You looked beautiful, Billy. [Like he was all Jim's, gift-wrapped and made just for him, just for his cock. He sounds a little sad about it, too. A little choked up. For a beat, Jim lets himself close his eyes and remember all of it. Doesn't really know how else to describe it to Billy, or how to show him.

He sighs, soft: ] You were wild. You were so mad, [and he laughs, just a little. ] All you needed was a little reminder that you were mine, that you were loved.

[It feels cruel, to say it. Feels too honest. His fingertips skirt over his own thigh, and then curl into a fist. ] You want another reminder, Billy?