Nate was almost wild above him, coming into Sam rough and hard; he found he loved it. To be so wanted, so desired that Nate couldn't help but take him. He wished fervently he could have the bruises to remember this by later, to trace where Nate's fingers had pressed into his hips; he couldn't, so he had to try and take in as much as this moment as possible.
As Nate came in him he pulled him close, smashing a kiss hard against his lips. There was a quiet moment then, Nate panting and the heat slowly melting away around them, a sleepy contentedness sneaking in instead. Whimpering as Nate pulled back, Sam stayed laying still for a moment.
To clean up he leaned down to reach under his bed and grabbed a rag. "Would you like to...to stay?" He asked, thrilled at the idea of having someone hold him through the night.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
