Do I?

[There's certainly teasing in his tone, and he grins against James' chest.]

I can think of a lot of things.

[The hand around the hunter's length quickens for just a fraction of a moment.]

Could be my hand

[He flicks his tongue over a nipple again.]

mouth

[His free hand wanders lower, resting teasingly along the ridge of James' tailbone.]

fingers

[And oh is he grinning as he pulls his hand away, instead coaxing the other man down so that he can grind slowly against him.]

cock. Any one of those things. All of 'em. None of 'em.