[ Mr. Morningstar lands his arm along the edge of the jacuzzi and so, it runs along the curve of James' upper back and shoulders, too. It's not a subtle move, it's not trying to disguise itself as anything else. It's in plain view. He likes that, he likes that the man is so adamantly unapologetic about what he wants. It makes things easier between them. This feeling of tension and rubbing shoulders comes down to them as people, not to the rest of the world. The rest of the world's pretty much non-existent from this vantage point anyway.
The motion of the other man's fingers running up his spine makes him shiver, the way they slide all the way to the nape of his neck and James leans his head back against his hand when he gets there, finding himself staring up at the night sky above, the lights from the city washing out the stars. His breathing shudders out of him and he slowly turns his face to the side, looking up at the other man's profile. Hard lines, strong jaw, prominent nose. Mm. He smiles, just a small tug at the corner of his mouth, amused.
Edging closer, his side brushes up against Mr. Morningstar's, underwater. James reaches out and slips his flat palm from the curve of one knee to the taut muscle of the man's thigh. ]
How do you punish a vain man with a mirror?
[ There are a ton of questions he could've asked, true. Is Lucifer Morningstar your real name or why am I here, why me, but he's not here to drag out foreplay with the big truths. The big truths will probably reveal themselves, if he actually manages to get out of this night without being fired and sent home without pay, let's be real.
Still, it's a sincere question. James raises an eyebrow slightly, just to go with the smile, lazy but intrigued. Sounds like something out of Dante. ]
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The motion of the other man's fingers running up his spine makes him shiver, the way they slide all the way to the nape of his neck and James leans his head back against his hand when he gets there, finding himself staring up at the night sky above, the lights from the city washing out the stars. His breathing shudders out of him and he slowly turns his face to the side, looking up at the other man's profile. Hard lines, strong jaw, prominent nose. Mm. He smiles, just a small tug at the corner of his mouth, amused.
Edging closer, his side brushes up against Mr. Morningstar's, underwater. James reaches out and slips his flat palm from the curve of one knee to the taut muscle of the man's thigh. ]
How do you punish a vain man with a mirror?
[ There are a ton of questions he could've asked, true. Is Lucifer Morningstar your real name or why am I here, why me, but he's not here to drag out foreplay with the big truths. The big truths will probably reveal themselves, if he actually manages to get out of this night without being fired and sent home without pay, let's be real.
Still, it's a sincere question. James raises an eyebrow slightly, just to go with the smile, lazy but intrigued. Sounds like something out of Dante. ]