James wasn't uncomfortable or awkward at all. Sex was a separate compartment in his mind and he could enjoy it in many ways and forms, separately of anything.

He rather liked Kersen on his lap. It didn't seem awkward at all to him. But he guessed Kersen might need a little... assurance. He knew he could be difficult to read.

He kissed Kersen again and against his lips he whispered. "I'd rather like to fuck you." A beat. "If that would be to your liking."