[ He wastes no time in trying to swallow Jim down, only closing his eyes when he has to make himself concentrate on the task at hand rather than how James looks beneath him. He tongues at the head, hand curiously reach lower to press against his perineum for now.
With a low groan and slowly pulling off, he tries to open his throat as best he can, tries to pull on Jim's hip to transmit what he wants him to do.
And speaking of telepathic communication, he briefly wonders if touching his mind right now would be advisable. Maybe something to play around with later (maybe) but it sure seemed to make Jim excited last time. ]
[ Jim practically cries out when Finn swallows him down, careful at first, but then taking more and more until he can feel the head of his cock nudging at the tight start of Finn's throat. His hands cling to him even tighter, nails digging into the flesh of Finn's shoulders, his knees hiking up a little higher, shifting aside just so he can feel the press and rub of fingertips against his perineum.
He moans Finn's name again, unable to quite sit still, though he tries his best to let Finn set the pace. He's evidently eager for whatever Finn can give; or take, rather, considering it's Finn's limits that are more being put to the test. It's obvious he knows what he's doing, though, and that he knows exactly what Jim likes. ]
[ He moans when he hears his name said like that, swallowing Jim down in reward before pulling back for air. This reminds him of their first night, a bit, which... gives him some ideas.
Regretfully, he pulls away, at least knowing that James will like it better in the end. Finn kisses and licks at the head of his cock before moving down the shaft, over his hip. ]
How comfortable are you about penetration? [ Asked in a bit of a hoarse voice as his hand blindly digs around in the end table for the lube he knows just has to be there. ] And fucking my throat? I bet we can do them both at once without breaking something.
[ He knows Jim likes them but he doesn't know if he'll like them with him right now. ]
[ He doesn't really protest the loss of pressure and heat around his cock. Honestly, it feels nice, feeling Finn pull back now, the tension in him easing with a deep, loud groan, breath uneven as his chest heaves and his head sinks heavily onto the mattress.
The question makes him laugh airily. Funny that Finn even thinks he needs to ask. ]
God, yes. [ He can hear Finn trying to paw at the nightstand, and he just turns his torso to his side so he can grab the lube from some box or whatever, practically shoving it at Finn. ] Can't believe you even had to ask.
Finn laughs, too, his a little more mischievous as he presses another kiss to the head of Jim's cock, about as chaste as you can get doing that. ]
Just wanted to be sure.
[ Happy to be of service, he leans back on his knees to quickly wrestle his shirt off. Wouldn't want it getting in the way or something. But then he's back, spreading lube over one hand and warming it while his lips get reacquainted with wrapping around Jim again.
It takes no time at all before he's teasing Jim's entrance and pushing a digit in. He wants to at least try to find his prostate before the face fucking really gets going. ]
[ Well, to be fair he would much prefer another type of penetration, but they both have plenty of time. He certainly won't mind at all doing both, and he's got a feeling that Finn will nearly as much pleasure from doing this for him as Jim will from getting blown.
For now he lets out a whine when Finn pulls away, but he watches with lidded eyes and short little breaths as Finn takes his shirt off, biting on his lower lip and spreading his legs wider so that it'll be that much easier for Finn to reach between his ass cheeks.
He sucks in a breath and gasps when he feels a single digit push into him, muscles clenching yet welcoming the intrusion. His hips roll slightly, lifting off the bed just so, and he shudders from head to toe when the tip of Finn's finger ghosts ever so slightly over that sensitive spot inside him. ]
[ Finn moans around him just from Jim's sheer eagerness about the situation. It's heady, being back here again like nothing's changed at all... Except a lot has changed. Enough to make him smile if he could.
Before long, he's adding a second finger, only having teased just a little with the first. He figures he can give way more with two, anyway, and he doesn't wait around to think about it.
Finn swallows around Jim while his fingers finally press against that sensitive spot he knows is there. ]
[ It's certainly the right move, as Jim takes the second finger with a mewled sigh and a slight angling of his hips. One of his hands moves down to push through Finn's hair; it's not that long but it's enough for him to drag his nails across his scalp gently.
The pace is slow at first, almost sweet. Then those fingers curl inside him, and Finn quickly finds what he was looking for. His muscles clench immediately in response, a sharp cry leaving him, hips bucking as he both tries to bear down on those fingers and push his cock into Finn's mouth. ]
[ He was expecting it but Finn still had to pull back a little. But he goes right back down, opening his throat better so Jim can take as much as he wants.
