mumbled against wet skin though, narrating while he still could.]
I do it slow. I expose a little skin and worship it. Then a little more.
[He suited actions to words.]
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Steve...
[ He dropped a hand down and buried his fingers in Steve's hair, brushing through the strands in slow motions, never digging his nails in or fisting the hair like he might normally do. He just wanted to encourage Steve to keep going. ]
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[Steve shifted the shirt up some more, following the motion with his mouth. He dragged his tongue over the warm skin, pressing kisses to the wet flesh as he flicked his eyes up to James' face, smirking. Watching the man was fun, hearing James' enjoyment was better. But lord that hand in his hair . . . He sighed and leaned into the touch, resting his cheek on James' belly for a moment as he just enjoyed the contact.]
I'm going to kiss you all over James. Head to toe, although I'm starting in the middle. Every inch. I wanna taste you everywhere while you gasp and moan and squirm. And then I'll finally kiss you where you want it most.
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Even when it was becoming obvious that he didn't. ]
Steve. [ He murmured the name again, fingers sliding all the way back to Steve's nape, withdrawing only to repeat the motion, starting slowly from Steve's temple. He folded a leg up, foot running slowly up Steve's leg. ]
You mean my cock? [ He couldn't help tease, lips stretching into a grin. ] Or my lips?
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[Not that an objection would mean much of anything. Steve was sucking James off before they had sex. He wanted to, he knew the man would enjoy it, and that was that. He also planned to slide into James while he was still coming down from the high of climax. And then going slow. With no great impetus to rush to a climax of his own, it would be very nice. He could kiss James and touch him and bring the man back to another climax slowly. Steve could pretend they weren't both actively denying the growing bond between them. Just for a little while.]
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[ Actually, he had a feeling he'd mind precious little right now. Steve felt so good on top of him, touching him gently, kissing his skin, even as he teased and kept the pace so slow. For once, James didn't feel the need to rush him.
He pushed his fingers through Steve's hair, a touch as slow as the ones Steve was making him suffer through. Taking it slow was never his type, even if it felt so good right now. ]
Can I keep touching you, at least?
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[Steve's mouth and hands were about halfway up James' torso and he smirked against wet skin he'd been licking and sucking. He purred at the hand in his hair, a habit he'd picked up with Lucas, but so far no one had been complaining. His hands stroked gently up and down the length of the man's sides, fingers moving over the ridges of muscle with loving care over and over. He nudged James' shirt higher with his nose, enjoying the extra effort of doing things as he was. It was fun.
He flicked his tongue over a nipple, glancing up at James' face with a sly look. Steve closed his lips over the hard flesh and sucked, moaning softly as his eyes slid closed.]
If you stop touching me I'm gonna bite you, and not in the nice way.
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[ He couldn't believe for a moment that Steve would do that if he genuinely said no. Rough and mean though he could be, he just couldn't picture Steve as someone who'd actually do that.
The tongue dragging across his nipple drew a soft sound from him, his heels shifting and digging into the mattress, while his back arched to push himself up against Steve's mouth. Both hands moved to Steve's hair, fingers burying deep in the strands, one of them dipping lower to slide down Steve's spine underneath the fabric of his shirt. ]
So if I do it more, you'll bite me in the nice way?
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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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assuming there's underwear because steve thinks playing with it is sexy |D
of course there is, he's not gonna go around commando style!
you never know . . .
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