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“Please James…” Dave mutters.
“Not yet.” James whispered, teasingly trailing his tongue along Dave’s thigh, inching closer to where dave really wants him. Dave whimpers, attempting to reach down and tangle his hands in James’ hair and tug his head closer but his wrists are bound above his head so all he can do is pathetically buck his hips forward in an attempt to get an ounce of pleasure.
“Look at you, all desperate for my attention…” James whispers mockingly, rising and sitting back on his heels between daves legs.
“Shut it.. And quit teasing me.” Dave tries to say firmly, but his voice comes out all whiny., looking up at James with a flushed expression.
“Aw but Davey, whats the fun in not teasing you?” James asks innocently, running his hands up Dave’s thighs, spreading him open slightly.
“Its only fun for you-” Dave stutters, gasping as james runs one of his thick fingers up daves slit, grinning evily.