Panting himself, eyes closed, Fisher was almost grateful as James pulled out of him. It had felt good, too fucking good, and he didn't know how much of it he could actally stand. It wasn't even the feeling so much as the visual, watching James cum, seeing him cross over that line and just give himself in to the orgasm shooting through him. Fucking sexy as hell. It made Fisher feel strong, especially when James rested against his shoulder. Arm beneath the other man's head, Fisher returned the soft kiss, smiling faintly.
He had all but forgotten his own erection, still hard and pulsing and needy. "Oh," he murmured, suprised by the question. "No, it... it's okay." He shifted slightly, grabbing the thin sheet and pulling it over them both. "Don't worry about it." No one had ever asked him that before, and he didn't know if he could let James do anything. Granted, James had already jerked him of once before, but he hadn't exactly asked to do it.