[ When Peter moves like that, sudden and arching, Jim stops moving. He's too experienced to yank his fingers back, but all tension and purpose leaves his touch, so that there's minimal pressure - just presence. Even high, he's watchful and attentive; something too trained into him to let go of. ]
I can do slower, [ he assures him, his voice warm and low. Jim doesn't press in further, just rests his hand where it is, and diverts some time to kissing Peter instead of working that further. He stays pressed close, steady and still very hard, his thumb stroking gently against the soft skin of his perineum, feeling the strange tingling on his fingers.
He only moves more when he's given the all clear to do so, and even then, it's slow and careful, focusing on the other man's reactions - and trying to find his prostate, of course. Always good to have a general idea of the layout in mind before the main operation. (That was a bad, unsexy sentence, I am sorry.) ]
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I can do slower, [ he assures him, his voice warm and low. Jim doesn't press in further, just rests his hand where it is, and diverts some time to kissing Peter instead of working that further. He stays pressed close, steady and still very hard, his thumb stroking gently against the soft skin of his perineum, feeling the strange tingling on his fingers.
He only moves more when he's given the all clear to do so, and even then, it's slow and careful, focusing on the other man's reactions - and trying to find his prostate, of course. Always good to have a general idea of the layout in mind before the main operation. (That was a bad, unsexy sentence, I am sorry.) ]