"Like I would have let that happen," Davin says with a lightness that he doesn't quite feel. He was more terrified than he ever has been, and he can't imagine losing James. Davin never thought that he would feel this way about anyone and it's kind of intense, but it isn't scary. It's amazing.
"This suit may be a goner, though." Davin smiles and starts to take James' suit jacket off of him, and his expression grows more troubled. There's blood on the fabric and it's scuffed and torn from where he was thrown to the ground, and Davin's fingers tremble a little as he gets it off and tosses it aside. He works open the buttons on James' shirt while watching his face, and then gently pushes it off of his shoulders. Davin isn't aiming for anything in particular. He just wants them to be comfortable and preferably touching and that will just be easier without torn, blood-stained clothing.
"Couldn't undress Prince James like this," Davin teases, laughing and giving James another soft kiss as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it slowly out of the loops. All he wants to do is take care of James and make him happy, keep him safe. If he's ever in danger again, it'll be too soon.
Davin removes his own torn button down and then toes out of his shoes, bending over to get his socks off and flop onto James' big, plush bed in his slacks. He manages to roll over and prop himself up on his elbows, giving James a tired but happy smile. "Get over here, your majesty."
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"This suit may be a goner, though." Davin smiles and starts to take James' suit jacket off of him, and his expression grows more troubled. There's blood on the fabric and it's scuffed and torn from where he was thrown to the ground, and Davin's fingers tremble a little as he gets it off and tosses it aside. He works open the buttons on James' shirt while watching his face, and then gently pushes it off of his shoulders. Davin isn't aiming for anything in particular. He just wants them to be comfortable and preferably touching and that will just be easier without torn, blood-stained clothing.
"Couldn't undress Prince James like this," Davin teases, laughing and giving James another soft kiss as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it slowly out of the loops. All he wants to do is take care of James and make him happy, keep him safe. If he's ever in danger again, it'll be too soon.
Davin removes his own torn button down and then toes out of his shoes, bending over to get his socks off and flop onto James' big, plush bed in his slacks. He manages to roll over and prop himself up on his elbows, giving James a tired but happy smile. "Get over here, your majesty."