He flattens his tongue beneath his cock for a moment and moans around him again before finally moving his fingers.
Finn doesn't plan on being totally relentless. Mostly, he'll hit that spot Jim likes so much. But when he misses, it's on purpose, keeping Jim on his toes instead of stuck in a pattern. ]
[ To be fair, he wasn't quite planning on that sudden jerking move. But Finn's fingers caught him by surprise, the jolt of pleasure taking over him, and now he's trying very much not to move like that again. The last thing he wants is hurt Finn.
He does seem to relax, though, even encourage him to push in deep again. This time he does it a little more carefully, with each slow push testing how much Finn can actually take. The fingers in his ass are definitely making it very hard for him to keep himself under control, though, and every so often there's a hitch in his breath, a whine or moan that matches with a particularly sharper thrust, hips bucking a bit more eagerly towards Finn's mouth. ]
[ Finn would rather it if James did lose control, choking be damned. Though, now that he was ready for anything, the slide along his tongue and, at times, down his throat, was smooth enough not to warrant any worry.
He swallowed around him when Jim made a particularly sharp thrust, just to encourage him that little bit more. And, before long, he seemed to forgo his earlier idea of keep Jim on his toes in regards to any pattern. Finn was aiming for his prostate now, pressing and rubbing against it in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. ]
[ Jim just doesn't want to cut their fun short, is all, or stop for any reason. Finn's mouth feels too good on him, the fingers inside him driving him crazy, though at first he thinks he's doing pretty well at keeping himself in check.
That is, until Finn starts moving his fingers in deeper, harder and more purposefully. He touches Jim in a way that shows just how intimately familiar he is with his body, and it's not long at all before he's finding his prostate. Not just once, but again and again, the touch lingering there, prodding and rubbing, making his whole body tremble, tense and buck all at once, a loud cry leaving him as his cock throbs and precome spills near the back of Finn's throat. ]
[ Finn doesn't let up, doesn't stop. It's very difficult to actively try not to grin around the cock in his mouth, but he has missed hearing James like this.
He, of course, swallows down everything Jim gives and moans around him without even meaning to. With his legs straddling one of Jim's, it's far too instinctive for him to grind his hips and hard length against, though without much of him noticing. His own pleasure is very much secondary right now.
What he does do is try to bob his head a bit in time with Jim's thrusts, trying to make it better while still not choking. It's messy, sloppy work, but he'd endure just about anything to hear James sound like that. ]
[ For what it's worth, the way Finn is going it's not likely that Jim will last long, and soon he can be the one focusing on Finn's pleasure in turn. For now he's lost between moans and pants, as Finn doubles down on his efforts, his whole body arching and bucking eagerly as he bobs his head lower and faster, swallowing him down whole each time.
Legs folded and spread wide, he moves the one tucked between Finn's legs, trying to offer him some relief. It's hard to focus right now, though, particularly as his pleasure builds, and he's rendered into a mess of whines and twitching muscles, cock pulsing eagerly in Finn's mouth.
He doesn't have much the time to warn Finn, but hopefully he'll be familiar with the telltale signs as Jim approaces his climax. It comes along hard and fast, his breaths harsher, sounds louder, muscles clenching even tighter around Finn's eager, insistent fingers fucking him. Before long he's tensing from head to toe, fingers tight in Finn's hair, arching off the bed as a jolt travels through his body, and he comes with a loud cry, spilling onto Finn's tongue and the start of his throat, every thought in his mind quickly slipping through the cracks. ]
[ He's moaning again when the leg presses into him, but it's soon overshadowed by Jim's pleasure crashing into him, both physically and mentally. Finn has enough state of mind to swallow everything he gets as fast as it comes, keep working James through the orgasm to get him as high as he can.
He also has enough presence to try pulling his thoughts away from Jim's, not realizing that they'd gotten so close to begin with. Gonna have to work on that. But it still felt incredible, though, just from the fraction of echoes he was able to sense.
Once it seems like too much for James, Finn finally slows and gently removes himself. His fingers are sluggish to pull away and his tongue makes sure Jim is thoroughly cleaned before his mouth lets him go. While he catches his own breath and lets James catch his own, he starts kissing at his hip and moving up his body until he's at his chest, jaw, chin, lips- ]
[ There's a different kind of intensity when he comes, though at first he can't tell why. It's not until Finn actively pulls his thoughts away from his mind that he realizes where that uniquely intense feeling was coming from.
