( henry can take his time. it feels fucking weird to just be--kneeling here like this, hands pressed to couch cushions and ass out but it's fine. it's henry, who for some fucking reason sam does actually trust not to fuck him over. it's henry's fingers pressing through his hair, his lips moving down his neck, his shoulders, and it all feels good. sam hums soft when henry speaks, closes his eyes as he lets the tension bleed out from his shoulders.
might have been better to prep henry first, if sam's going to fuck him after this. but then again, maybe the downtime in the middle'll give sam's dick the reprieve it needs to be able to handle holding off on coming long enough to fuck henry through an orgasm, too. jesus fucking christ, how does he let himself get into shit like this?
not that he's complaining, because henry's pressing his fingers up against him and sam's shifting his weight onto his knees and rolling down against them, trying to coax henry to press into him. )
If it wasn't good, you'd be hearing me bitch about it a crapton more than I am.
( eyes open again, head tipping back so he can look to henry. grins, all teeth and snark before sam's wiggling his brows. )
C'mon, Henry. You gonna fuck me or what? Do you want me to open myself up instead? You wanna watch me fuck myself with my fingers? Or are you gonna get a move on?
( impatient, but henry already knew that. they're pushing at the limit of sam's tolerance for waiting, but he's not doing shit aside from running his mouth. well. yet. )
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might have been better to prep henry first, if sam's going to fuck him after this. but then again, maybe the downtime in the middle'll give sam's dick the reprieve it needs to be able to handle holding off on coming long enough to fuck henry through an orgasm, too. jesus fucking christ, how does he let himself get into shit like this?
not that he's complaining, because henry's pressing his fingers up against him and sam's shifting his weight onto his knees and rolling down against them, trying to coax henry to press into him. )
If it wasn't good, you'd be hearing me bitch about it a crapton more than I am.
( eyes open again, head tipping back so he can look to henry. grins, all teeth and snark before sam's wiggling his brows. )
C'mon, Henry. You gonna fuck me or what? Do you want me to open myself up instead? You wanna watch me fuck myself with my fingers? Or are you gonna get a move on?
( impatient, but henry already knew that. they're pushing at the limit of sam's tolerance for waiting, but he's not doing shit aside from running his mouth. well. yet. )