[ Jim keeps his hand in Thomas's hair, though it's gentler now, fingers rubbing uncoordinated, appreciative patterns against his scalp. Even as he moves, Jim's bright blue eyes just slim rings of color around wide pupils. For a second he looks puzzled - you don't want to kiss me? - but his brain sparks back online.
That hand tightens once again and Jim pulls him down, kisses him, wet and open and messy, tongue in his mouth. He groans low and satisfied and eager, his other hand winding around Thomas's side and pulling him against his body, rocking up against his erection.
Loopy and goofily handsy in the afterglow. Give him a minute. ]
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That hand tightens once again and Jim pulls him down, kisses him, wet and open and messy, tongue in his mouth. He groans low and satisfied and eager, his other hand winding around Thomas's side and pulling him against his body, rocking up against his erection.
Loopy and goofily handsy in the afterglow. Give him a minute. ]