[He groans against Steve's mouth, something warm and possessive settling in his belly at the taste of himself on Steve's tongue. When he pulls back at last, he's still trying to catch his breath, slowly coming down from that high.
Having Steve settle himself carefully over him, still hot and hard against his thigh, has Sam trying to roll his hips up, tired and oversensitive as he is, whining quietly at the feeling of cloth against his skin. He paws at the waistband of Steve's pants, fumbling with the button and zipper.]
So're you, but I'd like it better if I could see all of you now.
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Having Steve settle himself carefully over him, still hot and hard against his thigh, has Sam trying to roll his hips up, tired and oversensitive as he is, whining quietly at the feeling of cloth against his skin. He paws at the waistband of Steve's pants, fumbling with the button and zipper.]
So're you, but I'd like it better if I could see all of you now.