terminally vague

Samuel

Sam frowned as Nate licked his palm, wondering for a moment what on Caido he was doing (was he suffering from a lack of blood in his brain?) but when it suddenly made sense as he was touched he gasped, arching his back and his hips rising into the touch. The rough strokes were amazing; pleasurable yet reminded him he was under Nate's control here, tied up and there to be used.

Nothing made him feel more aroused.

"I..--oh, I--" His words were cut off as Nate came down to bite at his neck, a long moan leaving Sam's lips instead as he stretched out his neck to give Nate as much room as he could. "I need it so, so b-badly, darling, please--I need you inside me. Please. Please." Begging with a true edge of desperation in his voice, Sam's arms strained against the ropes holding him back, his hands so badly wanting to touch Nate.

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject