James made him feel safe, and scared, and stupid and brilliant. James conflicted all emotion within him but also calmed it, made him serene. Built up the fire and quelled it. His heart was beating hard, pressed against James, trying to find the rhythm that matched.
"I love how you make me feel," he murmured between kisses, the hand on James' waist moving to roam over his back, fingertips tracing smoothly over the scars. "I love how you taste, how you feel under my hands..." He gently nipped the other man's bottom lip, mouth trailing over his jaw, kissing at the curve of his neck, the hand in his hair gripping tightly to tilt his head back. Already he was growing hard, pressing himself against James, purring against his skin.