James splays his hand over you back. Your skin is unmarred, free of bedsores, free from liver spots. He enjoys the smoothness, the cleanliness. You smell fresh too, like linen, you're free from sickness, it rubs off on him, like a bar of soap. You rub your sudsy self all over James, purifying the dirtiest parts of his soul. He almost laughs at that, soul soap, hilarious. Where does he get this stuff from? He should tell you about it when you wake up, maybe you'll laugh. James likes seeing your teeth too, wants to run his fingers along them , feel the ridges, check from chips. He wants to know you fully, better than anyone else. Give him a quiz, he'll ace it baby, swear.
James feels you toss in your sleep, your hand smacks against his chest. James holds in it his, lacing your fingers together, youth feels good in his palm, best of all, you're sturdy, don't slip out from between his fingers. He wants to lay here with you always. If James had it his way you'd be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to bed. You're drooling, it's disgusting, it soaks up into his shirt, he can't find it in himself to get upset about it.
"Hmm James?" you murmur when he tries to shift, "Shhh shh go back to sleep--you're dreaming." He panics like he's been caught doing something wrong. "Eh?" You lean up, wiping your drooly cheek with the back your hand. "Do you have to go or something?" You ask and James sits up, "No" He laughs airily, leaving is the last thing on his mind. "My arm was going numb" He murmurs a lie, flopping back down when you droop on top of him. James feels better than good when you slot your mouth against his. You're smooth against his stubble, you turn your head away at the itchy feeling, he leans forward, so much you fall flat onto your back. He nuzzles your skin to keep scratching you, James laughs when you laugh. You try batting him away, but you feel his mouth all alongside your chin and cheek. "Oh, James!" You shriek your legs wrap around his hips and his hand finds your thigh. He lays a final kiss on your mouth, feeling hot satisfaction pooling in his gut when he pulls away and sees your messy hair and annoyed expression. "You have to shave." you sound entirely breathless in his ears, "Really? I kind of like it, makes me look young no?" James asks with faux seriousness, "No way! You look like a creep!" Your heel digs into his back, "Ouch." He grumbles nipping your jaw as punishment, "Fine I'll shave." He grumbles like he hadn't been planning to do it already.
James doesn't let you get up, even when you try wiggling around. He tells you his joke and it does okay, he gets you to snort and he can accept that. James figures if he can keep you long enough you'll sand him down, make him smooth. Purify him. The tan line from his ring is already long gone, he wonders what else you'll fix.
dividers by @enchanthings
a/n: hes kinda the ideal man
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