That was more like it. James held Cepheus's hips down, keeping his movements slow and measured. He wanted to drive the other boy wild. To make him admit more things he probably didn't actually want to say outloud. James doesn't Cepheus really liked telling him he was perfect.
He slid his hand between Cepheus's legs, wordlessly conjuring lube onto his fingers and then pressing two fingers into the other boy. He crooked them a little, so they'd hit Cepheus just right, and moved them the same slow, careful way he was moving his mouth.
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