Davin responds to his touch, gasping and arching his body, and something about it just makes James' skin tingle, knowing that he can make someone feel so good. He likes that he never has to worry about being something more or something greater. They can joke all they want about princes and fairytales, but he doesn't think Davin means it. He likes James just for being himself.

He sees Davin reach for the drawer and miss, so he quickly lifts up on his knees and opens it, gathering lube and a condom. There's no begging needed, he wants this just as much, and he rips open the foil and rolls the condom of his cock, his entire body feeling tight with need. Dripping the cool gel over his fingers he slips one finger inside of Davin, wanting to be inside him in the worst way. "Okay. Just tell me when," he says in a breath pressing his finger deeper, not wanting to rush, but hoping when is very soon.