They matched each other so fucking well in a way that shouldn't have worked at all. James hoped he never stopped appreciating that fact, never took it for granted.
Finally he had to move his hand or risk causing damage to Len's throat from the intensity of the cold. He replaced it with his mouth, licking and biting at the icy skin, his hand moving south with clear intent.
What was left of the fake army uniform pants was gone a moment later, torn away along with the very period-inaccurate boxer briefs beneath. All James cared about was the skin that lay beneath, pale and scarred and beautiful. He ran his hand over Len's inner thighs, tracing abstract patterns that brushed against his straining dick every so often, but never long enough to do more than hint at a tease.
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Date: 2016-08-18 04:59 am (UTC)Finally he had to move his hand or risk causing damage to Len's throat from the intensity of the cold. He replaced it with his mouth, licking and biting at the icy skin, his hand moving south with clear intent.
What was left of the fake army uniform pants was gone a moment later, torn away along with the very period-inaccurate boxer briefs beneath. All James cared about was the skin that lay beneath, pale and scarred and beautiful. He ran his hand over Len's inner thighs, tracing abstract patterns that brushed against his straining dick every so often, but never long enough to do more than hint at a tease.