Sam cut off a cry, nodding desperately.“Yes, Ian.”His eyelids slid completely closed and that groove above his nose deepened.His arms trembled.
“Then I’m going to ride you hard.Fuck you sore.”
“OhGodohGodohGod,” Sam chanted, rocking back and forth faster, brow wrinkling, arms shaking.
Ian didn’t know how much longer Sam could support himself.He leaned up, dislodging Sam’s hands, wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist and his leg around Sam’s thigh, then flipped them both, laying Sam on his back.
He spoke against Sam’s cheekbone.“You may not like it, maybe won’t be ready for me in your ass after coming as hard as I’m going to make you, but it doesn’t matter.You’ll do it because I want you to.Your asshole is mine to fuck, kiddo, isn’t it?”
Sam didn’t need prodding this time.“Yes, Ian.”He was nearly sobbing, sweat-soaked and arching up and shaking.
Ian fought Sam’s fingernails digging into the back of his neck so he could push himself up enough to see Sam’s face.“Come now.”
Ian got what he wanted; Sam screamed his name.The expression on his face was beautiful, so purely sweet it was nearly painful.Ian thought he was having an out-of-body experience because it felt like he was the one writhing and coming uncontrollably—but then he realized he was coming against Sam’s thigh while Sam’s muscles pulsed around his fingers and his hips snapped up into Ian’s hand.
He lay half on Sam afterward, feeling his muscles twitch, the whole room vibrating in his ears.Sam moaned, his skin prickly with goose bumps when Ian swept a hand up and down his side.He rolled off him and tucked Sam against his body, covering him and then cleaning them both up while whispering to him—he didn’t know what, but Sam probably didn’t either.Ian kissed him lazily until Sam was nearly asleep, long slow kisses until he could barely respond, then Ian let him rest.He rubbed Sam’s back, petting him while he drifted off to wherever he was going.Sam murmured something about rolling over.
“You’re fine where you are kiddo.Just rest.”Ian kissed his temple and listened to Sam’s breathing even out.It was better if he fell asleep, because Ian had some thinking to do.
When Ian woke up wrapped around Sam yet again the next day, he forgot his plan to show Sam all the things about him that made Ian addicted to him.
He just did it without thinking.
Wandering back from the bathroom after his morning piss, he looked at Sam, sprawled out on the bed.Sam had moved as soon as Ian unwound himself from him, rolling onto his stomach and spreading out.
All that skin would look so hot against my black sheets if I tied him spread-eagle to the corner posts.Ian’s dick, only recently coaxed out of a morning hard-on, liked that idea.Unfortunately, Ian had an inkling Sam wasn’t quite ready for that level of play.Besides, the black sheets were in the closet.But Sam looked pretty tempting even on light blue.I bet it brings out the blue in his eyes.He wasn’t even covered by the top sheet.Ian should cover him, because Sam always got cold, and if he did, he’d wake up soon.It would suck for the kid to get up early on one of the few days he could sleep in.
Unless he woke up for a good reason.
Ian slid his briefs down his legs, looking at Sam’s pale, tight ass.He had nice muscles, rounded except for those hollows: like some kind of moons.Which sounded about right—they were almost the color of the moon.Ian smiled and looked down as he kicked off his briefs.His own skin was tan and covered in brownish-gold hair.Next to Sam, he looked almost rough.He loved that contrast.
Somehow, Ian ended up naked and in bed, lying next to an unconscious Sam.He ran his hand over Sam’s back, looking at their differences.
“Mmmmmm?”Sam moved lazily.A big sigh in and out, then he turned his head to the other side, facing Ian.His eyes were still closed.
“Mmmmmm.”Ian gripped a butt cheek briefly, then went back to rubbing Sam.Petting him.
“Feels good,” Sam mumbled.
“Your skin’s soft.”
Sam’s eyes snapped open.“Soft?I’m a guy.I can’t have soft skin.”
“You do, kiddo.”Ian smiled.
Sam stared at him for a few seconds.Then he groaned, “Oh, God,” and pulled a pillow over his head.“I have girl’s skin,” he said from under it.
Ian pulled him closer so he could feel Sam’s skin all along his body.“I like it.Feels good.”
“I’m a girl,” Sam whined.
“You aren’t a girl.Your dick is distinctly male.”Ian pushed himself up on his elbow, then planted the other elbow on the opposite side of Sam to hold himself over him.“So are your butt cheeks.”He scooted down Sam’s body and gripped one cheek in each hand.Sam tilted his hips up into Ian’s palms, so Ian pulled his cheeks apart and tongued his guiche, then licked from his ring to the end of his spine.“You don’t taste like a girl.”Ian sampled him again, taking a swirling detour around his asshole just to hear Sam’s response.
“Oh, God,” Sam groaned.He started to pull the pillow off his head.
Ian stopped licking.“Leave the pillow over your head.”He ran his tongue along Sam’s skin again, a long, slow, slick stroke, getting him extra wet.
Sam dropped his hand.“What if I can’t breathe?”
