On This Night

Samuel And he's smiling like he means it, and he's stretched out on his back And he's telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time, I can't keep track Sam let his eyes sweep over Remi's revealed torso, hardly even noticing the scars on his ribs in the absence of his other wounds. As long as they were healed he hardly minded, because Remi was well and that was all that mattered. ...Well...that, and he did let his eyes drift a little lustfully down his body. Remi moved down to his chest, putting his mouth and hands to good work. Sam tipped his head back and moaned, louder this time, a desperate high tone coming into the sound at the end. "R-Remi..." He whispered, his legs easily slipping open to welcome him into them. The growl against his lips and more insistent hand on his cock awoke something in him, something that wished to be taken and had, possessed. It was a notion that brought a whine from his lips as his whole body shook, his hips bucking up into Remi's touch with a twitching need. It didn't take long for him to be entirely hard, firm in Remi's fingers. As much as he didn't want to, a question came to mind and he had to ask. Sam reached up and pulled Remi away from him for just a moment, staring at him in a moment where he should have been panting but couldn't for his breath. "...D...do you want me to b-bite you?" The feelings he had now were intense, wonderful, but he knew there was a way to make them so much more and it was at the tips of his fingertips. Well, teeth.