James is caught between being enraged and vastly amused. Dear, literal Scott. This has been the most illuminating evening. He's had to keep one step ahead of Scott mentally all evening and now he's brought short and it delights him. But that's not the reason he wants Scott kneeling in front of him. The fluidity of his movement as he knelt had caused James to take a deep breath, and Scott wasn't helping by looking so smug, staring up at him half-angrily with his mouth all pink and swollen.

"Now, Scott. You're paid partly because of your initiative." He pushes his own hand down his stomach and takes his cock in his hand and strokes it lazily. "I suggest you err on the side of caution and use it." And he raises one eyebrow pointedly, stretching as he squeezes the tip of his cock in his hand.