James/Thomas peach verse
He was shivering. There were three sensations at once; the steady heat from the fireplace, the cold damp from his rain-soaked body, and Thomas’s soft palms, running up his bare chest and back down again, soothing him. James shuddered involuntarily. Thomas smiled down at him, dimples forming in the corner of his mouth as his hands lingered over his nipples. He traced the lines of his muscles, tickling over James’s reddish hair. Then his lips echoed the motions—warm and wet—and that too sent him to shuddering. He made a small sound in his throat as Thomas’s hand wondered more passionately over him, rubbing between his legs. Everywhere the hands went they stripped away the chill the rain had left, until he only felt the warmth from the fire and from his lover’s body over him. James clung to it all, lifting his legs to trap Thomas’s body in-between as Thomas took off his shirt and pressed himself close over him, until all traces of the cold were gone.
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