[ He steps closer. James can smell him, notes of alcohol and cologne and man, which makes his cock harden the rest of the way. Doesn't help as Mr. Morningstar pushes his crotch up against his thigh and mutters against his temple, fingertips brushing over his underwear, still very much in place. Up here, a deal's a deal. You don't say. Inevitably, James is reminded of his dad who would often conclude that deals with the devil bind without contract.
Breathing out harshly as the other man grabs his buttock and squeezes it, like he's giving back as good and, it definitely feels like, better than he gets, James turns his head enough to follow him with his eyes as he continues out on the terrace. The lights play off of him while he slides into the water, seats himself on one of the benches along the side and reaches for a flute of champagne.
Well, old man, it so happens that James has realized at this point that a little bondage isn't so bad.
Prying his underwear off, leaving his cock springing free, more than ready, James steps out of the small slip of fabric and abandons it to the shadows of the room, following the other man out onto the terrace. Only the most necessary parts of the place are lit, right, just enough not to trip over your own feet, because that would be unsexy and they're not here for that, obviously. Though, you have to question whether Mr. Morningstar could manage unsexy, even when blindfolded and tied up.
The mental image indicates no.
James raises his chin and sits down on the edge of the jacuzzi, an arm's length from the other man, slipping into the water with a small splash that the night mostly swallows up. He ignores the champagne, though. Honestly, if this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience? He is going to enjoy it sober. ]
After. [ He replies, willingly. Finally. A glance over at Mr. Morningstar, followed by a cock of his head. ] Is this a two-way street? Will you answer one of mine?
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Breathing out harshly as the other man grabs his buttock and squeezes it, like he's giving back as good and, it definitely feels like, better than he gets, James turns his head enough to follow him with his eyes as he continues out on the terrace. The lights play off of him while he slides into the water, seats himself on one of the benches along the side and reaches for a flute of champagne.
Well, old man, it so happens that James has realized at this point that a little bondage isn't so bad.
Prying his underwear off, leaving his cock springing free, more than ready, James steps out of the small slip of fabric and abandons it to the shadows of the room, following the other man out onto the terrace. Only the most necessary parts of the place are lit, right, just enough not to trip over your own feet, because that would be unsexy and they're not here for that, obviously. Though, you have to question whether Mr. Morningstar could manage unsexy, even when blindfolded and tied up.
The mental image indicates no.
James raises his chin and sits down on the edge of the jacuzzi, an arm's length from the other man, slipping into the water with a small splash that the night mostly swallows up. He ignores the champagne, though. Honestly, if this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience? He is going to enjoy it sober. ]
After. [ He replies, willingly. Finally. A glance over at Mr. Morningstar, followed by a cock of his head. ] Is this a two-way street? Will you answer one of mine?