Jim loves Leonard's hands. They're strong and wide, long fingers kneading into tight knots, just the right amount of pain-pleasure pressure.
Jim is bare-chested, on his tummy, arms and legs splayed as he melts into the mattress. Leonard is straddled across Jim's ass, one knee snug against either side of Jim's ribs as he works him over. Long strokes down his spine, a teasing poke to ticklish sides. Palms rub warmth into his shoulders, the muscles of his arms.
Jim's hips shudder, an uncontrolled thrust making Leonard chuckle above him. Jim closes his eyes and surrenders himself to Leonard's touch.