Beautiful? Fisher? Those were not two words generally linked to one another. If James had said these things out loud, the mood would have been totally lost. Because Fisher would be laughing too hard.
Luckily James did not, because Fisher's breath was coming faster and harder. A low moan began in the back of his throat, then grew louder as James' hand worked faster for the 'money shot'. "Fuck," he whispered, feeling the tension growing in his scrotum. At James' command, Fisher delivered. The hotness of his breath against Fisher's neck, the sultry tone in his voice, was too much for Fisher to handle. With a loud, unabashed cry, Fisher sprayed his seed all over James' taut stomach.
"Oh, God," he moaned, panting. He rested his forehead against James' chest, his eyes closed. There were sparks behind them that was making it hard to see straight. When his breathing slowed down, and his heart returned to a somewhat normal pace, Fisher laid himself down on his back beside James, basking in the afterglow.