[35 minutes is more than enough time for that. He finally strips off completely, folding his clothes and setting them aside before heading to the linen closet to fetch himself a towel so he won't end up ruining the couch.
Prepping himself isn't exactly a chore, but when all he really wants right now is Steve opening him relentlessly up, it's something he has to bear while keeping himself from getting too close to the edge. He doesn't doubt there will be consequences if he goes against Steve's order now.
This really isn't how he'd expected his "ambush" to go, but hey, this is working out better than expected in a lot of ways.]
[ If he drives a little faster, if he takes a few short-cuts and maybe pushes the whole speeding thing just a touch, well, it's understandable, he figures. Steve takes the freeway down, and gets caught in only a few moments of traffic before he makes it home fairly on time. There's no point in trying to be stealthy with his bike, so he doesn't bother, pulling up into the garage and easing inside.
The jacket gets tossed over a chair, and Steve moves into the living room to the bedroom, lingering in the doorway with a hip cocked. ]
Hey.
[ It's not the military brusqueness from before, just a low, pleased little rumble to his voice. ]
[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.]
[ He could've kept him waiting, could have made him drag this out but that's not going to happen because Steve's level of patience - while decent, seems to be utterly ruined when it comes to Sam.
He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
[Steve's hands on his skin startle him, and his breath stutters at his touch. He shoves his fingers in deeper, twists them before he can stop himself, and he swears at the sensation.]
Yes.
[It comes out a whimper, his skin feeling hot and like it's stretched over his bones too tightly. So maybe he's partly to blame for the situation he's in now, but the sight of Steve smiling at him, eyes glinting like he just wants to swallow him whole --
He shudders, back arching in an attempt to pressing himself up against Steve. It's all worth it, in his opinion]
[ Because seriously, all of the above are tempting. He knows he wants his mouth all over Sam. The specifics of it aren't exactly important, it's more this just needs to happen.
Rimming is tempting, and Steve's fingers slide back, tracing where Sam's hole is stretched and open against his own fingers. Means he can't kiss him until he brushes afterward, though, so with that decided, Steve angles himself over and parts his lips, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the crown of Sam's cock. ]
[He's about to retort with a smart remark, but it just ends up as a moan when Steve teases at the rim of his hole with calloused fingers, then mouths against his cock. His hips jerk up before he can stop himself, trying to get more, and he whines quietly when Steve pulls away again.]
You are such a tease. The worst boyfriend --
[Another probing stroke of Steve's fingers between his legs makes him stop just to swear, his free hand reaching down to tangle in Steve's hair just so he has something to hold on to. He feels so high strung by that point, so on edge that the pleas just fall from his lips.]
Damn it, Steve, please.
[At least Steve had the ride to calm down a little before getting here. Sam just wants to come right now.]
[ Steve smothers a laugh against the inside of Sam's thigh, biting at it playfully, trailing little nips and sucking bruises lightly against his skin until he reaches the crease of his thigh and then works his way up. Dunno how I'm the worst, is murmured into his hip, Steve's mouth trailing up his belly, biting just below his bellybutton with a little grin. ]
I think the 'worst boyfriend' would just let you finish this up yourself.
[ Steve's head tilts into Sam's hand, letting him guide him if he likes, but for the moment he's shifting up and over Sam, parting his lips and sliding his tongue out just a touch to drag it up the underside of Sam's cock. Blue eyes roll up to meet Sam's, eyebrows raised, the invitation clear if he wants to take it. ]
[The feeling of Steve's tongue on his cock is almost too much - almost, but still not enough. After teetering on that edge for so long, he needs a bit more to push him over, so that offer's not something he's about to turn down right now (or, like, ever if he's honest with himself). Carefully, he leads Steve's head down further so he can take Sam's cock into his mouth.
He hisses as that wet heat sinks down on him, and he can't help the way his hips jerk up, just a little. Sinking back down against the fingers still inside of him, he moves slowly, gasping out and making hurt little noises as he alternates between fucking Steve's mouth and fucking himself back onto his fingers.
He bites his lip, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left (though let's be real, that's usually the first thing that flies out the door when Steve's involved these days).]
God, I'm close.
[That's about all he can choke out right now, working himself steadily towards completion.]
[ It's all he manages to get out before he swallows down Sam's cock, letting it sit heavy and thick on his tongue, pushing himself forward until he's got his nose nearly pressed to Sam's stomach.
Truthfully, he's a little surprised Sam's lasted this long, given how long it's been.
Steve slips both hands up and pushes one over Sam's thighs, easing him back and spreading them apart just a little bit to make it easier for him to go down on Sam while he's between his legs like that. Some creative shifting and he's left with a little more room to work, bobbing his head slow and steady down over Sam's cock, precome salty on his tongue.
