JAMES
James' grin only widens as Zeph cuts his finger on a protruding shard of glass. "Bet if y'take that to the ascended doc, he'll suck it all better for ya." The thief suggests, all shit-eating-smiles and waggly brows.
"Bangin' is what I do at work all day long." James' protests, looking at the hammers with a sniff of disdain. But oil? Lubing things up? Well..that too is something he does at the Haulani, but it isn't as easy to make a joke out of, so he opts for that.
Dripping some of the oil down his bare chest, the thief begins to bear-hug the crates in order to coat them. At one point he's on his back, dripping oil onto himself like Dyonisis, his fingers making circles around his nipples as his hips gyrate up and down. "Like this, yeah Zeph?" He calls brightly, almost positive he's doing a fucking fantastic job.
James oilshimself the crates
"Bangin' is what I do at work all day long." James' protests, looking at the hammers with a sniff of disdain. But oil? Lubing things up? Well..that too is something he does at the Haulani, but it isn't as easy to make a joke out of, so he opts for that.
Dripping some of the oil down his bare chest, the thief begins to bear-hug the crates in order to coat them. At one point he's on his back, dripping oil onto himself like Dyonisis, his fingers making circles around his nipples as his hips gyrate up and down. "Like this, yeah Zeph?" He calls brightly, almost positive he's doing a fucking fantastic job.
James oils
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
