Samuel
Sam perhaps would not have understood what 'kink' meant, but he knew fully that he loved allowing himself to be under the control of a trusted partner, loved to be helplessly consumed. The way Nate was so clearly in need of him, rushing forward to take a kiss from Sam that he willingly gave, passion answered with equal desire with lips and tongue.He felt his wrists strain against the ropes as naturally his body tried to let him touch Nate and he took in a sharp, gasping breath as Nate moved to kiss at his neck then bite it; Sam's hips bucked suddenly up, the action ungainly and indicative of uncontrollable lust. "I...I want to look good for you. Just you." Sam wasn't really sure where the words he found upon his lips came from, but they felt natural to say, like lines from a role he was born to play.
The wrist pressed against his lips hardly needed the extra instruction. As soon as he was prompted, Sam sunk his teeth into Nate's skin, sucking out as much blood as he can, eager to feel the increased pleasure consume him. A muffled moan came through his mouth as the first waves of it came, elevating everything he was already feeling to an almost unbelievable level.
And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get
'Cause the older I get
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject
