James chuckled evilly at Kinjo as his boney long fingers curled and held the silken strands of hair. The long silly stands that felt so soft to the touch, he loved it. Loved it enough he didn't want to share Kinjo with his brother who already had him. The tugging and lagging behind only seemed to cause the boy to be hurt more. His sick, twisted, evil smile came more and more as he heard the soft cries of pain. Yes, soft. James hadn't even beaten Kinjo yet, let alone made him give he, himself, pleasure. Oh yes. Though as the door slammed he turned around, hand still in Kinjo's hair and he laughed gently before walking behind and embraced him. His arms wrapped around Kinjo's middle, slowly and softly he held the boy to himself. A soft deep breath blew past his lips to Kinjo's neck as James leaned in, leaned in to nip the side of Kinjo's neck were he hadn't bitten. The nip was gentle, teasing, so light it could be mistaken for a love bite. Yet it wasn't. Lifting his hands James nibbled Kinjo's ear, gently as he began prying at the male's hands, pulling and tugging to make him let go. His hands by now had become normal, "You will come with me, you have no choice. There is no one else here to save you. The only one who could have done anything got sick and she ran off to go take care of her demented brother." He chuckled in a soft whisper before blowing on Kinjo's earlobe.