Sam laughed, delighted despite his nerves, when Nate picked him up and easily carried him. He had always been attracted to strength and the action increased the heat inside him even more, little kisses being pressed to Nate's jaw and cheek as they went up the stairs.
Falling on the bed and immediately reaching up to pull Nate down (legs slipping open for the other man, a dance Sam's body knew the steps to even if he didn't remember), he nodded. "Yes. I..." He smiled and shook his head, not sure how to say that he had never been called darling before and he very much liked it.
A part of him, the anxious and broken part, wanted to stop everything to make sure he hadn't hurt Nate, to reassure himself against all evidence that Nate hated him for the pain - but for the moment, with Nate over him and hungry kisses being placed upon him, he found it easy to ignore. With passion and a little affection, he returned the kisses, needy and messy, as his fingers began to try and work out how to get Nate's shirt off.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
