On This Night

Knowing the all too familiar signals that Sam was about to orgasm, Remi's thrusts became deeper but only slighter faster. As the bookmaker shuddered beneath him, Remi slowed dramatically not wanting to overstimulate now that Sam had cum, his final thrust propelling him snugly inside thanks to the tightening of Sam's legs, as the man gasped below and against him. The bites on Sam's shoulder turned in gentle kisses as he heard his name whispered once it seemed coherent speech had returned to the ascended. "Yes?" Remi replied as if it was something he was meant to respond to, rather than a post-orgasm sigh wrapped around the shape of his name. For a moment he held Sam near, not at all bothered by the sticky mess between them now. The hand around his shoulder had relaxed—but not released—while the fingers which had been clutching at the sheets now moved to gently brush errant strands of hair from Sam's eyes. "Are you alright?" Remi asked gently, wanting to believe that there was enough honesty between them now that Sam would tell him if he were not, but also erring on the side of caution just in case. remi Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here