[The next brush of James' tongue punches the air from his lungs, and he groans long and low. With a bit of effort he's able to hook a leg around his reaper's, rocking up against him with little shame. Gods how he wants to reach out and touch, but there's something so exciting at being unable to and while he tries his best to give a toothy, confident grin the effect is somewhat mitigated by the way his voice hitches and wavers when James' hand close around the both of them.]
Always gonna encourage this. Gonna be a damned bad influence if it means more of this.
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Always gonna encourage this. Gonna be a damned bad influence if it means more of this.