As ready as he was, Fisher was so incredibly nervous he could hardly breathe. It felt so hot in here, incredibly so, and he thought it was probably just his nervous, his anxiousness. It didn't connect that James was making it hot, that he was making James make it hot, that the burn scarred hand print on his back was there for a reason. All he knew was that sweat was rolling down his body, and his lungs were burning, and James was there above him, so perfect and sexy and he wanted this more than anything. He wanted this more than he had wanted the withdrawal shakes to end.
As James brought his fingers to Fisher's mouth, the smalled man took them in and flicked his tongue over the tips, then sucked them gently, making them wet. He was ready for this. But he wasn't. But he wanted this, and he wasn't going to change his mind, even though he was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Feeling James press his fingers into him only steeled that resolve, a small gasp escaping as his hips rolled against that hand. It had been so long since he'd felt this, since someone had been inside him, since he had given himself to someone who had really mattered.
Releasing a slow, shuddering breath, spreading his legs further to let James enter him, Fisher knew that this was probably going to hurt a little. And it did, but he was surprised that it was a satisfying pain, the kind of pain you want more of, that you beg for. "Oh, oh oh..." he whimpered, his body curling into James, nails clawing into his back as he held on tightly, keeping their bodies close. "James!" he cried out, mewing needily, releasing a tight breath when the other man was fully inside him. "Oh God James.... mm..." ~~~ James seemed to lack control of that heat when Fisher was around. Granted, he wasn't the only person that he had ever managed to get so hot for. He had, in the past, set things on fire during sex, but he'd managed to gain his composure over the last several months. And though the temperature almost always rose, it was never quite so sweltering. It was good to see, however, that Fisher hadn't lost his touch and he could still break James down in oh so many ways.
The feel of the other man around him was exactly what he'd been craving. His entire body shuddered as at last he found himself buried completely inside of him, the sound of his name upon Fisher's lips like music to his ears. And the way that he accommodated him, the way that he moved, it was so... raw, so animalistic, almost, like his small body couldn't contain the pleasure that he gave him.
"Mmm, Fisher.." he grunted, nearly growled, lips ghosting along the line of his jaw as he started to roll his hips, slowly at first, giving him a moment to adjust to the feel of him before that pace quickened and with it the racing of his heart and the fervor of his kisses that now danced along his neck and shoulder and up over his throat. His back arched into the bite of those nails, each time giving a delicious shudder, his body slicked with sweat.