Thread: Short Distance WHO: Paxton Rivera and James Weatherby WHERE: James' room WHEN: This weekend
"Fuck," Paxton sighed.
His legs were still tangled in the sheets and there was heat emanating from his naked body. One of the benefits of doing the long-distance-thing was that sex became this event every single time. Paxton loved that. While he never considered himself a particularly skilled lover nor had he been especially interested in sex, doing it with James made him feel as if he knew what he was doing. Besides, it helped that James had a body that plenty of boys (and girls) would kill for.
Paxton was absently stroking James' ass. The bruises left by the demon's fingertips were already disappearing. While they were both returning to Earth, Paxton took a quiet moment to enjoy this feeling.
And then, he reached for his phone. Three messages, all dealing with different things. Two he could ignore for now, but the third one... It was something that required finesse, a buy-out he would have done himself if he were not currently spending a weekend back at his alma matter. His long, clever fingers were quickly typing up a reply.