Ohhh, sweet little Jemmy. Jefferson chuckled low in the back of his throat, hands sliding down to grasp James’ hips and push him back up against the wall. Ah, ah. Not QUITE yet.
❝ Why don’t you just tell the world to stop spinnin’ while you’re at it, ❞ he teased, head dipping as he spoke. And then, since he already so happened to be down there, he had to press kisses along James’ neck. Just below his jawline and trailing lower. ❝ I think I AM the boss of you, James. You won’t say no to me, and you know it. It’s okay to admit to it, sweetheart. No shame. ❞