When Sparrow's hand slips around to cup James's arse, to bring him forward, everything suddenly becomes so much better James would almost think it madness. It's... softer somehow, less strained, with Sparrow's hand caressing the muscle of his thigh. James feels he could almost call the man lover.
But such thoughts do not remain for long, for with this change in proceedings, James realises that he is much closer to completion than he'd appreciated. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he groans deep and throaty.
'Jack,' he tries, panting, tripping over the name, slurring it as if he were drunk.
'I'm- ah, Jack, I'm- I'm close...'
Even with this new softness, it seems to James that it would be beyond vulgar to come in Sparrow's mouth, to defile him as if he were some kind of common whore.
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But such thoughts do not remain for long, for with this change in proceedings, James realises that he is much closer to completion than he'd appreciated. His eyes are squeezed shut, and he groans deep and throaty.
'Jack,' he tries, panting, tripping over the name, slurring it as if he were drunk.
'I'm- ah, Jack, I'm- I'm close...'
Even with this new softness, it seems to James that it would be beyond vulgar to come in Sparrow's mouth, to defile him as if he were some kind of common whore.