[And there's Sam, all spread out naked on the bed, three fingers still rocking slowly inside himself. His other hand is fisted in the sheets, an obvious attempt to follow Steve's order not to come.
His face is flushed, and when his eyes, previously glazed over, focus on Steve's form in the doorway, he lets out a moan of relief.
He'd heard the roar of the bike pulling up to the house, of course, but he'd wondered if Steve would keep him waiting, draw it out even further. Hearing Steve's voice wash over him, low and hungry, makes him shudder, and he has to fight the urge to speed his fingers up.]
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His face is flushed, and when his eyes, previously glazed over, focus on Steve's form in the doorway, he lets out a moan of relief.
He'd heard the roar of the bike pulling up to the house, of course, but he'd wondered if Steve would keep him waiting, draw it out even further. Hearing Steve's voice wash over him, low and hungry, makes him shudder, and he has to fight the urge to speed his fingers up.]
Oh, thank god. Fuck, Steve.