On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track As he watched Remi ready himself Sam struggled to keep his composure at all, hardly able to believe he was at this moment; that somebody he truly cared for was willing to and wanted to make love to him, that he was comfortable and ready for it. Had he been told only a few months ago, he would have dismissed it as fantasy. Yet here he was, nodding at Remi's advice and trying his best to remained relaxed as he was entered. It was a little strange, at first, but so overwhelming; a feeling both new and exactly what he knew he needed, Remi so perfect above him he thought he might cry for a moment. Sam returned the kiss with fervent desire and stroked his hands down Remi's chest, just nodding and looking him in the eyes in return to the unfinished question. Hearing his name spoken so on Remi's lips would make him happy for a lifetime, he knew. As Remi slowly slipped further in he suddenly realised how pleasing being filled actually was, how intimate it was to have Remi and him connected like this. His legs lifted and hooked around Remi, pushing him closer to urge him to move. "Please." Dropped from his lips, the only word he could manage in the face of all of it.