Undoing the buttons, he pushed that shirt away. Sure enough he found a strong body under all that teacher and he gasped softly. Soon his fingers were running over the warm skin, exploring the lines there. James was broader than he was, the muscle giving him a thicker look. But it was gorgeous and it made him feel small in the most perfect way.

"I do. Right before I go to sleep I lay there and I picture you holding me and filling me. Or I pretend my hand is actually yours as I lean back into you while you whisper poems in my ear."

Finding one of the man's hand, he brought it between his own legs like James had done with his hand earlier. It made him gasp and shudder to feel that hand somewhere so intimate but he loved it. "And I like to picture all the ways you can bend me as you have your way with me."

He bit his lip as he lifted his gaze back to his face. "I'm very bendy..."