James has been a weapon for a long time. It's second nature to him, to carry as much as he can, to be as prepared as he can be for eventualities. But it's also second nature to pursue relentlessly. When he has a target sighted, he doesn't like to pause to re-collect weapons or re-load them. He's like any bullet; unstoppable and merciless.
Leaving all of his weapons in one place, out of reach, it feels a lot like shedding a protective skin. There's a staccato intake of breath as Steve says perfect, and James can feel his hands on him. He remembers being touched like this, distant as it is. He tries to relax, letting Steve pull him back until they're settled.
"'Feels good," He murmurs, letting Steve's hands settle where they please without resistance. He doesn't know if it's good so much as not bad but he doesn't want Steve to stop. He still doesn't think that sex is what he wants at the moment, though he's thought about it on and off over the past few months. He thinks what he wants is something exactly like this, and sex would have been a means to this end.
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Leaving all of his weapons in one place, out of reach, it feels a lot like shedding a protective skin. There's a staccato intake of breath as Steve says perfect, and James can feel his hands on him. He remembers being touched like this, distant as it is. He tries to relax, letting Steve pull him back until they're settled.
"'Feels good," He murmurs, letting Steve's hands settle where they please without resistance. He doesn't know if it's good so much as not bad but he doesn't want Steve to stop. He still doesn't think that sex is what he wants at the moment, though he's thought about it on and off over the past few months. He thinks what he wants is something exactly like this, and sex would have been a means to this end.