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James let out a low moan at those needy words, the sound almost a growl, the sound of a man losing his restraint. He grip on Russel hip tighten, his control slipping.

"Beg." He say, his voice low, rough and demanding. He want, need to hear him beg for it, to hear that needy, desperate tone in Russel voice again.

There a whimper from Russel at the command, the need in him only growing more intense, the way James voice sound, the way he grip him tight... it's too much, his mind almost blank with need.

"Please.... please.... please..." He beg, almost pleading, his voice hoarse and need, his body arching up towards James, craving him, wanting, needing that friction, that contact, that touch.