sleepover!! my fav silly fluffy thing to think about today has been the concept of James ‘n Thomas lying in bed in London and reciting lines of love poetry to each other in between kisses. First one to run out or, more likely, get distracted enough to draw a blank or repeat himself has to do Whatever The Other Wants. picture Thomas hitting James with the Song of Solomon and James just melting. picture how smug James’s smile would be if he won. picture the soft giggles and playful smiles~

thefckingwarship:

comtessedebussy:

thefckingwarship:

comtessedebussy:

the-night-painter:

AAaaaaaahhhhhh Omg I’m dead. I love this so much!!!!!

Also imagine one of them let the other win. Thing about all the blushing and the SOFTNESS. 

Then imagine them continuing the same game again after they’re together again.  

Think about this face:

oh godd

Letting the other win

I need to know what Thomas “makes” James do because it’s probably something like “lie back and enjoy yourself and let me make you feel good” because James is SO BAD at that

OMG. Imagine Thomas wins (or James lets him win idk), and James is all up for anything Thomas wants him to do. Thomas brings out scarves or those ties of some sort and James is all “ok cool, who’s getting tied up.” And then Thomas just starts tying him to the bed at which point James is all “Wait, what?” Thomas just puts a finger to his mouth like “You aren’t going to be doing anything, just relax for once.”

Imagine that James lets Thomas win because James wants Thomas to have everything he wants in the world. He’s ready to do anything Thomas asks because he just wants to make the love of his life happy. 

And then Thomas, who may or may not know that James let him win, brings out those ties (or cravats) and yeah, James is all ready to do anything Thomas wants, if Thomas wants him tied up, sure, if Thomas wants to be tied u, well, James is very good at knots. 

And Thomas very, very sweetly tells James to lie back and cross his wrists and of course James obeys, slighly confused, as Thomas ties the cravat across his wrists (not as expertly as James, obviously, he’s no sailor, but it’ll hold). And then he proceeds to take James apart and make him beg 

And afterwards James is so adorably confused, because Thomas hasn’t even gotten off, and he’s all “That’s the thing that you wanted? For me to lie back and do all the work? You could have just asked.” 

“Ah,” Thomas says. “But you wouldn’t have agreed.” 

And James has to agree that Thomas has a point. 

I love this. I need a fic now. 

But I just can’t think of a crack version, going back to James’ freckles again. “I need to kiss all the freckles, James, and you’re going to let me!”