They discover something under James' Boxers

As James slept, the hovering gloves wandered around the room, seeming to consider their next action. They went to James' desk, pressing a couple of keys on his laptop. The screen blinked on, and James stirred in his bed.

The gloves quickly closed the screen, easing it down at the end as the screen shut back off. Hovering over to the bed, they found that James was now face up, still sleeping away. One of the leather gloves pulled down his blanket and sheet enough to uncover his torso. The other rested gently against his chest, letting its palm feel the rise and fall of his lungs while he slept. When James didn't stir at this, James started running gentle circles around the center of his chest with its soft leathery fingertips.

James smiled a little, moaning in his sleep as the glove began working him over. Its mate let go of the sheet and hovered over a pec, carefully taking hold of the definition in James' chest and massaging it.

"Mmm..." James moaned again, stretching his body a little. The gloves paused their actions while his torso and shoulders tensed to stretch out, but he still didn't wake. Once he was settled again, the soft leather gloves settled on both of his pecs--rubbing them in gentle circles now as James let out pleased little noises.

One of the gloves traced down his abs--marginally defined on his slim body--but present. He let out a little chuckle as the leather fingertips drifted over his tummy, going across his torso and trailing back up his side. When the glove reached an armpit, James shuddered a little.

"Ungh..." James spouted, still smiling. The glove still lending attention to his chest continued its rubbing, and the one at his armpit retreated, as if taking note of his reaction. It went back to massaging his other pec again, and James went back to his happy murmurs. The other glove picked itself up and hovered to his pace, tracing down his smooth jawline and ever so carefully running a leathery thumb over his soft lips--just enough so that it barely made contact with his skin. In his sleep, James inhaled the scent of leather and felt the teasing finger enough that his body reacted with more than just sound. As the glove that remained at his chest boldly tweaked one of James' nipples, his sheet shifted below--set into motion by something that wasn't the gloves.

James let out a slow, low-register groan now, tensing his torso in his sleep again as a glove flicked his nipple. The other at his lips seemed to 'notice' the motion under the sheet below his waist, and decided to hover down the bed and pull it back.

Both gloves stopped as James was exposed down to his thighs now. He slept in his boxers, but at the moment, something was tenting near the flap. Both gloves moved to the waistband of the boxers, gingerly pulling from either side so as not to disturb the still-sleeping James. When they pulled the fabric back, shimmying the boxers carefully down over his butt, James' dick stood at half-mast--slightly inflated, but beginning to flop against his body once more now that the gloves had ceased their attentions from earlier.

They carefully let go of the waistband, letting the elastic hem run up under James' balls. When one of the gloves returned to his chest, James' cock pumped again, only in the slightest. The free glove seemed to take note of this, motioning a thumbs-up. The other at his chest massaged more vigorously again, rubbing one pec, then the other. As soon as it took another shot at teasing over a nipple, James' cock jumped--inflating more noticeably again. The glove near the waistline held its thumb even higher, bobbing its ghostly hand up and down as if to indicate that its partner at James' chest had hit on some important discovery.

When the glove at his pecs slowly went back and forth, tracing fingers between them and playing with his nipples now and then, James' cock worked itself into standing straight, eventually becoming stiff enough to point rigidly back up at his body. He was moaning pretty regularly at this point.

The glove at his waistband pointed at his engorged cock, and the other laid off his chest for a second, beckoning the other over. When the one at the waistband complied, it floated over to James' chest, taking over for the one that had been massaging his chest and playing with his nipples. The gloves completed their position swap as the one that was working over his chest hovered down to his dick, surveying the thing--approaching it carefully with an open hand.

James groaned as the leather glove gripped his cock, squeezing it gently as first, feeling his cock respond--growing in its leathery palm. It released its grip, sliding gently up James' shaft and tickling fingertips against the head of his dick.

"Unnngh--huh..." James stirred, breathing heavily now. This time the gloves continued working him over--one still caressing his torso and giving sporadic attention to his nipples while the other happily got into a rhythm jerking him off.