[It's the name, always the name, hearing James speak soft and low. It doesn't take more than a handful of moments before he's gripping the hunter's hip hard and shuddering as he comes with a stuttered noise. It's even longer after that before he melts back into the couch, drawing his hand up James' back to pull him down into a light, tired embrace.
Damn the reports, he's more than content to be a distraction; this is his future husband, after all.]
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Damn the reports, he's more than content to be a distraction; this is his future husband, after all.]