[ thomas doesn't want careful - not right now, at least. tomorrow or even in a few hours already he'll be glad for it because it's been a while and adjustment is necessary even when it hasn't been. he doesn't want careful, but at least (and at last) he has jim inside him, their bodies pressed flush together, the slow grind driving him out of his mind even further while providing enough sensation and pleasure that the adjustment period doesn't feel like one.
god, he loves being full like this, the feel of it, the weight of jim above him, the way his perception narrows until there's nothing but jim. ]
Any time, then. [ he finally manages. if his voice didn't sound as wrecked as it does, that might've come across as dickish. ]
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god, he loves being full like this, the feel of it, the weight of jim above him, the way his perception narrows until there's nothing but jim. ]
Any time, then. [ he finally manages. if his voice didn't sound as wrecked as it does, that might've come across as dickish. ]