[His mind blanks as Steve speeds up his ministrations on his cock, crying out as he fucks up into that mouth, knowing that Steve can (and has) take it. Stimulated from both the front and the back, it doesn't take much longer for him to go over that edge at last.
The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]
[ Steve can't stop himself from grinding down into the blankets, too caught up in the thickness in his mouth and how tight Sam would be around his fingers or his cock to be able to stop.
He doesn't need a warning; Sam coming is exactly the intent, that's the point. The first few bursts of salt hit him and Steve slides his mouth down further, swallows him down and swallows each pulse of it, groaning around him.
Sam's fingers slip out and Steve gives him two final strokes, and licks him clean before letting himself get dragged up, lips red and shiny from it. He doesn't bother resisting the kiss, licking into Sam's mouth with a low groan of approval. It's filthy, but it's one of his favorite things to do, kissing Sam after Sam's gone down on him. ]
[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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The heat in his belly spikes, and he tries to hold on, at least to warn Steve, but all he manages is a choked off whimper of Steve's name and he then he's spilling, the pleasure more intense than he's used to. He tries to muffle the sounds he makes by turning his head and hiding his face in the pillow, but it doesn't work very well.
As the high starts to fade, he slumps back down on the bed, fingers releasing the hold he had on Steve's hair, petting him apologetically for the rough treatment. He slowly eases his other set of fingers from his hole now, too, wincing at the feeling. Absently wiping them on the wash cloth he'd laid out on the bed just for that purpose, he tugs Steve up so that he can kiss him.]
That was -- that sure was something.
[If he isn't quite as eloquent as he usually is, he's pretty sure no one can really blame him after an orgasm like that.]
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He doesn't need a warning; Sam coming is exactly the intent, that's the point. The first few bursts of salt hit him and Steve slides his mouth down further, swallows him down and swallows each pulse of it, groaning around him.
Sam's fingers slip out and Steve gives him two final strokes, and licks him clean before letting himself get dragged up, lips red and shiny from it. He doesn't bother resisting the kiss, licking into Sam's mouth with a low groan of approval. It's filthy, but it's one of his favorite things to do, kissing Sam after Sam's gone down on him. ]
You sure are something.
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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.