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[chasedthestars]

He follows along, his whole face a flush of red by now. He's a damn mess and he knows it, but hell, he doesn't even give a damn anymore. Not with Jim leading him out of the party looking as absolutely fine and put together as he does. "Where're you taking me, peaches?" he asks, faintly bemused.

*

"The nearest vaguely horizontal surface with a door that locks?" Jim calls over his shoulder, managing to haul Bones up the Compound steps and down the hall. He pauses as the stairs, briefly considering just throwing Bones over his shoulder, but his head isn't where he wants Bones' blood rushing to right now, so Jim settles for keeping an eye on him as they traverse lower.

"Here will do," he announces, finding an empty room with a door and a blessed lock. "Come on, Bones." Jim pulls his belt from its loops in one long, elegant tug. "Pants are now officially optional."

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[leftwithmybones]

He stumbles slightly on the steps, but that isn't his fault. They're built too damn crooked and he manages to get both feet on the floor when he realizes that they're still moving along at a quick clip. "You're shedding that gorgeous suit," he remarks, upset at such a beautiful piece of clothing hitting the ground. "Hell, Jim, you looked good in it."

Still, if they're getting undressed, he goes for the pocket square and wraps it around his palm, knotting it off for later.

[chasedthestars]

"Hey!" Jim laughs, but he lets Bones secret the thing away, "That was the most respectable part of my outfit." He shrugs out of his suit jacket and lays it on the ground before coming forward to help Bones out of his dress pants.

"So about my perfectly shaped ass," he says, easing Bones' pants down just far enough to let Jim grip his dick. "I'm thinking..." He strokes him, slow and loose as if they had all the time in the world and not a handful of stolen moments in the basement, "I'm thinking it'd feel pretty good wrapped around your dick right now."

[leftwithmybones]

"Couldn't focus," he murmurs, shedding his suit jacket into a pile on the floor. "All I could think about was you tied up to the bedposts with pocket squares that looked just like..." he swallows, intending to finish his sentence, but then Jim's words catch up to him. "Oh, fuck," he gets out, the words tremulous. The whole damn world gets dizzy for a minute and he grabs hold of Jim by the hips, shoving him forward until he's got him shoved against the wall. "Turn around," he gets out, voice low and hoarse.

[chasedthestars]

Jim grins and kisses him first, and he isn't polite about it at all, tongue pushing past Bones' lips and fucking deep, sliding sweetly along Bones' tongue and curling dirty. "Sure, babe," he says, and he doesn't sound breathless, but only because Jim's that much of a show off. He turns and widens his stance, back arched just enough to put his ass front and center.

"I'd planned on riding you, but if you think you can keep your feet..."

[leftwithmybones]

His breath's pretty reckless and ragged by now. "You're giving me too many options," he protests, brows knit together as he reasons through whether he can stand long enough, but the champagne and the nerves and the excitement have bubbled together to make his knees weak. He eases a few steps back, shoving down his boxers when he sits on the bed. "C'mere," he drawls.

[chasedthestars]

Jim turns, and he's not actually angling to give Bones some kind of meltdown, but he can't help a little show, pulling his boxers down slowly before he comes to the bed. Planting a knee on the mattress, he straddles Bones, presenting three fingers and planting them against Bones' mouth.

"Suck."

[leftwithmybones]

He whines -- actually whines -- in disbelief when Jim says that one simple word that threatens to take him apart along with everything else Jim is doing. He's breathless as he leans forward and sucks all three of Jim's fingers into his mouth. Supporting his wrist, he doesn't let go so quickly. He sucks, harder, and drags his teeth against the digits, scraping until he's sucking on the tips.

[chasedthestars]

Jim knows Bones' mouth, knows every curl of tongue and scrape of teeth, knows how much he loves Bones' mouth, but it's the realization that the last time he had Bones' tongue wrapped around his fingers was their wedding night that finally makes him breathless.

With some effort, he tugs his hand free, leaning in to kiss Bones hard when he reaches back, using Bones' spit to work himself open.

[leftwithmybones]

He's not sure when the kisses turned this desperate, but he's got a feeling it wasn't the wedding; it wasn't even the engagement. Hell, he thinks maybe they got this heady when he realized that he was Jim's for the long haul and that had been during the amnesia bout last year. This is...this is going to be permanent and now he knows that. He watches, riveted, as Jim preps himself. "Jim," he manages, voice hoarse and throat dry. "God, Jim."

[chasedthestars]

"I know," Jim murmurs back, because he might be in control of himself here, but the way Bones looks at him makes him want to fall apart, shatter and lie there in pieces for Bones to put back together. Reaching down, he strokes Bones in time with his own fingers, thumb swiping across the head for the pre-cum that will ease Bones' way inside of him.

"Need you wet, Bones."

[leftwithmybones]

He knows there's a whole party out there they need to get back to because they're council members, both of them, and they're going to be respectable and do what they're meant to, but right now, his hands skirt Jim's sides reverently and lovingly, taking the time to hold onto the man he loves. "Help me with that, would you?" he demands breathlessly.

[chasedthestars]

"Doin' my best," says Jim with a quirk of a grin, jerking Bones fast for a few strokes in the way that always makes him groan. True to form, Jim feels new wetness beneath his thumb, and he slicks him up as best he can.

"Lie back, babe," he says, levering himself up on his knees.

[leftwithmybones]

He does exactly what Jim wants because he doesn't have it in him to argue. He's breathless and delighted at the view this affords him, biting his lip as he licks them and gets them good and wet, his dick hard as fuck, but then it always is when Jim's around. "Forgot how good this felt until you came along," he states breathlessly.

[chasedthestars]

"I have that effect," says Jim, but the words get caught in his throat, breaths hitching as he sinks down on Bones' cock. He's prepped himself well, but it's just wet enough, the drag sweet but an ache, too, but that fits. Jim aches where Bones is concerned, pleasure and adoration and a bone deep terror that he won't get to keep this, that it will be too much happiness for one man to deserve.

"Hold onto me," he says, pulling Bones' hands to his hips, squeezes until he can feel Bones' fingers bear down. The pressure helps, and Jim closes his eyes, head pitched slightly back as he begins to move.

[leftwithmybones]

He grabs on like he has to hold on for dear life, his fingers burying deep into Jim's hips like if he doesn't hold on, if he doesn't brand him then somehow Jim is going to slip away. They've done this plenty of times since the planetarium, but it's still falling under the same gorgeous haze of new, even though the sensations are strictly Jim. "D-don't know how anyone compared, t'il you came along," he gasps breathlessly.