God you're hot, [ Jim says in a rushed exhaled. What a poet. But it's punctuated with a proper, full roll of his hips, rocking forward once, then again, getting his balance and weight distribution where he wants it so that there's no slipping and fumbling a moment later.
A moment later, when he pulls back and then fucks into him, steady and eager. His control is threadbare, having been stripped away with the abandon Thomas offered him earlier, and maybe normally he'd continue going a whole lot slower for another little while he just-- can't, right now. ]
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A moment later, when he pulls back and then fucks into him, steady and eager. His control is threadbare, having been stripped away with the abandon Thomas offered him earlier, and maybe normally he'd continue going a whole lot slower for another little while he just-- can't, right now. ]