[He laughs, though the sound is decidedly more breathless than he'd like, and gently shifts again in his reaper's grasp so he can look down at the man to the best of his ability. The mouth at his neck is almost torturous in the best possible ways, and there's a slight spike of loss when James' mouth moves to his shoulder. It's soothed by the prick of teeth against his skin, however, and he groans appreciatively.]
I'm a lucky, lucky man then, to have a partner so godsdamned talented like this.
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I'm a lucky, lucky man then, to have a partner so godsdamned talented like this.