"Good boy." Sam replied, too fast. He didn't have the time to be truly embarrassed though, not when Nate was looking up at him and winking before sinking back down on his cock, the sensation sending a tingling warmth through Sam that made him moan and sigh with breath he borrowed just for the sound. His hands gripped at the sheets as Nate moved, the feeling making him move without even thinking, head tipping back and hips trying desperately to push up against the hands that held him down.
Then Nate took him entirely in his moan and Sam gasped loud, hands immediately letting go of the sheets to shake with the overwhelming sensation of warmth and pleasure. "Oh, Nate-- I--mmm--" Looking down and seeing Nate, mouth on his cock and eyes looking up at him, Sam knew he wasn't going to last long if this continued.
"St-Stop. I'm...I'm going to...I don't want to to yet." He stammered out, reaching down to try and lift Nate's shoulders. "I..I want you. Inside me." Sam whispered, shy smile on his face as he turned to pull a little pot out of his drawer and hand it to Nate.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
