His hips have started to push forward, trying to get Jim deeper, trying to coax Jim's hand to move, trying to get some kind of result before he goes absolutely out of his fucking mind. "Then hurry," he begs, voice as hoarse as it's getting. He's flushed all over, he's barely aware of the world around him.

All he knows is that he wants to come and he wants Jim to be the reason he does, he wants that more than he's wanted anything in his goddamn life.