And apparently Scott wants to bruise his mouth and leave his mark there as well as on his shoulder. That should be interesting to explain, and there's a curl of annoyance in his stomach coupled with the forceful heat of the kiss before Scott downright shakes apart in his hands, and James pulls back to watch, teeth half-bared as if in pain, no sound, shame, but it's so intense to watch nonetheless, that giving in for a brief moment to James, and he wonders how much of that was physical and how much mental, want did you he want to do more of, how can he get Scott to scream.
And it's something far more complicated than triumph that washes through him as he watches Scott's body quake against him, feeling the hot splash of his come in his palm, catching his fingers and his belly. It's something more than pride as well, satisfaction and arrogance and the thrill of power combined with a grudging awe and lingering desire, that's what lances through his mind and body, replacing any annoyance he might have felt.
James slows his hand, feeling Scott's cock jerk under his palm when he brushes his balls and then just presses over it solidly to help him calm down, not moving anymore, leaning into to presses a small kiss at the corner of his mouth before lapping his tongue over his lip and sucking on it, a graze of teeth finishing the movement. There's a moment of silence punctuated only by Scott's breathing. Then James glances to the side. "Anytime you like to give me my shoulder back, I'd be much obliged." His voice is rich with amusement, without any cruelty - or in fact, any hint of pain or discomfort that Scott's nails might be causing him.