And Lucas? He’ll beg so prettily for him. Sam will make sure of it.
He pours more lube between his first two fingers, using his thumb to make sure they’re well coated. Lucas opens up easily to the first finger, but the second finger takes a little more patience, a little more coaxing.
More lube, and Lucas’s hole is positively dripping. It makes the slide easier, and Sam’s fingers squelch with friction.
Once he’s worked the hole looser with both fingers down to the knuckle, he scissors them, stretching the ring of tight muscle.
Lucas’s whole body rocks with the motion, keening, and he humps against the circular pillow that props his hips up.
That won’t do. Sam wants him hard, leaking, andachingfor the main event.
Sam’s dry hand slides from holding Lucas’s ass spread open, up and over to his hip bone, immobilizing it with a solid grip. Lucas takes the hint, holding himself still while Sam scissors him open.
When it’s time to add a third, Sam’s hand returns to the cheek, spreading Lucas open again for him. God, what a view. He’s not as hairy as Sam expected, but that just makes it easier to watch his hole.
He works a third finger in, and Lucas eagerly takes it. There’s movement again—Lucas grinding up against the pillow—and Sam’s first instinct is to slap his cheek. Not too roughly, but there’s a sting in his palm that says they really should’ve discussed kinks ahead of time.
Lucas lets out a deep moan, arching his back impossibly further. His leaking dick hovers right above the pillow as he juts his bottom half higher.
A red handprint blooms against the pale skin of his cheek, and Sam massages it before plying him open again. He stretches the hole to three fingers, then four, just to be safe.
Once Lucas seems sufficiently loosened, Sam retrieves his hand and rips open a condom wrapper.
Lucas mewls into the mattress, his ass wiggling back and forth, begging for him. Sam shushes lowly, hopefully in a reassuring way, as he rolls a condom on and pours a generous amount of lube.
Everyone likes a good girthy cock, and Sam aims to please.
He pumps himself twice before lining up. Lucas’s entrance looks so small in comparison, and Sam can’t help but tease him a little bit. He presses his tip up to the hole, like he’s about to enter, before pulling his cock up and letting it fall with a wet smack along his crease.
Lucas lets out an annoyed groan. That’s a shame—he usually loves Sam’s boyish antics.
He thrusts his length along Lucas’s crack, catching the head on his hole with every pass, taunting him. The area is soaked with lube before he finally focuses, lines himself up, and pushes in.
Even with just the tip, Lucas whimpers like he’s already bursting full. He just might be—despite all of the preparation, his hole is still a vice grip around Sam’s cock.
He rubs the base of Lucas’s spine, encouraging the smaller man to relax enough for him to push a little further, a little deeper into his heat.
Push, wait, push, wait. He feeds his cock to his teammate slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed in that tight, wet grip.
Bottomed out, Sam rumbles out a deep,satisfiedgroan. He lets his head hang forward as he takes a breath and waits.
Lucas throbs around him, his insides tensing as he adjusts tothe intrusion. Sam is sucked in, pulled by the vacuum, by the undulating muscles.
If Lucas wants to swallow him whole, Sam just might let him.
Both of his hands rest on hips in front of him, ready to move as soon as he’s given permission to. He’s antsy, his limbs shaking with anticipation, but Sam keeps his focus on the grip around his cock.
When Lucas wiggles his hips, giving him the go-ahead, Sam pulls out slowly—just a bit—before burying himself deep inside again.
There’s a choked gasp, but Sam doesn’t let up. His hands tighten around Lucas’s middle, stabilizing himself, as he pulls out further and slams back home again.
Lucas’s asspulsatesaround Sam’s cock. The tight ring of muscle milks him with every thrust, squeezing along the entire length of his rod as Sam picks up the pace, thrusting faster and shallower into the wet heat.
Lucas whines a string of words that are definitely not English. He sometimes switches to German without realizing it, but Sam never expected it to be so hot. The foreign sound only spurs him on more.
Grunts and slaps of skin join the chorus as Sam’s thighs smack against Lucas again and again. He’s so close, but he needs to hold out, needs to make it good, needs to prove he’s?—
Lucas’s hand dives down between his hips and the pillow, aiming for his own cock, but Sam is quicker. He grabs the smaller man by the arm and hoists his body upright, flush against his chest.
