James was having too much fun with these candies. It was a way to cope, he was well aware. To deflect and distract from all the awful shit happening around them and to them every day, but fuck if he cared. He already took drugs on occasion, drank a little too much every so often, so some candies laced with the most interesting sorts of effects were sure to get his attention.
He liked some more than others, of course. One of them he'd been using and abusing, even, but today he was carrying a small bag with an assortment of candies that had a different effect.
When he walked around the library and spotted Jim there, face buried in a book, currently in his female body... well, he couldn't wish for anyone better to run into.
"Pretty thing like you, wasting your time away reading books," he shook his head disapprovingly, taking a seat next to him. "You know, we could be doing something a little more fun..."
He grabbed the bag from his pocket and waved it at Jim, smirk on his lips. "What do you say we run an experiment?"
Jim would agree with James that the candies were fun, that they were a
happy distraction. He was sure that was exactly the intention, that they
keep them from looking to deep into what was happening, what had happened,
a test of some sort. Maybe he was failing, but he needed these moments to
just - not worry about getting home for five seconds, wonder what nefarious
plot was coming. A man (or woman) couldn't always be on edge. It wasn't
healthy, after all.
To be fair, the candies probably weren't either, but that could be worried
about later. They certainly liked to turn up in odd places, like in a stash
of mints he had, which was how he had gotten into the predicament of being
in a female body at the moment.
He looked up when James came in, smiling fondly at the other over his
glasses - which totally enhanced his sexy, sporty look if you asked him.
The smile paired with a roll of his eyes, sitting back in his chair, arms
crossed beneath his well endowed chest.
"Huh-huh, and what sort of experiment are we talking about here?" he asked,
only a little suspicious, but sounding indulgent nonetheless.
Oh, the glasses definitely worked to his advantage. Jim as a woman was already cute to begin with, and that rack was sexy as fuck. Given that he hardly had to worry about being lewd in front of Jim, he found himself staring at his tits yet again, though this time he refrained from doing or saying anything about them right now.
"Well, I was wondering the other day, whether these effects could be accumulated. If you had one candy already, will the new candy not have an effect, produce a new effect and interrupt the previous one, or could we, possibly... match them together?"
He opened the little bag like he already knew he'd get Jim to agree to it.
"And as I pondered that, I ran into you. What a happy coincidence, don't you think?"
Well, being honest he would have to say he didn’t mind James admiring his
chest. He had wondered what they would be like when he had initially
changed, and he had been pleased to say the least.
He listened to James’ proposal, and it did sound interesting. He had never
tried two candies with effects at once, or at least, not to his knowledge.
He wanted to be miffed that James thought he would so readily agree, but
James just knew him to well. Of course he’d agree because it sounded
interesting and he did love a good experiment.
But he wasn’t going to let James have it so easy. He made a “mmm-hmmm”
sound, giving him a look that was both intrigued and suspicious at the same
time.
“And what do I get for helping with this little experiment?”
Thinking about New Year's resolutions felt strange. Granted, they'd just had celebrations close enough to Christmas, but every celebration was just that. Something close enough to something else, close enough to familiar.
Not that Christmas had ever been familiar, to James. He'd never celebrated it in his life. It literally took him being in Hell to have a Christmas, go figure.
But it was stranger still, because what kinds of resolutions could one have in Hell? Especially when he knew he wasn't ever leaving, he wasn't ever going anywhere? What could he really want in a place this miserable?
Maybe it was the lack of alcohol and drugs getting to him. James huffed quietly at the thought, glaring at the empty glass in his hand, slouching in his couch at the lounge, so lost in his own thoughts he didn't even notice someone approaching him.
"And here I thought you'd be using this as an excuse to drink extra."
It wasn't really an admonishment, though Kirk wasn't exactly pleased with James' use of drugs and over indulgence of alcohol in this place. But he hardly wanted to seem a nag, either. Days like this he wasn't going to make a big deal of it though. But seeing James curled up on the couch and not dancing? Not even with Kavinsky? That was new, and a touch worrisome.
