tell @bean-about-townn to stop distracting me >:’( thank adorable lil shit!
The next time they parted it was only to draw breath before falling back
into one another. Thomas cradled the side of his face, the press of his
palm light as the other hand moved back to tangle in his hair. He
massaged the base of his scalp, the caress of his fingers gentling him,
softening him like clay. James all but melted into it. He allowed
himself to shift forward, to clutch at the front of Thomas’ cravat as he
tilted his head upwards. When that tongue traced along the seam of his
mouth in silent askance his lips parted easily, opening to him without
hesitation.
-a fic in which Thomas slips James the Ham