PSL: James and Randolph

[chapter_behind]

[When James discovered Randolph was no longer able to access the community, his first inclination was frank panic. That was why he was sitting in the corner of the room, conversing with Klavier of all people, and not back in bed with Randolph.

Which was really where he should be.]

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[cravats]

Would you prefer to be on your front or your back, love? It's easier on the front, but... [It isn't exactly dignified.]

[chapter_behind]

Which would you prefer? [James nuzzles in against Randolph's neck, nipping lightly, hoping to coax another smile from him.]

[cravats]

Hands and knees, if you wouldn't mind. [He will smile, he is glad to be getting his way... though he does want his James to be happy. He loves his James.]

[chapter_behind]

['His James'... He does like the sound of it, even though the thought of what is to come fills him with trepidation. He doesn't want to move away, if it means he can't kiss Randolph, but he rolls obediently onto his belly.