Maybe it was the vodka-induced haze that was making him feel this way, but James wasn't even really trying to talk himself out of this right now. He wasn't even trying to rationalize it or convince himself to pull away. In fact, he wasn't really thinking about anything he was doing at this precise moment in time. He was simply feeling it instead.
The other man's tongue in his mouth made him echo that moan. Fisher tasted like chocolate with just the faintest hint of vodka. And his mouth was still a little salty from before. The whimper sent shivers down his spine as their positions were shifted, allowing James to place both hands upon the other man's waist, sliding flat palms around toward his spine, fingertips lightly stroking his flesh.
After a moment, he had to breathe, heart pounding, pulse racing as he broke that kiss but did not pull away. Instead, lips moved to trace a path along the other man's jaw, the feel of the stubble on Fisher's cheek against his lips making James tremble. Fuck, he wanted this so bad. Tongue trailed down over the other man's throat, pausing to suckle on his Adam's apple as hands slid around his waist and fingers danced up over his chest, ghosting lightly across his nipples.