Jim allows Thomas to arrange them, amiable, though he keeps one hand on the older man's shoulder, a steady weight as they shift. Once they're in a position he's happiest with, that hand slips up to his hair, fingers threading gently for a moment before Jim gets a loose grip, just to see how he likes it. ]
You're so hot, [ Jim murmurs, which is not a smooth line, actually kind of a tacky line, but look, he's not a poet. His skin is flushed, his cock is hard, and the closest thing he can offer to a love sonnet is porn dialogue. But he's sincere, anyway. ]
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Jim allows Thomas to arrange them, amiable, though he keeps one hand on the older man's shoulder, a steady weight as they shift. Once they're in a position he's happiest with, that hand slips up to his hair, fingers threading gently for a moment before Jim gets a loose grip, just to see how he likes it. ]
You're so hot, [ Jim murmurs, which is not a smooth line, actually kind of a tacky line, but look, he's not a poet. His skin is flushed, his cock is hard, and the closest thing he can offer to a love sonnet is porn dialogue. But he's sincere, anyway. ]