"I do." Sam said back, with a surprising amount of confidence. Because honestly, he did. Nate was a strong man, able to hold him down (though there was a kind of security in the Ascended strength in his body, he knew if he had to he could get out) and treat him roughly. And as much as he was a romantic, wanted rose petals and soft morning light...he could not pretend his body did not arch into scratch marks and bites.
It did not take long of Nate slamming into him for Sam to be panting, feeling the orgasm that had been cut off before coming back now - legs wrapped tight around Nate and his eyes rolled back, he managed to breathe out a response of: "I like it. I wan--want it like this."
The bed and the room melted away for a moment, all he could feel was Nate, around him and in him, over him, inescapable pleasure rushing up his body until he was panting out a desperate moan that sounded something like "I'm going to--" Before tensing, gripping tight onto Nate as he came.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
