Instead, he latched onto James' throat, dragging his teeth against the frantic pulse point. He forced his knee furth between the boys legs as bit down a little harder, hands wokring furiously at the buttons of James' shit. He relished in the continued struggle, pleasently surprised as it continued despite the restraints.
James gave a sudden, muffled squawk and Lucius looked up to find the boys face a mask of disgist and, amazingly, the beginnings of pleasuer. In that moment Lucius let himself show his surprise. The expression was gone as quickly as it had come. His mind whirled with new possibilities. What would be worse for James than being advantage by his most active rival? Enjoying it.
His hand caressed against the flesh at the boys side, a repeat of the action he thought had likely caused the reaction. He wasn't to be dissapointed.