His body more or less slumps across the mattress, soft and limp and lazy. He's heaving for breath, a hand resting over his own forehead, letting out a soft, airy laugh as he feels Finn kiss his way up his body, making every little patch of skin tickle all the more. ]
Mm... that was amazing, [ He murmurs softly, his head tilting to return the kiss that Finn plants on his lips. ]
[ Finn's smile is bright, wide, and not a little smug. He always enjoyed making James feel good. ]
I'm here to please.
[ Literally, just about. He takes the time to steal a few more kisses, keeping his interested bottom half out of the way so James isn't reminded and thinks he has to do something about it. Finn just wants him to bask, honestly. ]
You know, that's sort of how our first time went. Or my first time with you, I guess.
[ Because it's their first all over again, isn't it? Poetry. ]
[ He can't help a soft, airy laugh as he says it. Oh, he has a feeling Finn's going to be doing a lot of pleasing in the future, particularly where Jim's involved. Absolutely no complaints there, that's for sure.
His hands first trail along Finn's nape, down to his shoulder blades, then the touch goes over his shoulders so his palms start mapping a path down his chest and stomach. ]
Yeah? [ He chuckles, biting on his lower lip as fingers trace ever so lightly down the length of Finn's cock. ] And what did we do next?
[ Finn hisses in a breath, his eyes fluttering closed. He at least manages to check himself from thrusting into the touch but he does shift to get a little closer.
His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as his eyes open again, his gaze more heated if not still quite amused this time. ]
Well... you said you liked it rough. So I fucked you rough.
[ He dips forward for a gentle, almost chaste kiss. The whole thing probably could have been rougher but they hadn't known each other back then. Half still doesn't, he figures, but the touch is a bit too distracting to figure out much right now.
But he does smile and huff a laugh. ]
Then we had sex again in the morning. Then we had sex again in the shower. [ He dips down for another kiss, still smiling. ]
[ Jim lets out a soft hum, lips curling into a smile, nodding slowly as his fingers trace over Finn's length, exploring curiously. They did have sex back at that hot spring, but Finn looked vastly different then, so this is like getting to know one another all over again. ]
Mm, sounds like we had a lot of fun...
[ He doesn't sound particularly upset about that. If anything it sounds very promising. ]
We already did fuck rough, though. Maybe we can do it slower now... Do you want to fuck me or would you rather I fuck you?
[ They did fuck rough and it was fantastic. It wasn't until after the whole ordeal that Finn decided he was really worried about the situation, but things turned out fine, thank goodness.
Now, though, his knee jerk instinct is to be worried again. Going slower means putting more focus on the feelings going on and they aren't really- Except, he reminds himself, they are. They're together. They're a real thing now. And he decides that's exactly what he needs.
He kisses him deeply but doesn't stay for long before pulling away. ] Fuck me. [ It's not something they did often enough, in Finn's opinion.
He rolls on to his back, pulling James along to get him as on top of him as he can. ]
[ Jim smiles. Finn knows him, better than Jim even realizes it, so surely he knows all too well how flexible Jim is. If anything the realization that Finn's just as eager to switch things up delights him to no end. ]
Anything you want, baby.
[ Kissing him again, his legs lock against Finn's sides, a firm grip as he guides Finn onto his back, letting out a soft huff as he straddles his lap for a moment. Soon he's climbing off of him so he can find a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and a moment later he's crawling back onto the middle of the mattress, though this time he settles himself between Finn's legs, coaxing him to part them wider. ]
[ Finn never fails to feel vulnerable when he does this but that's part of the whole thing. Maybe it's weird (it'd be weird to the version of himself a little over a year ago, at least), but he likes feeling vulnerable with James. He loves putting his trust in him and getting nothing but positive feedback again and again. It's just lucky that he still has this at all.
He easily does as silently told, spreading his legs and wiggling himself to get adjusted better. For the most part, he keeps his hands to himself and just watches James through half-lidded eyes and a tiny smile. ]
[ Sitting back on his heels, Jim looks down at Finn, a smile slowly spreading across his lips at the lovely view he gets from him. He pets along Finn's thigh with one hand, fingers squeezing the flesh for a moment, just barely teasing his cock before he's forced to pull away, at least for the time being.
He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
[ Finn gasps and shifts beneath Jim. Or maybe writhes is a better word. He arches his back and moves his hips, trying to give James more room to do whatever he likes. Again, that air of vulnerability sinks in but, again, there's something thrilling and loving about it.
He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
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With a low groan and slowly pulling off, he tries to open his throat as best he can, tries to pull on Jim's hip to transmit what he wants him to do.
And speaking of telepathic communication, he briefly wonders if touching his mind right now would be advisable. Maybe something to play around with later (maybe) but it sure seemed to make Jim excited last time. ]
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He moans Finn's name again, unable to quite sit still, though he tries his best to let Finn set the pace. He's evidently eager for whatever Finn can give; or take, rather, considering it's Finn's limits that are more being put to the test. It's obvious he knows what he's doing, though, and that he knows exactly what Jim likes. ]
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Regretfully, he pulls away, at least knowing that James will like it better in the end. Finn kisses and licks at the head of his cock before moving down the shaft, over his hip. ]
How comfortable are you about penetration? [ Asked in a bit of a hoarse voice as his hand blindly digs around in the end table for the lube he knows just has to be there. ] And fucking my throat? I bet we can do them both at once without breaking something.
[ He knows Jim likes them but he doesn't know if he'll like them with him right now. ]
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The question makes him laugh airily. Funny that Finn even thinks he needs to ask. ]
God, yes. [ He can hear Finn trying to paw at the nightstand, and he just turns his torso to his side so he can grab the lube from some box or whatever, practically shoving it at Finn. ] Can't believe you even had to ask.
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Finn laughs, too, his a little more mischievous as he presses another kiss to the head of Jim's cock, about as chaste as you can get doing that. ]
Just wanted to be sure.
[ Happy to be of service, he leans back on his knees to quickly wrestle his shirt off. Wouldn't want it getting in the way or something. But then he's back, spreading lube over one hand and warming it while his lips get reacquainted with wrapping around Jim again.
It takes no time at all before he's teasing Jim's entrance and pushing a digit in. He wants to at least try to find his prostate before the face fucking really gets going. ]
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For now he lets out a whine when Finn pulls away, but he watches with lidded eyes and short little breaths as Finn takes his shirt off, biting on his lower lip and spreading his legs wider so that it'll be that much easier for Finn to reach between his ass cheeks.
He sucks in a breath and gasps when he feels a single digit push into him, muscles clenching yet welcoming the intrusion. His hips roll slightly, lifting off the bed just so, and he shudders from head to toe when the tip of Finn's finger ghosts ever so slightly over that sensitive spot inside him. ]
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Before long, he's adding a second finger, only having teased just a little with the first. He figures he can give way more with two, anyway, and he doesn't wait around to think about it.
Finn swallows around Jim while his fingers finally press against that sensitive spot he knows is there. ]
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The pace is slow at first, almost sweet. Then those fingers curl inside him, and Finn quickly finds what he was looking for. His muscles clench immediately in response, a sharp cry leaving him, hips bucking as he both tries to bear down on those fingers and push his cock into Finn's mouth. ]
H-hah! Finn...
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He flattens his tongue beneath his cock for a moment and moans around him again before finally moving his fingers.
Finn doesn't plan on being totally relentless. Mostly, he'll hit that spot Jim likes so much. But when he misses, it's on purpose, keeping Jim on his toes instead of stuck in a pattern. ]
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He does seem to relax, though, even encourage him to push in deep again. This time he does it a little more carefully, with each slow push testing how much Finn can actually take. The fingers in his ass are definitely making it very hard for him to keep himself under control, though, and every so often there's a hitch in his breath, a whine or moan that matches with a particularly sharper thrust, hips bucking a bit more eagerly towards Finn's mouth. ]
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He swallowed around him when Jim made a particularly sharp thrust, just to encourage him that little bit more. And, before long, he seemed to forgo his earlier idea of keep Jim on his toes in regards to any pattern. Finn was aiming for his prostate now, pressing and rubbing against it in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. ]
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That is, until Finn starts moving his fingers in deeper, harder and more purposefully. He touches Jim in a way that shows just how intimately familiar he is with his body, and it's not long at all before he's finding his prostate. Not just once, but again and again, the touch lingering there, prodding and rubbing, making his whole body tremble, tense and buck all at once, a loud cry leaving him as his cock throbs and precome spills near the back of Finn's throat. ]
Hah, shit! Finn, my... God!
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He, of course, swallows down everything Jim gives and moans around him without even meaning to. With his legs straddling one of Jim's, it's far too instinctive for him to grind his hips and hard length against, though without much of him noticing. His own pleasure is very much secondary right now.
What he does do is try to bob his head a bit in time with Jim's thrusts, trying to make it better while still not choking. It's messy, sloppy work, but he'd endure just about anything to hear James sound like that. ]
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Legs folded and spread wide, he moves the one tucked between Finn's legs, trying to offer him some relief. It's hard to focus right now, though, particularly as his pleasure builds, and he's rendered into a mess of whines and twitching muscles, cock pulsing eagerly in Finn's mouth.
He doesn't have much the time to warn Finn, but hopefully he'll be familiar with the telltale signs as Jim approaces his climax. It comes along hard and fast, his breaths harsher, sounds louder, muscles clenching even tighter around Finn's eager, insistent fingers fucking him. Before long he's tensing from head to toe, fingers tight in Finn's hair, arching off the bed as a jolt travels through his body, and he comes with a loud cry, spilling onto Finn's tongue and the start of his throat, every thought in his mind quickly slipping through the cracks. ]
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He also has enough presence to try pulling his thoughts away from Jim's, not realizing that they'd gotten so close to begin with. Gonna have to work on that. But it still felt incredible, though, just from the fraction of echoes he was able to sense.
Once it seems like too much for James, Finn finally slows and gently removes himself. His fingers are sluggish to pull away and his tongue makes sure Jim is thoroughly cleaned before his mouth lets him go. While he catches his own breath and lets James catch his own, he starts kissing at his hip and moving up his body until he's at his chest, jaw, chin, lips- ]
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His body more or less slumps across the mattress, soft and limp and lazy. He's heaving for breath, a hand resting over his own forehead, letting out a soft, airy laugh as he feels Finn kiss his way up his body, making every little patch of skin tickle all the more. ]
Mm... that was amazing, [ He murmurs softly, his head tilting to return the kiss that Finn plants on his lips. ]
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I'm here to please.
[ Literally, just about. He takes the time to steal a few more kisses, keeping his interested bottom half out of the way so James isn't reminded and thinks he has to do something about it. Finn just wants him to bask, honestly. ]
You know, that's sort of how our first time went. Or my first time with you, I guess.
[ Because it's their first all over again, isn't it? Poetry. ]
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[ He can't help a soft, airy laugh as he says it. Oh, he has a feeling Finn's going to be doing a lot of pleasing in the future, particularly where Jim's involved. Absolutely no complaints there, that's for sure.
His hands first trail along Finn's nape, down to his shoulder blades, then the touch goes over his shoulders so his palms start mapping a path down his chest and stomach. ]
Yeah? [ He chuckles, biting on his lower lip as fingers trace ever so lightly down the length of Finn's cock. ] And what did we do next?
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His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip as his eyes open again, his gaze more heated if not still quite amused this time. ]
Well... you said you liked it rough. So I fucked you rough.
[ He dips forward for a gentle, almost chaste kiss. The whole thing probably could have been rougher but they hadn't known each other back then. Half still doesn't, he figures, but the touch is a bit too distracting to figure out much right now.
But he does smile and huff a laugh. ]
Then we had sex again in the morning. Then we had sex again in the shower. [ He dips down for another kiss, still smiling. ]
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Mm, sounds like we had a lot of fun...
[ He doesn't sound particularly upset about that. If anything it sounds very promising. ]
We already did fuck rough, though. Maybe we can do it slower now... Do you want to fuck me or would you rather I fuck you?
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Now, though, his knee jerk instinct is to be worried again. Going slower means putting more focus on the feelings going on and they aren't really- Except, he reminds himself, they are. They're together. They're a real thing now. And he decides that's exactly what he needs.
He kisses him deeply but doesn't stay for long before pulling away. ] Fuck me. [ It's not something they did often enough, in Finn's opinion.
He rolls on to his back, pulling James along to get him as on top of him as he can. ]
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Anything you want, baby.
[ Kissing him again, his legs lock against Finn's sides, a firm grip as he guides Finn onto his back, letting out a soft huff as he straddles his lap for a moment. Soon he's climbing off of him so he can find a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and a moment later he's crawling back onto the middle of the mattress, though this time he settles himself between Finn's legs, coaxing him to part them wider. ]
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He easily does as silently told, spreading his legs and wiggling himself to get adjusted better. For the most part, he keeps his hands to himself and just watches James through half-lidded eyes and a tiny smile. ]
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He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
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He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
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