So he slid his arms around James from behind, making sure to brush his ring finger and the warm metal of his new ring across James' jaw as he did so. The ring hadn't come off, not for a second since he had gotten it. Well, maybe when he got in the shower, but that was it (he didn't want it rusting after all!), and he had full on cried when presented the token from his other half.
"Did the glass do something to you?" he asked curiously, resting his chin atop James' head.
James nearly startled at the voice, but once he recognized it, he eased up again, relaxing where he sat.
"I would, if we had any drinks around right now," he said, tipping his head back to smile faintly at Jim. He all but melted against him when he stepped in closer and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability as he closed his eyes, and turned his head to hide one side of his face in the nook of Jim's shoulder.
His hand found Jim's, and he traced up the long fingers, lingering where the ring was. His heart beat a little faster despite himself, as he twirled the band slightly around Jim's finger.
"Would've broken it by now if it had," he said, finally opening his eyes. "Sit with me, gorgeous."
"Oh, how can I refuse an invitation like that?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss to James' temple before leaning back so he could come around.
He came around the couch and settled in close to James, tucking himself in neatly against his other's side, a puzzle piece slotting into place. He found his hand to twine their fingers, his thumb brushing over James' pulse, smiling a bit to himself when he noticed the faster than usual patter.
"So, what were you thinking so hard about, handsome?" he asked.
The praise came easily, as it always did when it came to Jim. They were in their room, late at night, after having had a lovely dinner and cuddled a little at the theater while pretending to watch a terrible movie. At least it was a good excuse to make out like a pair of teenagers in the back row. Basically, it had been a date. A lovely date, James might add, and he had found himself enjoying it far more than he thought he would.
Of course, the way it had ended made it even better. Jim was dressed down to his boxer briefs as he lay back on the bed, James still with his trousers on (admittedly getting a little tight by now), and he was kissing him slow and passionately, while his hand slipped down to cup him between his legs, still over his underwear. Jim was already hard and he groaned as he felt the bulge pressing against his palm when he rubbed it firmly.
"Just wondering... wanna bring some toys out to play?" They did have a very well-stocked drawer, and while they didn't use it all the time, James liked to rummage through it every so often and have his fun with Jim.
A date. An actual date, in hell. He really couldn't believe they had made a day of it, but they had and... he had loved it. It was nice to feel almost carefree in this place, as close as they could come to it, All of which was to say he was most definitely put into the mood when they reached their suite. The kisses helped even more, a slow and sweet passion that was somewhat rare for James, whom he found to be more forcefully passionate (not that he was complaining).
"What did you have in mind?" he groaned, rolling his hips against the press of James' hand, hissing at the pressure of his fingers against his aroused cock. He slid his hands up James' chest before raking his fingers back down, licking his lips.
It wasn't so rare anymore, at least with Jim. To him, there was a difference when he was in a relationship with someone, especially one as serious as the one they had. Granted, he still was going to be rough and passionate at times, but he also was going to show his love with more tender, romantic gestures, new and unusual though that was to him.
"Mm... not sure yet," he murmured against Jim's lips, forked tongue dragging into his mouth. His fingers traced and groped along Jim's clothed erection, finally pulling away and moving to sit up. "Stay right here and keep looking gorgeous. I'll see what inspires me."
Winking at Jim, he crawled out of bed and walked up to the dresser, opening their toy drawer and rummaging through it. With a pleased little hum, he found some black silk rope and a blindfold, which he brought back to bed along with a feathered stick toy. "How're these? Something light and and playful."
The forked tongue - he wasn't sure he would ever get used to it. Which wasn't to say that he hated it or anything, it was just - different. Something so intensely different between them that it always threw him for a loop. But then, his growing horns were his own version, now half a finger's length protruding from his forehead, a sort of matte black at the moment.
