It happened. Even a professional could hit a soft spot every now and again. He wasn't going to tear his head off for something as simple as that. But it was nice to know that his reputation proceeded him. It was better to be feared than loved. That was a philosophy that he had spent his entire life having shoved down his throat and now he was most definitely finding it to be true.
James exhaled a slight breath when he was pulled back a bit, tensing up ever so slightly until he felt those fingers in his hair. He hummed a little. "That feels really good." The pace of his pulse was quickening, just a bit, and along with it, his breathing. And as those fingers ran down over the curves of his shoulders, goosebumps began to form on his skin. It was then that he became quite conscious of another reaction his body was having.
That was not okay. And before he could even think about his reaction, James was up and on his feet. He shoved the smaller man backward on the sofa and then grabbed his shirt before stalking quickly from the room, praying to god that no one had noticed. He wasn't gay. Not in the slightest. And he didn't care if he had to fuck every single girl in this place to prove it.