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James blinks, the inexorable flush climbing prettily up his neck darkening his cheeks. He thinks he might ignore Thomas. Sometimes ignoring Thomas for a minute or two is far safer than leaning into the madness. He always leans though, in the end. Thomas is bright eyed, but James can taste the wicked heat behind his gaze.
He swallows hard, desperate to touch him, his skin prickling, the heat of his blush sinking deeper, rushing through him and rousing his cock with alarming vigour.
Dear God, he thinks, resolutely not moving despite the growing weight in his groin and the warm beginnings of sweat dampening his hairline. He pictures Thomas, stripped of his finery, splayed before him, his round bottom firm and keen, his needy little moans, the bruises James might leave on his hips.
He smiles calmly, and stares back at Thomas, reaching for another volume and carefully not brushing his hand over Thomas’ large, pale one sitting so innocently on the desk.
“An interesting question, my Lord.” He absolutely refuses to be the first one to blink. “Before or after we meet with Lord Ashe, do you think?”
He settles himself back, cursing at the tremor in his hand as he opens his book, a needy ache throbbing in his belly and his back. He wants to shift, to tap out his wild frustration on his knee but more firmly, he wants to appear unbothered.
He turns a page, slowly and deliberately, and waits.
James is remarkably composed. If Thomas weren’t looking for it - if he didn’t suspect that it might be there - he would likely never notice the flush in James’ cheek; the bob of his throat as he swallowed too hard; the tension that always came over him when he was keeping himself still. Until he’d said it out loud, Thomas had wondered if James would even be interested in taking him- many men weren’t, either from inexperience or a preference for being taken or for avoiding penetration altogether. He thinks he can be certain, now, that for James the answer is a resounding yes.Â
Thomas breaks eye contact first, his gaze following James’ fingers as they pass close to his own. James doesn’t touch him, though Thomas desperately wants him to. If he were someone else he might be disappointed, but the anticipation only excites him.
He laughs, quietly, and utterly fond. “I don’t see why we couldn’t have both, if you’re feeling adventurous.” He rubs a forefinger over his lower lip in thought, watching James with keen eyes. Thomas takes in the sight of him, savours the slowness with which James turns the page, and knows fine well that if he tries to read he’ll retain absolutely nothing while Thomas is still gazing at him.
“But then, perhaps after would be better,” he says, tipping his head down slightly and lowering his voice, his pupils dark, “I think taking your cock for the first time is something I’d like to savour. And I’m certain you’d like to take your time with me.”