He laughed and shoved James gently to get him moving along faster, wriggling out of his underwear at the same time. He reclined into the pillows, like an offering or perhaps a king awaiting to be attended. He played with his ring at his lips as he watched James rummage and choose, cocking his head at the choices, an odd stirring in his belly at the sight of them.
"I'm worried where you'll put the feather toy," he teased James, but motioned him to come back, holding out his arms to him.
[ Well he does always like a visitor. Usually. But Felix was always
welcome, as it were. He was dressed down, casual like (but when wasn't he,
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His smile turned mischievous as he leaned against the door frame, crossing
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It has been a full year since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
A photograph of his father, George Kirk, with the offer of bringing him back to life retroactively. This means Jim will have grown up knowing his father.
An offer to advise Lucifer on defense around Penance.
A 1965 Chevy Corvette, in the style of his stepfather's.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
[Did Teddy really cal and at the same time forget he was doing it while ordering a drink at the club? Yep. There's some mumbled talking in the background, perhaps the flirtatious tones of a demon, but then those are gone.]
Oh! Right. Phone. Uh. Hey Kirk? Need 'vice. And I don't know a lotta people Billy doesn't hang with too. Help?
[Oh Teddy, precious boy, assuming Kirk doesn't know Billy well.]
[ Well, Teddy was mostly right. Kirk did know Billy, but he wouldn't say he knew Billy all that well. He had been to D&D night, sure, and he liked Billy well enough, but he wasn't bosom buddies with the guy.
The first thing to come to mind is that Teddy and Billy had some sort of fight, and there was a little puff of pleasure in the idea that Teddy had called him for advice. It was nice. But he could enjoy that glow later. ]
Yeah, sure, I'm on my way Teddy. Where are you?
[ The noise suggested the club, but he wasn't positive. But Teddy could probably hear him moving about as he went to get his shoes. ]
[Oh, Kirk was a good man. Good friend. Mary-Jo would be happy to know the guy was as good in person as he was on TV. Okay, maybe don't think down those lines.]
Club. They bring me drinks. Taste like cherries. Very nice.
For the first week, Tim avoided Jim entirely. He avoided all of them as much as he could, turned out to be quite a bit once he factored in school and work and extracurricular activities. Still, they lived in the same house. It was impossible not to interact, and each time they did, Tim softened a little. Especially as the second week wore on and being away from his usual spots started to take its toll.
Kissing Jim was weird the first time they kissed in the house. That was as far as it went, as anxious about the idea of being married as Tim was. But it was impossible not to keep kissing as the days went on, and each time they did, Tim softened a little. It was nice. Very soon, it was even fun. Not long after that, he started to look forward to it.
The first couple times they have sex, it's fun. It's nice. Tim stays in bed for the minimum amount of time to make things not awkward before kissing him goodnight, hurrying to the bathroom to wash up, and coming back to his room alone. That part sucks. He's grateful when things start to drag out once they're done. Grateful to just spend relaxed, quiet time in his bedroom with Jim.
Like tonight: James is at the hotel, Jim's phone is on the nightstand in case of an emergency, and Tim is just pulling the condom off Jim's cock and taking care of it before dropping bonelessly into his lap. Tim kisses him down into the pillows, loose and lazy, mouth drifting up to brush at the base of his horns.
"Y'okay?" Murmured, purred, basically just smushed into Jim's hair. "Not too heavy?"
Awkward had certainly been a word for things when Tim first arrived. Jim still felt guilty over what had happened, the way it had hurt James, however unintentionally. But they were in it now, and until Barbas was unseated, it would remain that way. But surely James couldn't complain about one of his particular favorites moving into the house, no? And with Jim's consent no less (because Jim could freely admit he had jealous streaks and insecurities when it came to some of James' favorites).
