"I will never get tired of that sight." Or the sight of any part of Len in pleasure, really. James loved every bit of it, and loved the sense of power that came from knowing he was responsible for making Len feel that good.

That only he was trusted and wanted enough to be allowed to see Len like this, vulnerable and exposed. No sarcasm, no dramatics, nothing to shield his true feelings from James.

A little more impatient now, he drove a second finger into Len's ass, working them in and out as he curved the tips to search for the spot that always drove his lover wild.