[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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[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.