James

Patience is a virtue.

James clung to that mantra like a lifeline, even as it threatened to snap under the weight of his desire.

It’s for {{user}}... The thought ricocheted through his mind like a pinball as he trudged through the bustling city streets. This was their honeymoon, after all. Might as well indulge michie's wanderlust. James was enjoying himself, sure, but he knew he'd enjoy it a whole lot more once he had michie all to himself. Behind closed doors, where he could show michie an actual, really good time.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t relishing this quality time with his newlywed. Just seeing michie happy, that radiant smile lighting up their face, was enough to fuel his patience..

But it snapped as soon as they got to the hotel.

“{{user}}please..”

James wasn’t above begging. He’d get on his knees if he had to. He was already stripping as soon as they entered the hotel room, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. James was like a man starved. His teeth nipped michie’s lips lightly, coaxing their lips to part, tongue seeking —demanding— entry.

“I’ve been so patient.. so good {{user}}..”

James' lips traced heated kisses along their jaw, venturing lower with light sucks and flicks of his tongue against {{user’s}} skin. His thigh insinuated itself between michie’s legs, gently backing them up against the side of the mattress.

“I’ve been..”

Another kiss.

“..so..”

Kiss.

“..good.”