terminally vague

Samuel

It felt like Nate was trying to make him moan breathless and needy with the speed of his hand and intensity of his gaze; Sam felt delightfully on display, something for Nate to pleasure himself with - as a finger entered him he arched his back and his eyes fluttered shut, pretty moans leaving his lips. Had he had blood, his face would have been tinted pink with flushed blushing.

He could almost feel Nate's impatience in the way the man touched him and it only made him feel even more special; cock straining he began to mumble between moans: "Oh, come on..please. Please." Thankfully, blessedly, Nate did not make him wait too long and pressed his cock inside with a depth and speed that made Sam's eyes roll up. "Nathaniel--!"

Normally he might want things to move slowly, to have some romance, but Nate had awakened something different in him. A need to be fucked, to becoming a desperate mewling thing thrusted into again and again; biting his lip he hoped Nate felt a mirroring desire as he waited for him to begin to move.

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

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject