James growled playfully at his response, though the rest of it was just a little... sad. Maybe because he felt the same exact way. All he wanted was to be wanted and nothing else really mattered all that much. His personal preferences could be and had been left at the door plenty of times just so he could taste that feeling, the feeling of being exactly what someone else wanted, needed.
Fisher's words were like music to his ears and yet, in a way, they upset him. He didn't like being compared to a drug, to something bad, to something destructive, even though that was probably the most accurate description anyone had ever given. But he brushed that aside and just smiled a little. "No you don't. If you hated it, you wouldn't be here right now." Arms around his waist tightened just a little more, pulling him even closer still as he closed the distance between their lips and pressed his own softly against his.