The small spots of affection were surprising, but not unpleasant. Though he had a feeling he would need Tim to lead in this, and he was happy enough to let him set the pace. It is not married bliss, and he sincerely doubted it ever would be, a peaceful coexistence was a nice compromise. Sex is a welcomed progression, and he has no qualms about indulging Tim and his desires. Nor is he insulted in the beginning when Tim doesn't necessarily wish for him to linger. He understands, and honestly he was not sure he was ready to linger either. Something tight and heavy in his chest began to loosen as they began to linger together in the sheets.
A grunt greeted Tim's weight, though it was not an unfamiliar weight at this point. His hands slid around Tim, stroking along his hips and back, down to his thighs and the curve of his buttocks. Tim's kisses were greeted with a shiver, a fluttering of lashes as he hummed.
"You weren't concerned about that when you were riding my cock a minute ago," he teased him, drawing little circles on the outside of Tim's thigh.
"Well, I was a little distracted..." Tim stretches from the tops of his shoulders down, shifting under Jim's hands with a smile. He rests his elbows over Jim's shoulders to look down at him, fingers twisting in his hair. "And you seemed plenty comfy. Just--let me know if you need me to move."
But the laxness in his whole body indicates that he has no intention of doing so if Jim doesn't ask for it explicitly. "I kinda like having you here, y'know. Just...chilling."
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action! during the trick or treat event
He liked some more than others, of course. One of them he'd been using and abusing, even, but today he was carrying a small bag with an assortment of candies that had a different effect.
When he walked around the library and spotted Jim there, face buried in a book, currently in his female body... well, he couldn't wish for anyone better to run into.
"Pretty thing like you, wasting your time away reading books," he shook his head disapprovingly, taking a seat next to him. "You know, we could be doing something a little more fun..."
He grabbed the bag from his pocket and waved it at Jim, smirk on his lips. "What do you say we run an experiment?"
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Jim would agree with James that the candies were fun, that they were a happy distraction. He was sure that was exactly the intention, that they keep them from looking to deep into what was happening, what had happened, a test of some sort. Maybe he was failing, but he needed these moments to just - not worry about getting home for five seconds, wonder what nefarious plot was coming. A man (or woman) couldn't always be on edge. It wasn't healthy, after all.
To be fair, the candies probably weren't either, but that could be worried about later. They certainly liked to turn up in odd places, like in a stash of mints he had, which was how he had gotten into the predicament of being in a female body at the moment.
He looked up when James came in, smiling fondly at the other over his glasses - which totally enhanced his sexy, sporty look if you asked him. The smile paired with a roll of his eyes, sitting back in his chair, arms crossed beneath his well endowed chest.
"Huh-huh, and what sort of experiment are we talking about here?" he asked, only a little suspicious, but sounding indulgent nonetheless.
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"Well, I was wondering the other day, whether these effects could be accumulated. If you had one candy already, will the new candy not have an effect, produce a new effect and interrupt the previous one, or could we, possibly... match them together?"
He opened the little bag like he already knew he'd get Jim to agree to it.
"And as I pondered that, I ran into you. What a happy coincidence, don't you think?"
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Well, being honest he would have to say he didn’t mind James admiring his chest. He had wondered what they would be like when he had initially changed, and he had been pleased to say the least.
He listened to James’ proposal, and it did sound interesting. He had never tried two candies with effects at once, or at least, not to his knowledge. He wanted to be miffed that James thought he would so readily agree, but James just knew him to well. Of course he’d agree because it sounded interesting and he did love a good experiment.
But he wasn’t going to let James have it so easy. He made a “mmm-hmmm” sound, giving him a look that was both intrigued and suspicious at the same time.
“And what do I get for helping with this little experiment?”
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new year's resolutions; forward dated to a few days
Not that Christmas had ever been familiar, to James. He'd never celebrated it in his life. It literally took him being in Hell to have a Christmas, go figure.
But it was stranger still, because what kinds of resolutions could one have in Hell? Especially when he knew he wasn't ever leaving, he wasn't ever going anywhere? What could he really want in a place this miserable?
