James groaned, panting and canting into the pleasure. A man with lesser control would have come untouched from the sight alone, but Neville was not a lesser man. He watched, pleased with the scene in front of him, enraptured by the expressions on James’ face. Merlin, it was enough, just watching, knowing he was controlling one of the deadliest semi-sentient plants known to Wixen all over the world. He was the one giving James pleasure and taking his own just by simply enjoying the beauty before him. Neville was intoxicated with the power, thrilled by the desire and raw need that had glossed James’ eyes. 