As hands closed around his own, Sam paused and looked up, immediately anxious that he had somehow made a mistake. That it was time for this to end, that he couldn't actually have anything half as nice as this.
But instead, Nate just asked a question. One that Sam felt had a very obvious answer, one that could be seen in the mess of his hair or the need in his eyes, or the tent in his pants. True, he did not usually think sex without love was worth it, but...maybe a part of his newfound confidence was allowing himself to enjoy this. To enjoy just being desired.
"Yes. Yes, I want this." He answered confidently, after a moment's thought. "I want you." With that said he went to undo Nate's shirt again more insistently, as his hips began to push up, searching for contact with Nate's.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
