[ As he's fully seated over the other man's cock, there's a moment of something he's only experienced a handful of times, probably because he usually fucks guys who don't ask, right? It's a moment of connection, as if he's bound to Lucifer by other factors than the physical ones. It's not a feeling of oneness, James isn't really a romantic anymore, but it's definitely a feeling of sameness. It's probably just a difference of semantics anyway. There's the huge fullness inside his ass, the other man's cock taking up all space there is and a bit more than that, too. And there's the sound of the other man's voice, comforting him, hand pushing his fingers into his skin, more touch, more points of contact.
His grip does tighten, then, when Lucifer starts pushing into him, just tiny thrusts that stretch James open without tearing anything, obviously he knows how to wield that gigantic cock of his right, huh? James catches a glimpse of the wide smile that accompanies we've got all night and despite his concentration, the way he's beginning to move against the other man, tightening his asshole around his length as he slides in, out, his eyebrows go up a little, amused. Feeling his mouth against his shoulder, he turns his head in against the side of his face, nose burying into his hair, lips over the shell of his ear. As such, he doesn't raise his voice, but the breathiness holds some humor now, his body warming up exponentially.
Oh, it's good. The slide, the stretch, the fullness. He hooks his arm around the other man's neck and pushes his whole front up against him, rising off his cock a little before sinking back down. His ass is coming around as well. He repeats the motion, angling himself a little, feeling - well, basically everything pushing against his prostate. He huffs out a breath, it's throaty, not quite a moan, but almost. ]
All night of this? Would kill me.
[ His free hand slips down over the other man's chest, palm flat, rubbing over pecs, nipple, hot skin. They're both burning. Like a fever. Like a fire. He turns his head more and runs his mouth over the other man's cheekbone, breathing shallowly against the curve of his upper lip, waiting for him to allow the right angle for a kiss. ]
no subject
His grip does tighten, then, when Lucifer starts pushing into him, just tiny thrusts that stretch James open without tearing anything, obviously he knows how to wield that gigantic cock of his right, huh? James catches a glimpse of the wide smile that accompanies we've got all night and despite his concentration, the way he's beginning to move against the other man, tightening his asshole around his length as he slides in, out, his eyebrows go up a little, amused. Feeling his mouth against his shoulder, he turns his head in against the side of his face, nose burying into his hair, lips over the shell of his ear. As such, he doesn't raise his voice, but the breathiness holds some humor now, his body warming up exponentially.
Oh, it's good. The slide, the stretch, the fullness. He hooks his arm around the other man's neck and pushes his whole front up against him, rising off his cock a little before sinking back down. His ass is coming around as well. He repeats the motion, angling himself a little, feeling - well, basically everything pushing against his prostate. He huffs out a breath, it's throaty, not quite a moan, but almost. ]
All night of this? Would kill me.
[ His free hand slips down over the other man's chest, palm flat, rubbing over pecs, nipple, hot skin. They're both burning. Like a fever. Like a fire. He turns his head more and runs his mouth over the other man's cheekbone, breathing shallowly against the curve of his upper lip, waiting for him to allow the right angle for a kiss. ]