𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 / 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆

[unjustifiable]

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[ panic has gripped adam's body so tight that when james suddenly pulls away, he almost falls over. the hand on his throat keeps him upright, though, tight enough for him to choke audibly as his body is pushed down onto the couch. he doesn't have the presence of mind to resist, focusing instead on doing as he's told in order to avoid as much potential pain as possible.

a flash of relief crosses his face when james digs out the lube, just long enough for it to be noticeable. then, somewhat reassured, he sinks back into that panic, harnessing it more consciously now so they can continue this twisted little game of theirs. ]

I don't want to --

[ but his legs fall open anyway, as though he can't help but obey despite his scared expression. his voice comes out tight and scared, still, both hands now reaching up to grasp james' forearm, as if trying to get the man's hand off his throat. the uniform adam's wearing has ridden up considerably now, completely baring him from the hips downward, half-hard cock resting against his belly. then, lower, his hole: on full display, darker than the skin surrounding it, totally vulnerable and ripe for the taking. ]

P-please don't do this, [ he whimpers, looking into james' eyes for the first time since they started pretending. tears have started to cling to his eyelashes, his pupils wide and dark. ]

[unjustifiable]

[ james is too drunk and too oblivious know how close he just came to ruining their little game, but he notices the relief on adam's face when he produces the lube. it vanishes too quickly for him to ascribe much significance to it. then that look of panic returns, and it occurs to james that adam looks very pretty when he's afraid.

he looks pretty when he does what he's told, too. james stares hungrily at his exposed cock and hole, the display made even more obscene by adam's position. james leans forward, inadvertently putting more pressure on adam's throat, and presses a lubed finger into his hole, sliding it in to the second knuckle. the heat of adam's body takes him by surprise: on the outside, he's warm, but on the inside he's almost feverish. james wants more. ]

Beg all you like. I know you want this.

[ he pushes his finger deeper inside, curling the digit upwards slightly. he always wanted to try this with mary, but he never worked up the courage to ask. it seemed degrading, to do something like that to his wife. but now he's with adam, and he has no compunctions whatsoever about degrading him. james watches the tears collect on the other man's eyelashes and wonders how to get him to cry some more. he pulls out his index finger and lightly circles adam's hole, the contact almost teasing, then tries pushing in his index and middle fingers at the same time. ] You feel good.