There's too much sensation, too little time. Just you and me. That's exactly how they are now, in this moment. Just you and me. That's all there is. That's all there can be, when Sam's working his - Blue - between Puck's thighs, deep inside him. That's all there can be, when first his hands and then his mouth are wrapped tight around his cock, making him shiver and moan, arching his back and pushing his length harder against Sam.
Just you and me.
The callused pad of Sam's thumb slides over his slit; he inhales sharply, the sound slipping through his lips, and a shaky moan follows. "Sam," he breathes, his voice barely audible. His eyes open, glassy and disoriented. Just you and me. That's all it is right now. That's all it can be. And in their house, that's what it's all about. Sam does it again, the rough skin sliding over his taut dripping tip; his hips twist, Blue still deep inside him, deep and buzzing. He thrusts forward, cock jumping before he spurts in milky ribbons over Sam's hands, his abdomen, Sam's forearm, everything. With a few last feeble twitches, his eyes close, and he slumps against the mattress with shallow breaths.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-19 05:28 am (UTC)Just you and me.
The callused pad of Sam's thumb slides over his slit; he inhales sharply, the sound slipping through his lips, and a shaky moan follows. "Sam," he breathes, his voice barely audible. His eyes open, glassy and disoriented. Just you and me. That's all it is right now. That's all it can be. And in their house, that's what it's all about. Sam does it again, the rough skin sliding over his taut dripping tip; his hips twist, Blue still deep inside him, deep and buzzing. He thrusts forward, cock jumping before he spurts in milky ribbons over Sam's hands, his abdomen, Sam's forearm, everything. With a few last feeble twitches, his eyes close, and he slumps against the mattress with shallow breaths.