Maybe it was the lack of alcohol and drugs getting to him. James huffed quietly at the thought, glaring at the empty glass in his hand, slouching in his couch at the lounge, so lost in his own thoughts he didn't even notice someone approaching him.
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It wasn't really an admonishment, though Kirk wasn't exactly pleased with James' use of drugs and over indulgence of alcohol in this place. But he hardly wanted to seem a nag, either. Days like this he wasn't going to make a big deal of it though. But seeing James curled up on the couch and not dancing? Not even with Kavinsky? That was new, and a touch worrisome.
So he slid his arms around James from behind, making sure to brush his ring finger and the warm metal of his new ring across James' jaw as he did so. The ring hadn't come off, not for a second since he had gotten it. Well, maybe when he got in the shower, but that was it (he didn't want it rusting after all!), and he had full on cried when presented the token from his other half.
"Did the glass do something to you?" he asked curiously, resting his chin atop James' head.
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"I would, if we had any drinks around right now," he said, tipping his head back to smile faintly at Jim. He all but melted against him when he stepped in closer and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability as he closed his eyes, and turned his head to hide one side of his face in the nook of Jim's shoulder.
His hand found Jim's, and he traced up the long fingers, lingering where the ring was. His heart beat a little faster despite himself, as he twirled the band slightly around Jim's finger.
"Would've broken it by now if it had," he said, finally opening his eyes. "Sit with me, gorgeous."
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He came around the couch and settled in close to James, tucking himself in neatly against his other's side, a puzzle piece slotting into place. He found his hand to twine their fingers, his thumb brushing over James' pulse, smiling a bit to himself when he noticed the faster than usual patter.
"So, what were you thinking so hard about, handsome?" he asked.
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action; cw: sex, toys, eventual mention of abuse
The praise came easily, as it always did when it came to Jim. They were in their room, late at night, after having had a lovely dinner and cuddled a little at the theater while pretending to watch a terrible movie. At least it was a good excuse to make out like a pair of teenagers in the back row. Basically, it had been a date. A lovely date, James might add, and he had found himself enjoying it far more than he thought he would.
Of course, the way it had ended made it even better. Jim was dressed down to his boxer briefs as he lay back on the bed, James still with his trousers on (admittedly getting a little tight by now), and he was kissing him slow and passionately, while his hand slipped down to cup him between his legs, still over his underwear. Jim was already hard and he groaned as he felt the bulge pressing against his palm when he rubbed it firmly.
"Just wondering... wanna bring some toys out to play?" They did have a very well-stocked drawer, and while they didn't use it all the time, James liked to rummage through it every so often and have his fun with Jim.
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"What did you have in mind?" he groaned, rolling his hips against the press of James' hand, hissing at the pressure of his fingers against his aroused cock. He slid his hands up James' chest before raking his fingers back down, licking his lips.
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"Mm... not sure yet," he murmured against Jim's lips, forked tongue dragging into his mouth. His fingers traced and groped along Jim's clothed erection, finally pulling away and moving to sit up. "Stay right here and keep looking gorgeous. I'll see what inspires me."
Winking at Jim, he crawled out of bed and walked up to the dresser, opening their toy drawer and rummaging through it. With a pleased little hum, he found some black silk rope and a blindfold, which he brought back to bed along with a feathered stick toy. "How're these? Something light and and playful."
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He laughed and shoved James gently to get him moving along faster, wriggling out of his underwear at the same time. He reclined into the pillows, like an offering or perhaps a king awaiting to be attended. He played with his ring at his lips as he watched James rummage and choose, cocking his head at the choices, an odd stirring in his belly at the sight of them.
"I'm worried where you'll put the feather toy," he teased James, but motioned him to come back, holding out his arms to him.
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I could use a good spar. Fight me.
[What a way to ask for some physical distraction from having to deal with feelings.]
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[ Well he does always like a visitor. Usually. But Felix was always welcome, as it were. He was dressed down, casual like (but when wasn't he, this was hell), and he smiled when he saw the young man on the other side. His smile turned mischievous as he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. ]
Okay, and what do I get for fighting you?
