Dancing. They even called it the same damn thing. Some moments they really did seem too similar. But he wasn't thinking about that now. Right now he was just thinking about the hands on his ass, the muscles clenched around him, the impatient leg on his shoulder. With a hum he tilted his head to kiss a leg as he pulled his fingers out.

"Getting." He muttered with a smirk, and lined himself up, pushed himself into Jim. There was the soft groan, that first moment when flesh met flesh that always took his breath away, overwhelmed him for a brief pleasurable moment, but it passed and then he was thrusting, fast and hard, no slow work up needed. Just friction and sweat and pleasure. No thoughts.