[ henry doesn't know why he invites sam over, actually. he's not exactly a stabilizing force, or whatever, not like blue or adam or andy or anyone else henry has been anchoring himself to since camp. then again. sam always makes time for him. he's been trustworthy. and. henry likes him enough that the thought that that might change left him in mild panic.
that's an awful development.
he considers unlocking the door so it's open by the time sam arrives before remembering he already has a key. instead, he sprawls upside down over the sofa, letting himself get dizzy and trying not to think about anything else. ]
( camp was shit. the aftermath of it was also shit. sam's still got scars from shit that happened before they were bussed back into the city, and it--pisses him off. less the marks, more that they're still there, ones that he would have healed over in moments without being shoved someplace--depowered. the bullshit that went on with fucking satan during camp.
how shit bram felt during.
but sam's opted to ignore any of that happened and pretend everything's just fucking dandy, because that's the only way he knows how to deal with crap without losing his shit. sam raps his fingers on the front door, before testing the door knob and pulling out his key when he finds it's still locked. lets himself in and leaves the key on the closest flat surface inside the door before he's toeing the door shut and locking it behind himself.
moves over to the sofa and drops himself down on the floor in front of it, head tipping back to rest against henry. )
[ henry hadn't looked up from his position, so he heard sam come in more than he saw. he can still tell that sam didn't bother taking his shoes off from the sound of his footsteps. he should probably let it go. it's been a long month. it was terrible for all of them. it's perfectly understandable that he wouldn't be thinking about a somewhat arbitrary house rule. something small that doesn't even really matter.
but it matters to henry. it's his rule. and after camp- a week of being forced into things, not even allowed to set his own schedule. after having to share his house with someone he doesn't even like. he should be allowed to have one rule.
shifting slightly, henry leans his head against sam's. and reaching kind of awkwardly behind him, he runs his fingers through sam's hair and speaks softly. but firmly. ]
Sam? Did you forget to take your goddamn shoes off in my house?
Fuck. ( hissed between teeth, because he's really comfortable right now. henry's fingers in his hair are a goddamn delight, the weight of him is nice, and sam doesn't want to fucking move just because he forgot something as stupid as taking off his shitty boots. he groans soft, leans into henry more and--presses his heels down against the floor, hoping the pressure'll be enough to slide them off. they're laced loosely, it's not that far shot.
and it does work, eventually. it takes a bit of squirming around but not enough to dislodge henry's fingers, which is the whole damn point of struggling through to begin with. the boots slide off, sam kicks them closer using a leg, then lays them down on their side right beside the couch.
figures that's out of the way enough. probably. )
My bad. ( at least he likes them well enough to actually. admit fault instead of bitching about how stupid that rule is and how they'll regret it when some giant ass monster attached their house and they need to run out in a rush but have no goddamn shoes on. )
[ henry can feel sam start wriggling long enough to get his shoes off, but he keeps his hand where it is regardless, arcing his thumb back and forth across sam's scalp. tipping is head back, he saw sam set the boots aside and he smiled. ah. that felt kind of nice.
the fact that sam was willing to do what he said without a fight or even teasing. henry wonders if it's because he actually cares or is just too annoyed to argue it. until he heard the apology.
half-sliding half-rolling off the couch, henry landed next to sam before placing a knee over each side of his legs. he knelt hovering above sam's lap. ]
Thank you.
[ raking his hands through sam's hair again, he pressed their foreheads together. ]
( he can behave himself, when he feels like it. the when he feels like it is the most important bit, because outside of this house it doesn't happen very often. but it's just himself and henry here, sam doesn't have to front and be. well. more of an asshole than he normally is. henry's fingers are nice, sam's not going to do shit that'd encourage henry to stop touching him.
and then henry's sliding down, climbing over him, running fingers through sam's hair and leaning into him. sam closes his eyes, raises a hand to press his palm against henry's jawline. a gentle touch, present but not forceful. )
It was so hard, I don't know how I managed it. But I did it, for you.
[ henry huffs in amusement. he rolls his eyes at sam's exaggeration. obstinance. he's lucky henry is fond of him, even if he couldn't say why. ]
Very good, then.
[ leaning back on his heels, henry presses his face against sam's. nosing along his cheekbone, not really kissing. but not really not kissing. this is good. this is so much better. how sam arrived when henry asked for him, like he wants to be here. actually listens to him.
sliding one of his hands down to sam's chest, henry curls his fingers and grips the fabric of sam's shirt in his fist. lifting it an inch or two. ]
( was it a booty call? that's debatable. but for argument's sake, sam'll say yes until proven otherwise. henry presses up against him, and sam's tipping his head back to try and turn his gentle nuzzling into something a little more. brushes his lips against henry's own, still just gentle surface pressure.
moves the hand that isn't pressing against henry's face to loosely wrap around his waist. )
So I guess it'd depend on what you want from me.
( not a blanket statement yes, but as close to one as sam really gets. )
[ henry smiles against sam's mouth, but doesn't go any further. not yet. maybe at one point this visit could've gone several different ways, but now it's certainly seeming like a booty call. hmm.
so that's not what he wants to hear. and he doesn't even believe it, really, that sam wouldn't do whatever he had in mind. but fair enough. henry's the only one who knows what he has in mind after all. it's not as though they've discussed it. he can can do that.
widening his knees so that his hips were pressed closer to sam's, henry curls his fingers in sam's hair- tightening his grip barely at all. he pulls away just the few inches needed to look at sam's face. ]
So what would make you say no to me? Give me an example.
( henry doesn't deny it. he smiles against sam, shifts his legs and presses even closer which. really doesn't do sam's ability to think any good, thanks. fingers tighten in his hair and he follows the pull of it, presses his head back against henry's hand.
presses his lips together as his eyes focus on the other's own. takes a moment to--contemplate that question, because fuck if he knows. right now? he'd probably say fuck it, whatever the hell henry wants, he gets. but that's also not what henry's looking for, and sam doesn't want to prompt him to repeat the question. )
I dunno. Things I'm not into. ( very hard to imagine something he wouldn't like when he's busy being hyperfocused on henry's weight on top of him. ) Like hurting you.
[ that's interesting. henry wonders if it's a condition that specific to him. him and blue, maybe. or just not during sex at all, which isn't what he expected. it doesn't matter. that's not what henry wants anyway. ]
Okay. