[ Jim couldn't have answered that question if he wanted to, anyway; most of them he doesn't even remember which patron did it, and he certainly didn't commit their names to memory, let alone have any clue as to where they are now. At first he did retain names, information, things he thought might be useful, but it became too depressing to handle, so he's managed to learn to just turn his mind off during these encounters.
But not this time. This, he wants to remember. He wants to remember Finn's name, his face, the way he's kissing him, touching him, marking him. He shrugs off the robe with ease and lets it fall to the mattress just behind him as Finn leads him back towards it, and he lets out a soft moan when he feels Finn's mouth working underneath his ear, his hands slipping down Finn's front and curling into his trousers as he tries to kneel and crawl back onto the mattress. ]
[ Hm. Well, if James can't answer, he's sure that the proprietor must keep a ledger. Martis will just go down the list. What he doesn't do is question why such a small thing makes him so upset as to change the schedule of their on-going mission. The desire for punishment is just par the course.
Luckily, James is very good at distracting from those sorts of thoughts. While he starts to crawl away from him, Finn is quick and eager to follow, kneeling on the bed and crawling to him, one hand on Jim's wrist to keep the hand where it is.
His free hand goes up Jim's side, fingers tangling into the lace again but looking for a way to remove it this time. Well, remove it without destroying it. ]
[ It's probably a very good thing that Jim has no idea what's on Finn's (Martis's?) head right now. The last thing he needs is anyone going around seeking some kind of revenge on his behalf, especially when said revenge seems to be fueled by some disproportionate feeling of jealousy that has no right to be there. They're not even close after all— are they?
Still, Jim doesn't think about that now. What he focuses on is just how much he enjoys Finn touching him, the hand that grips his arm to keep it in place. When he realizes what Finn's doing with his other hand, though, he pauses for a moment, and both his own go to help him undo the hooks at the back so Finn can at least take off the top part, fully exposing his torso. ]
[ Finn doesn't answer right away. He's too busy admiring, his hand finding it's way to Jim's chest before he even realizes it. The bruises are... distracting but he tries to ignore them. He doesn't want to tarnish their time together with the darkness in his mind. Though, he'd be hard pressed to admit that it's born of jealousy... even though it is. It still doesn't change that someone hurt James and that's not okay.
The question eventually finds it's way back to his thoughts, and he's still hesitant to answer. He doesn't want to give orders here, and that kind of sounds like it'd be an order.
[ Jim's not even thinking of those marks, and it doesn't even cross his mind that Finn is. He'll probably notice eventually, but for now he enjoys what he thinks is just mesmerized admiration and arousal.
He smiles a little once Finn answers, though, and with a nod, he climbs off of Finn, literally standing up on top of the bed— and on top of him. He presses a foot to his torso and gently pushes him to lie back, then his hands go to his hips to undo the garter belt, unhooking the suspenders, tossing the piece of clothing aside. Panties go next, fingers teasing along the waist before he's very slowly gliding them down his thighs, and leaving only the stockings in place. Jim likes to keep them on, and he thinks maybe Finn will appreciate that too. ]
It's been a long, long time since he let anyone do something like that to him. Maybe the first, it's not like he's thinking about anything except right now. Probably the most surprising and shocking thing of all of this, though, is Finn's smile. It's genuine, a bit of a laugh behind it despite the lust curling at the bottom of his stomach. It's been even longer since a real smile came to him.
He willingly lays back on the bed, hands roaming up and down his calves, eyes fixed not on any faint bruises but the sharp lines of Jim's body. And the clothes he peels off. And the ones he leaves on. Finn does nothing to help out, simply enjoying the show, his too warm hands touching where they can reach. ]
You are so beautiful.
[ James probably hears that a lot, but Finn feels a little in awe now and is at a loss for anything to say. Or do. He kind of feels like he's at James' mercy and it's the best place to be in the galaxy. ]
[ Oh, that's good. That's very good, actually, and Jim eases considerably when Finn lets himself be pushed back, when he actually smiles in response to his move, clearly a welcome one.
It encourages him to make it more into a show, something slower, more enjoyable, not just for Finn but also for himself. Because he likes being watched, and more than that, he likes being praised by Finn, in a way so warm, so intimate here between them. It doesn't matter if Jim hears it a lot, this time it feels real, so it's like it's the first time. ]
You look pretty good down there too.
[ He winks down at him, with an agile move of his feet managing to kick his underwear away. Down to only his stockings, he sinks down to his knees, straddling Finn's lap, leaning over to kiss him slowly while his hands find the hem of his trousers, working on getting them open and hopefully tugged down and out of the way. ]
[ Finn's eyes happily follow the underwear as they soar away, an eyebrow and the edge of his lips quirking up just so in response. Oh, he's really liking where this is going.
By the time James finds his way down to him, Finn's dying to get his hands on him. A hand shamelessly kneads his ass while he moans and loses himself into the kiss. For a moment, it's like he doesn't feel any pain at all. Kind of a weird feeling if he cared to notice it, which he didn't. His mind is just wrapped around James right now.
Then his curious fingers are moving, pressing into warm skin until he eventually finds his cock and begins to slowly explore that, too. Not pumping him or anything. Just feeling him and pressing his own hips into the hand trying to reach them. ]
[ Luckily they're not playing any games right now, so when Finn reaches out to touch him he doesn't swat his hand away. Still, he doesn't let himself get too distracted by it, focused mainly on undoing Finn's trousers and pushing them past his hips, along with his underwear.
A shudder runs up his spine as Finn traces the length of his cock, and he mirrors that touch a little more presently, fingers curling loosely around Finn's girth. He breaks the kiss only to nip at Finn's lower lip, then dips his head to mouth along his jaw and the curve of his neck, letting out warm breaths and soft sighs while he keeps going. ]
[ Finn tilts his head back against the bed, trying to give James as much room as possible. It's like he can't stop moving, not really. He arches beneath James' body, practically writhes in a way that's begging for more. And the little sounds James makes--
Finn's hand wraps around his cock properly, moving up and down along his length without any rush to it. The movement would almost appear lazy if his other hand wasn't gripping at him like he may vanish any second. ]
James-- [ He can't stop his own sounds, too, the name a quiet whimper on his lips. Even that feels so familiar, like he's definitely done this before, but that's not something he's dwelling on right now. His hips are far too busy pushing back against the hand at his groin. ]
[ Jim's not going anywhere, at least not for the time being, so Finn doesn't really have to worry about that. He lets out a pleased sound when Finn says his name like that, and he tilts his head up again to kiss him, deep but briefly, before his mouth goes back to mapping a trek down his neck, shoulder, chest. ]
You know... I'm gonna need your hands off of my ass if you want me to make this a little more exciting for you. [ And... well, for himself too. He shoots Finn a look, winking. ] Maybe get them on my hair? You can pull on it.
[ Finn laughs while his hand reluctantly moves away from Jim's ass, gliding up the planes of his back. It's nice to laugh, if not... a little bit of a weird feeling at the same time. Like it's been too long or something. He ignores it. ]
More exciting? Don't know how much of that I can handle. Eager to find out, though.
[ Because this is more positive excitement than he's had in a long, long time. All the same, he appears to be in agreement as fingers card into James' hair, grabbing and tugging gently but firmly. A part of him is worried about hurting Jim, but the rest of him almost feels confident that he need not worry too much about it. Again, weird feeling. Again, ignoring it. ]
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But not this time. This, he wants to remember. He wants to remember Finn's name, his face, the way he's kissing him, touching him, marking him. He shrugs off the robe with ease and lets it fall to the mattress just behind him as Finn leads him back towards it, and he lets out a soft moan when he feels Finn's mouth working underneath his ear, his hands slipping down Finn's front and curling into his trousers as he tries to kneel and crawl back onto the mattress. ]
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Luckily, James is very good at distracting from those sorts of thoughts. While he starts to crawl away from him, Finn is quick and eager to follow, kneeling on the bed and crawling to him, one hand on Jim's wrist to keep the hand where it is.
His free hand goes up Jim's side, fingers tangling into the lace again but looking for a way to remove it this time. Well, remove it without destroying it. ]
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Still, Jim doesn't think about that now. What he focuses on is just how much he enjoys Finn touching him, the hand that grips his arm to keep it in place. When he realizes what Finn's doing with his other hand, though, he pauses for a moment, and both his own go to help him undo the hooks at the back so Finn can at least take off the top part, fully exposing his torso. ]
Do you want me to take off the rest?
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The question eventually finds it's way back to his thoughts, and he's still hesitant to answer. He doesn't want to give orders here, and that kind of sounds like it'd be an order.
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... Yes.
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He smiles a little once Finn answers, though, and with a nod, he climbs off of Finn, literally standing up on top of the bed— and on top of him. He presses a foot to his torso and gently pushes him to lie back, then his hands go to his hips to undo the garter belt, unhooking the suspenders, tossing the piece of clothing aside. Panties go next, fingers teasing along the waist before he's very slowly gliding them down his thighs, and leaving only the stockings in place. Jim likes to keep them on, and he thinks maybe Finn will appreciate that too. ]
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It's been a long, long time since he let anyone do something like that to him. Maybe the first, it's not like he's thinking about anything except right now. Probably the most surprising and shocking thing of all of this, though, is Finn's smile. It's genuine, a bit of a laugh behind it despite the lust curling at the bottom of his stomach. It's been even longer since a real smile came to him.
He willingly lays back on the bed, hands roaming up and down his calves, eyes fixed not on any faint bruises but the sharp lines of Jim's body. And the clothes he peels off. And the ones he leaves on. Finn does nothing to help out, simply enjoying the show, his too warm hands touching where they can reach. ]
You are so beautiful.
[ James probably hears that a lot, but Finn feels a little in awe now and is at a loss for anything to say. Or do. He kind of feels like he's at James' mercy and it's the best place to be in the galaxy. ]
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It encourages him to make it more into a show, something slower, more enjoyable, not just for Finn but also for himself. Because he likes being watched, and more than that, he likes being praised by Finn, in a way so warm, so intimate here between them. It doesn't matter if Jim hears it a lot, this time it feels real, so it's like it's the first time. ]
You look pretty good down there too.
[ He winks down at him, with an agile move of his feet managing to kick his underwear away. Down to only his stockings, he sinks down to his knees, straddling Finn's lap, leaning over to kiss him slowly while his hands find the hem of his trousers, working on getting them open and hopefully tugged down and out of the way. ]
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By the time James finds his way down to him, Finn's dying to get his hands on him. A hand shamelessly kneads his ass while he moans and loses himself into the kiss. For a moment, it's like he doesn't feel any pain at all. Kind of a weird feeling if he cared to notice it, which he didn't. His mind is just wrapped around James right now.
Then his curious fingers are moving, pressing into warm skin until he eventually finds his cock and begins to slowly explore that, too. Not pumping him or anything. Just feeling him and pressing his own hips into the hand trying to reach them. ]
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A shudder runs up his spine as Finn traces the length of his cock, and he mirrors that touch a little more presently, fingers curling loosely around Finn's girth. He breaks the kiss only to nip at Finn's lower lip, then dips his head to mouth along his jaw and the curve of his neck, letting out warm breaths and soft sighs while he keeps going. ]
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Finn's hand wraps around his cock properly, moving up and down along his length without any rush to it. The movement would almost appear lazy if his other hand wasn't gripping at him like he may vanish any second. ]
James-- [ He can't stop his own sounds, too, the name a quiet whimper on his lips. Even that feels so familiar, like he's definitely done this before, but that's not something he's dwelling on right now. His hips are far too busy pushing back against the hand at his groin. ]
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You know... I'm gonna need your hands off of my ass if you want me to make this a little more exciting for you. [ And... well, for himself too. He shoots Finn a look, winking. ] Maybe get them on my hair? You can pull on it.
[ Just a totally casual suggestion there. ]
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More exciting? Don't know how much of that I can handle. Eager to find out, though.
[ Because this is more
positiveexcitement than he's had in a long, long time. All the same, he appears to be in agreement as fingers card into James' hair, grabbing and tugging gently but firmly. A part of him is worried about hurting Jim, but the rest of him almost feels confident that he need not worry too much about it. Again, weird feeling. Again, ignoring it. ]