[ There is a part of Sam that feels almost guilty, that he's waited this long. Waited until after Kavinsky'd started to respect his boundaries, after he'd accepted that this was something that was never gonna be. It's not like Sam had planned on it, it's not like he'd been serious when he murmured for Kavinsky to check back with him in five years, but here they are anyway.
Even now Kavinsky's trying briefly to be decent, trying to be good. Oh, he was so good, and Sam really does appreciate that.
Their conversation so long ago takes on a new meaning, now, with Kavinsky's dick pressed against his thigh and a pebbled nipple firm under his fingers.
Prayer or command - Sam'd answer either one the same, really. His mouth crashes down against Kavinsky's in a kiss, a hell of a lot different from the first time he kissed the guy all those years ago. There's no easing him into it - he barrels right in, tongue plunging into his mouth as he presses Kavinsky against the balcony until he's arching back over it, just a little. ]
(You've been so good for me, baby, haven't you?) [ Warmth curls out across their connection, teasing, like the brush of feathers over naked skin. He sucks lightly on Kavinsky's lower lip, following it up by pulling it in between his teeth. ] (Shoulda shown you my appreciation a long time ago.)
[ He doesn't break the kiss, but he does pull one hand out of Kavinsky's shirt to curl around the back of his neck, thumb resting in the hollow of his throat, as the other trails down the kid's stomach until his knuckles just barely brush the base of his cock. ]
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Even now Kavinsky's trying briefly to be decent, trying to be good. Oh, he was so good, and Sam really does appreciate that.
Their conversation so long ago takes on a new meaning, now, with Kavinsky's dick pressed against his thigh and a pebbled nipple firm under his fingers.
Prayer or command - Sam'd answer either one the same, really. His mouth crashes down against Kavinsky's in a kiss, a hell of a lot different from the first time he kissed the guy all those years ago. There's no easing him into it - he barrels right in, tongue plunging into his mouth as he presses Kavinsky against the balcony until he's arching back over it, just a little. ]
( You've been so good for me, baby, haven't you? ) [ Warmth curls out across their connection, teasing, like the brush of feathers over naked skin. He sucks lightly on Kavinsky's lower lip, following it up by pulling it in between his teeth. ] ( Shoulda shown you my appreciation a long time ago. )
[ He doesn't break the kiss, but he does pull one hand out of Kavinsky's shirt to curl around the back of his neck, thumb resting in the hollow of his throat, as the other trails down the kid's stomach until his knuckles just barely brush the base of his cock. ]