Every touch made Fisher tremble, or gasp, or move beneath James. This was so delicate, so light and sweet and sensitive, it was almost too overwhelming for Fisher to handle. He tilted his chin up to let James reach more of him, letting himself be exposed for the other man. He could take whatever he wanted, do anything he wanted to do to Fisher, so long as this feeling didn't end.
Hooking his arms around James' neck, Fisher leaned backward, pulling James down on top of him. He moved his leg so one was on either side of the other man's body, letting James' body rest between his thighs. Already he was growing hard again, his erection pressed against the man's muscled, flat stomach. He pushed his hips into him, needing more contact, needing to touch more of him. His mouth found the other's again, kissing him deeply, whimpering and moaning and panting.