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A work out and a chance to hone your skills against a proper opponent as well as the chance to train me.
[What more could you need?]
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It has been a full year since Hell has been redone and made even greater than ever before. And you, my prized guest, have made it twelve months in your journey towards redemption. I know that there have been bumps along the way and we haven't always seen eye to eye, but I do wish to show my gratitude. Together, we will all leave Hell one day.
I have handpicked gifts specifically for you to commemorate this anniversary. I do hope you enjoy them.
Again, I thank you for all of your help in making Hell what it is today.
Yours,
Lucifer
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[Did Teddy really cal and at the same time forget he was doing it while ordering a drink at the club? Yep. There's some mumbled talking in the background, perhaps the flirtatious tones of a demon, but then those are gone.]
Oh! Right. Phone. Uh. Hey Kirk? Need 'vice. And I don't know a lotta people Billy doesn't hang with too. Help?
[Oh Teddy, precious boy, assuming Kirk doesn't know Billy well.]
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The first thing to come to mind is that Teddy and Billy had some sort of fight, and there was a little puff of pleasure in the idea that Teddy had called him for advice. It was nice. But he could enjoy that glow later. ]
Yeah, sure, I'm on my way Teddy. Where are you?
[ The noise suggested the club, but he wasn't positive. But Teddy could probably hear him moving about as he went to get his shoes. ]
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Club. They bring me drinks. Taste like cherries. Very nice.
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voice // un: kip_nyc // private
That room in your house that we stayed in after the casino--is that your room, usually? Or like a guest room?
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[ He did not like where this was going, but also wasn’t entirely surprised given the circumstances. ]
A guest bedroom. James and I share the master, Shion has another, and the fourth - well, that’s occupied in its own way.
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action // cw: sexual content // during their living together
Kissing Jim was weird the first time they kissed in the house. That was as far as it went, as anxious about the idea of being married as Tim was. But it was impossible not to keep kissing as the days went on, and each time they did, Tim softened a little. It was nice. Very soon, it was even fun. Not long after that, he started to look forward to it.
The first couple times they have sex, it's fun. It's nice. Tim stays in bed for the minimum amount of time to make things not awkward before kissing him goodnight, hurrying to the bathroom to wash up, and coming back to his room alone. That part sucks. He's grateful when things start to drag out once they're done. Grateful to just spend relaxed, quiet time in his bedroom with Jim.
Like tonight: James is at the hotel, Jim's phone is on the nightstand in case of an emergency, and Tim is just pulling the condom off Jim's cock and taking care of it before dropping bonelessly into his lap. Tim kisses him down into the pillows, loose and lazy, mouth drifting up to brush at the base of his horns.
"Y'okay?" Murmured, purred, basically just smushed into Jim's hair. "Not too heavy?"
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The small spots of affection were surprising, but not unpleasant. Though he had a feeling he would need Tim to lead in this, and he was happy enough to let him set the pace. It is not married bliss, and he sincerely doubted it ever would be, a peaceful coexistence was a nice compromise. Sex is a welcomed progression, and he has no qualms about indulging Tim and his desires. Nor is he insulted in the beginning when Tim doesn't necessarily wish for him to linger. He understands, and honestly he was not sure he was ready to linger either. Something tight and heavy in his chest began to loosen as they began to linger together in the sheets.
A grunt greeted Tim's weight, though it was not an unfamiliar weight at this point. His hands slid around Tim, stroking along his hips and back, down to his thighs and the curve of his buttocks. Tim's kisses were greeted with a shiver, a fluttering of lashes as he hummed.
"You weren't concerned about that when you were riding my cock a minute ago," he teased him, drawing little circles on the outside of Tim's thigh.
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But the laxness in his whole body indicates that he has no intention of doing so if Jim doesn't ask for it explicitly. "I kinda like having you here, y'know. Just...chilling."
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