[ 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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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.