James bites his lip as Sparrow rolls his hips against his, heat against heat and hardness against hardness, and although he exerts an iron force of will, something suspiciously resembling a breathy moan does slip from his lips. And then another, when Sparrow starts running a hand up and down his chest.
The conversation, though, seems to be taking a rather dangerous turn. What would he let Jack Sparrow talk him into doing? Not much, he would have hoped, but apparently that is not the case. Judging from what's transpired between them thus far, he'd let Jack Sparrow talk him into quite a bit. Not that he's going to tell Sparrow that, no, so instead he brings his hand up to the back of Sparrow's neck, pulling him into a proper kiss, not the light, teasing touch he's been using before.
'Well,' he whispers after he pulls away, 'I suppose that would depend entirely upon the strength of your argument, would it not?'
It's not an answer, of course, but then that's the entire point. And in any event, they are in such a position that James is quite sure he can distract Sparrow if it comes to that.
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The conversation, though, seems to be taking a rather dangerous turn. What would he let Jack Sparrow talk him into doing? Not much, he would have hoped, but apparently that is not the case. Judging from what's transpired between them thus far, he'd let Jack Sparrow talk him into quite a bit. Not that he's going to tell Sparrow that, no, so instead he brings his hand up to the back of Sparrow's neck, pulling him into a proper kiss, not the light, teasing touch he's been using before.
'Well,' he whispers after he pulls away, 'I suppose that would depend entirely upon the strength of your argument, would it not?'
It's not an answer, of course, but then that's the entire point. And in any event, they are in such a position that James is quite sure he can distract Sparrow if it comes to that.