He hears what he says, of course, but he's not about to stop him; Sam's been patient, and Steve wants him to, likes being able to do this with him, for him, wants to swallow it down. ]
[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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[35 minutes is more than enough time for that. He finally strips off completely, folding his clothes and setting them aside before heading to the linen closet to fetch himself a towel so he won't end up ruining the couch.
Prepping himself isn't exactly a chore, but when all he really wants right now is Steve opening him relentlessly up, it's something he has to bear while keeping himself from getting too close to the edge. He doesn't doubt there will be consequences if he goes against Steve's order now.
This really isn't how he'd expected his "ambush" to go, but hey, this is working out better than expected in a lot of ways.]
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The jacket gets tossed over a chair, and Steve moves into the living room to the bedroom, lingering in the doorway with a hip cocked. ]
Hey.
[ It's not the military brusqueness from before, just a low, pleased little rumble to his voice. ]
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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.
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He strips off everything but his khakis in a hurry, and toes his boots off, making his way over to Sam with a slow smile, crawling up the bottom of the bed to settle between Sam's thighs. ]
Keep going.
[ His hands start at Sam's ankles, shifting them further apart, and then work their way up to his knees, fingers dragging along the insides of his thighs until he's got Sam's hips held firmly, watching his fingers push in and out of himself. Yeah, patience isn't happening right now. ]
You gonna come if I put my mouth on you?
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Yes.
[It comes out a whimper, his skin feeling hot and like it's stretched over his bones too tightly. So maybe he's partly to blame for the situation he's in now, but the sight of Steve smiling at him, eyes glinting like he just wants to swallow him whole --
He shudders, back arching in an attempt to pressing himself up against Steve. It's all worth it, in his opinion]
Come on, I did what you asked. Don't make me beg.
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[ Because seriously, all of the above are tempting. He knows he wants his mouth all over Sam. The specifics of it aren't exactly important, it's more this just needs to happen.
Rimming is tempting, and Steve's fingers slide back, tracing where Sam's hole is stretched and open against his own fingers. Means he can't kiss him until he brushes afterward, though, so with that decided, Steve angles himself over and parts his lips, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to the crown of Sam's cock. ]
Don't know, I sort of like hearing it.
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You are such a tease. The worst boyfriend --
[Another probing stroke of Steve's fingers between his legs makes him stop just to swear, his free hand reaching down to tangle in Steve's hair just so he has something to hold on to. He feels so high strung by that point, so on edge that the pleas just fall from his lips.]
Damn it, Steve, please.
[At least Steve had the ride to calm down a little before getting here. Sam just wants to come right now.]
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[ Steve smothers a laugh against the inside of Sam's thigh, biting at it playfully, trailing little nips and sucking bruises lightly against his skin until he reaches the crease of his thigh and then works his way up. Dunno how I'm the worst, is murmured into his hip, Steve's mouth trailing up his belly, biting just below his bellybutton with a little grin. ]
I think the 'worst boyfriend' would just let you finish this up yourself.
[ Steve's head tilts into Sam's hand, letting him guide him if he likes, but for the moment he's shifting up and over Sam, parting his lips and sliding his tongue out just a touch to drag it up the underside of Sam's cock. Blue eyes roll up to meet Sam's, eyebrows raised, the invitation clear if he wants to take it. ]
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[The feeling of Steve's tongue on his cock is almost too much - almost, but still not enough. After teetering on that edge for so long, he needs a bit more to push him over, so that offer's not something he's about to turn down right now (or, like, ever if he's honest with himself). Carefully, he leads Steve's head down further so he can take Sam's cock into his mouth.
He hisses as that wet heat sinks down on him, and he can't help the way his hips jerk up, just a little. Sinking back down against the fingers still inside of him, he moves slowly, gasping out and making hurt little noises as he alternates between fucking Steve's mouth and fucking himself back onto his fingers.
He bites his lip, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left (though let's be real, that's usually the first thing that flies out the door when Steve's involved these days).]
God, I'm close.
[That's about all he can choke out right now, working himself steadily towards completion.]
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[ It's all he manages to get out before he swallows down Sam's cock, letting it sit heavy and thick on his tongue, pushing himself forward until he's got his nose nearly pressed to Sam's stomach.
Truthfully, he's a little surprised Sam's lasted this long, given how long it's been.
Steve slips both hands up and pushes one over Sam's thighs, easing him back and spreading them apart just a little bit to make it easier for him to go down on Sam while he's between his legs like that. Some creative shifting and he's left with a little more room to work, bobbing his head slow and steady down over Sam's cock, precome salty on his tongue.
He hears what he says, of course, but he's not about to stop him; Sam's been patient, and Steve wants him to, likes being able to do this with him, for him, wants to swallow it down. ]
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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.