[James' name is a prayer that falls from his lips, quietly at first but rising in tone and intensity with each feather-light brush of his lips. The heat is maddening, but what breaks all of his resolve is when his reaper looks up; the love in his gaze is more than enough to cause Liam to crumble in upon himself, and he moans low and reverently as he fights to keep watching the man work.
Fingers curl a bit harder in James' hair, stroking gently as Liam's hands shake. Praise comes in breathy gasps, and he stills himself against bucking in order to just let the reaper work.]
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Fingers curl a bit harder in James' hair, stroking gently as Liam's hands shake. Praise comes in breathy gasps, and he stills himself against bucking in order to just let the reaper work.]
Beautiful [He manages You're so beautiful- shit