[Oh that certainly does something for him, and he's groaning low and hot into the kiss as he braces an arm across the back of the chair. When he finally does pull away he's panting, face flushed and eyes dark as he leans back in to steal another.]
Do we have-?
[The words slip out between kisses, hurried fingers making short work of James' armor until he's able to press himself close without any distraction.]
no subject
Do we have-?
[The words slip out between kisses, hurried fingers making short work of James' armor until he's able to press himself close without any distraction.]
I mean here.