[ Greediness... They're ticking off the deadly sins as they go, huh? James stands his ground as the other man steps up in his face, wrapping his hand around his cock, beginning to jerk him off at a slow, unforced pace. Not to hurry them along, but to tether them in the moment. James can tell the difference, having done too much of the former and never, never enough of the latter. He breathes out hard against Lucifer's mouth as he kisses him, parting his lips and letting him breach him again. Their tongues slide up wetly against each other and James tastes him, lots of alcohol, Scotch, remnants of champagne, he's a high class minibar, really, but it's all the same in the end. It's the greed. The want for more. As long as you keep ticking.
Honestly, James feels like a landmine currently. Just waiting to go off.
Cocking his head to one side to angle the kiss better, pressing back against the other man's mouth, stroking his tongue wetly, lots of water, he supports the weight of his cock against his palm, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke him at an even, smooth pace. Slow. Not quite as slow as Lucifer's doing it, but still, it will only get them so far. He wants the feeling of it, though, the heavy, hard feeling of the other man's cock in his hand, the heat of his body, the slick sound of water and skin slapping against skin. He rubs his thumb over the head, dips it into the slit, feeling the water make the slide easy.
His other hand slips up around Lucifer's shoulders, cradles him by the nape of his neck and pulls him down into the kiss, making a low, keen sound at the back of his throat as he meets him.
All the while, he thinks that greed is many things. There are many, many things in the world you can want and whatever the Bible says, come on, they can't all be bad. This? This can't possibly be bad. ]
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Honestly, James feels like a landmine currently. Just waiting to go off.
Cocking his head to one side to angle the kiss better, pressing back against the other man's mouth, stroking his tongue wetly, lots of water, he supports the weight of his cock against his palm, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and beginning to stroke him at an even, smooth pace. Slow. Not quite as slow as Lucifer's doing it, but still, it will only get them so far. He wants the feeling of it, though, the heavy, hard feeling of the other man's cock in his hand, the heat of his body, the slick sound of water and skin slapping against skin. He rubs his thumb over the head, dips it into the slit, feeling the water make the slide easy.
His other hand slips up around Lucifer's shoulders, cradles him by the nape of his neck and pulls him down into the kiss, making a low, keen sound at the back of his throat as he meets him.
All the while, he thinks that greed is many things. There are many, many things in the world you can want and whatever the Bible says, come on, they can't all be bad. This? This can't possibly be bad. ]