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.