[ The light press of lips against his own still came as a surprise, despite the number of times they'd shared kisses, between that first one and now. He returned the soft pressure, blushing slightly when James drew back, and brushing his thumb across the broad flare of James' cheekbones. ]

I try to put restraints on you and this is going to be over before it even begins. [ Will commented, his hand sliding down along the strong column of the other man's throat, before coming to rest on his shoulder once again. ]

If you do this yourself, do you think it will be alright if I'm here and help hand you what you need?

[ It wasn't the neat and tidy solution to the situation, but Will respected the fact that James probably had dug bullets out of his flesh and stitched himself up, more times than either of them wanted to think about. ]