Will./James
While Will may have hated it, James was precisely the opposite. He adored the fact that he could so easily get by with things when it came to Will, not that he wanted to abuse that at all, because he didn't. He hated that he had to rely on that charm at times, but he definitely appreciated having it as a back up for when he did something like he'd done tonight. He was a self proclaimed fuck up, after all.
A small sound of surprise escaped James' lips as the angel grabbed him and pinned him to the wall. He moaned softly, the sound vibrating against the other man's lips as he arched his hips into Will's own, rolling them slightly against him, the angel's obvious and quick effect upon the demon evident between them.
"I love you, James muttered against Will's lips, his hands sliding up over his forearms to then entangle fingers in his hair, giving it a slightly sharp tug as he moaned. Pulling his lower lip with his teeth, James growled, then requested, or demanded perhaps, in a low, husky voice, "Fuck me, William." He grinned as he challenged, "And make it rough."