[ 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.
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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.