When Sam paused a few moments later, one hand low on Ollie’s hip and his lips brushing against one of Ollie’s nipples, Ollie shuddered, his whole body shaking with need. Sam hummed, and then his tongue flicked out, wet and rough against Ollie’s nipple.
“Ahh, god, yessssss.”
He was shaky and warm. So, so warm, and... he just needed... He just... He moaned and reached down to where Sam’s hand rested, now on his outer thigh, and he covered Sam’s hand with his own.
“S-Sam, I—” He couldn’t even finish his thought. Instead, he pressed his hand into Sam’s and then directed them together toward his aching erection. “Please.”
Sam’s lips left his chest and found his mouth again in a slow kiss that lingered, almost questioning, as Sam’s hand continued on its path, caressing slowly up Ollie’s inner thigh. With a moan, Ollie broke the kiss, pressing his head back into his pillow.
Sam’s breath warmed his cheek, and there was another short pause before Sam kissed Ollie’s forehead. “I’ve been wanting to touch you, love,” he said softly. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Another light kiss and then another. And Ollie inhaled with a sharp “Oh, god,” his hands finding Sam’s chest, needing something to press against, to cling to, as Sam finally touchedhim, one hand closing around his base and then stroking gently up his hard length.
It was suddenly... so, so much, all at once. An overwhelming heat and pressure like he’d never felt before coiled up in his groin as Sam began stroking him with a slow rhythm that was both just right and maddeningly not enough. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned with pleasure, then he lifted his hands to cup Sam’s cheeks and drew Sam back to him for another deep kiss.
After a moment, Sam pulled back, breathing hard as he touched his cheek to Ollie’s. “Is this... good, love? Is it...?”
Ollie groaned as his hands smoothed along Sam’s bare chest, down and around to his back. “It’s... God, Sam, please don’t... don’t stop.”
“Mmm. But I... want...” Sam’s lips pressed against Ollie’s one more time, and the bed shifted. A second later, his hot breath and wet tongue warmed Ollie’s inner thigh.
“Ahh, oh, god, Sam...” Ollie moaned as he glanced down to see Sam’s mouth poised at the tip of his shaft, his tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips. Oh god, the sight was arousing. He gripped the bedsheet with one hand as his heart beat wildly in his chest.
“I want to... taste you, love. Is that okay?” Sam asked.
Ollie’s arousal twitched eagerly in Sam’s hand, and he groaned and nodded. “Y-yeah, yeah, y-yeah.”
With a small smile, Sam lowered his head and pressed a long, slow open-mouthed kiss to the top of Ollie’s erection.
“Ohhhhh, oh, god.” A rush of some intense need throbbed deep in Ollie’s groin, and he sucked in a sharp breath and screwed his eyes shut.
“You taste... so good, Oll,” Sam murmured before he took Ollie into his mouth.
And it was more heat and a tight wetness and—and Ollie couldn’t really think anymore, everything just blurred into one big bright haze of pleasure. He moaned again, some low, deep sound in the back of his throat, and he tried to remember to breathe. Maybe he succeeded.
Sam took him in more, deeper, almost his full length, again and again and again, the pace becoming a little faster, more urgent. Every stroke felt even more intense, the coil building, throbbing, demanding its release.
And god, it was a release he so desperately wanted.
“Sam, I—oh, oh god, yessssss—”
He reached out toward his boyfriend, needing something to hold onto. Sam’s hand almost immediately gripped his, and he squeezed tightly as his climax crashed over him, wave after wave of pleasure coming in bright pulses.
The haziness surrounding him thickened until he felt Sam gather him up in his arms, peppering kisses on his cheeks and forehead and lips, punctuating every few kisses with an “I love you.” Ollie shuddered and wrapped his arms around Sam, overwhelmed by so many emotions. He couldn’t speak, and even if he could, he wasn’t sure what to say. So he just held on tightly, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Eventually, he felt Sam settle on the bed next to him, and he opened his eyes and turned his head toward his boyfriend. Sam’s expression was filled with love as he reached up with one hand to brush away Ollie’s tears. Then, Sam leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Ollie’s lips.
“That was amazing, love,” Sam murmured, and he kissed Ollie again as his fingertips grazed along the sensitive skin of Ollie’s neck. “Incredible. You’re incredible. I love you so much.”
Ollie laughed lightly and brought one hand up to cup Sam’s cheek. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?”
They kissed again, long and slow and deep. And it was as though Sam was telling him everything. Everything he’d ever wanted to hear and to feel—that he was loved and safe and home, that he would never be alone, that he had forever and always and unconditional love. Ollie turned onto his side to face Sam, and he swallowed hard as he studied his boyfriend’s eyes. It was there too, in Sam’s eyes. Love and compassion and hope and... everything.
It had always been there.
A sudden urge brought his hand low on Sam’s abdomen, and he held Sam’s gaze, watching his eyes darken as Ollie’s hand slid down further. He paused as his fingers came into contact with the waistband of Sam’s pajama pants, and he bit his lower lip, hesitating and yet wanting...
Sam’s mouth opened slightly as though to speak, but he closed his eyes and inhaled in a long, shaky breath. He then leaned in and kissed Ollie’s lips softly. “You don’t have to, love. It’s okay.”
