Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven - Saturday Morning
There’d been an effort, yeah? To quell the urge that swelled up, the voice that sparked along his muscle fibres and demanded that Seven wrap his fingers around the line of Jamie’s hip and pull the guy back against his lap, to give him something to grind against. A not-insignificant effort, in consideration of Jamie’s insistence on sinking back into the depths of sleep. He was being so goddamned considerate he should probably get a medal, even if he was trying to mentally calculate how much longer he should let the guy try to sleep and weighed it against how long he could wait with a dick that already felt diamond-hard where it dug into the back of Jamie’s thigh and the curve of his ass, before he went insane.
And then Jamie did that thing with his hips, squirming closer until there wasn’t even a semblance of empty space left between them, because apparently even unconscious he could pluck at the flimsiest threads of Seven’s willpower and set flint to stone to spark a furious blaze. Seven felt his cock throb from the base as it settled between the guy’s ass cheeks, pinned down by hot flesh and the way that his stomach clenched tight with the strain of not rolling his weight on top of Jamie’s, of not thrusting hard against the warm softness that cradled his dick so fucking perfectly that it was borderline torture.
So yeah, his fingers dug harder into Jamie’s skin so that he couldn’t pull away if the roil of sleep had so inclined him, and Seven’s face tucked closer against the back of Jamie’s neck, eyes squeezed shut and breath hot, humid against the baby hairs at the nape of the guy’s neck, but he somehow actually stifled the groan that wanted to escape. And then Jamie’s hips rocked back against him and the last shred of self-control that he’d managed to hold onto, and Seven felt it get scraped out until his chest was hollow and a low, dangerous noise of frustration rolled out of his mouth and buzzed with his lips against the place where Jamie’s shoulder joined his neck.
With his fingers splayed against Jamie’s belly, just under his navel, he pulled the guy’s weight back against him as his hips lurched forward. The head of his cock slid higher up against the cleft of Jamie’s ass and the sound that rumbled in Seven’s chest quavered, jagged, and he rolled his shoulder forward so that his hand could slide lower until his fingers pushed through the soft curl of hair and found the base of Jamie’s dick, grasping him carefully and giving a controlled, deliberate squeeze of his thumb and index finger. Testing how much the guy was actually awake, yeah, but also because he just wanted more of Jamie in his grasp.