[ One moment, two - and then, James joins him, finally, gloriously naked, his cock hard against his abdomen and his gaze dark, heavy. Mmm. This happens to be exactly what he wants tonight, he realises, watching as the other man gets in the tub next to him, the water splashing slightly as he seats himself. A flat chest, hard muscle. The scent of man.
It's not his preference, sure, but sometimes it's just what does it.
Glancing sideways over the rim of his flute, he licks his lips and shrugs, stretching one arm out, leaving it resting against the side of the tub (and consequently, along James' back and shoulders, such a happy coincidence!). ]
If you don't try, presumably - [ He runs his fingers up James' back, along the ridge of his spine, all the way to the nape of his neck. It's a brief touch but steady. Unwavering. ] - you'll never know.
[ After, he said. So, it's the sort of promise you make when you've already been burned, huh, when you've felt the heat and as such, the necessity. The thought makes his own back tingle, like the scar tissue's alive and well back there and not dead, inconsequential. You make your own reminders, don't you? Doesn't have to point backwards, doesn't have to point forward either. Sometimes, it's just a thing of the moment, something that feels imperative enough to commemorate.
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It's not his preference, sure, but sometimes it's just what does it.
Glancing sideways over the rim of his flute, he licks his lips and shrugs, stretching one arm out, leaving it resting against the side of the tub (and consequently, along James' back and shoulders, such a happy coincidence!). ]
If you don't try, presumably - [ He runs his fingers up James' back, along the ridge of his spine, all the way to the nape of his neck. It's a brief touch but steady. Unwavering. ] - you'll never know.
[ After, he said. So, it's the sort of promise you make when you've already been burned, huh, when you've felt the heat and as such, the necessity. The thought makes his own back tingle, like the scar tissue's alive and well back there and not dead, inconsequential. You make your own reminders, don't you? Doesn't have to point backwards, doesn't have to point forward either. Sometimes, it's just a thing of the moment, something that feels imperative enough to commemorate.
And sure, yes, sometimes it's more than that. ]