It's strangely comforting to feel Sparrow's weight against him, to hear him groan into James's neck, and he rubs his leg a little between Sparrow's to goad him on a bit more. His fingers slip over the angularity of his hipbone and the smooth muscle of the man's arse and he takes a moment to appreciate the feel of him. It occurs to him that he thoroughly enjoys the feeling of having the man's pleasure entirely at his mercy.

Now is not the time for teasing, though, and he chuckles as Sparrow scrapes his teeth over the muscle of James's shoulder.

'Clearly I'm doing something right,' he murmurs into the pirate's hair, and with that he allows his hand to slip down to where Sparrow clearly wants it. Clutches firmly at the length of Sparrow's prick, thumb swiping along the underside as James himself likes it. It's hot and heavy in his hand, and suddenly he wants nothing more than to have Jack Sparrow in a swoon in his arms, Jack Sparrow clutching at him because of James. The thought is dizzying.

Trousers are quickly dealt with, pooling around those absurd boots, and now James is able to properly wrap his hand around Sparrow's length, working it between their two bodies. He sweeps the mass of Sparrow's hair to the side, brings his face close to the man's skin, breathing in the scent of sweat as his teeth scrape a path under his ear.

'Satisfactory, I trust?' He growls.