Sam ran his still-damp fingers along James’s crack, bringing them to his entrance. “You sure about this?” he asked.
“Yes. Do it.”
Wondering just why the hell his life was suddenly going so right, Sam plunged his middle finger in up to the knuckle. James shuddered.
“All right?”
“Yes.”
Fighting the urge to laugh, Sam added another finger, making James moan as he pushed back against the intrusion.
“Just do it,” James urged impatiently.
“Pushy sod.” Sam carried on with the prep for another minute or so, until he couldn’t resist the combined effect of James’s demands and his own need any longer. He pulled his fingers out slowly, making sure to hit James’s prostate on the way and loving the gasp of pleasure that got him. Then he grabbed James by the hips, lined himself up and pushed in sl
