If there was one thing that this man knew how to do and do well, it was kiss. Of course he was good at many things, and it wasn't just the skill behind the kiss, but the way that he reacted during it. He could nearly feel the man melting against him, yielding to him, and he loved it. Fuck, he could kiss him for hours upon hours and be perfectly content with only that. He just loved the way that it made him feel.
The desperate request made James moan as he was pushed back onto the bed, the smaller man tugged down with him by his arms still wrapped tight around him. Fingers slid around the other man's waist, up over his stomach, reaching up his chest as far as they could before he paused to groan, arching his lower body up and into that touch. Fisher had just ignited a fire in the pit of his stomach that pulsed out and down between his legs.
Sliding hands back down the other man's chest and around his waist once more, James slipped his fingers into the waist of the other man's scrub pants, deepening the kiss for just an instant before he pulled away. In a rough, demanding voice he whispered, "Take these off."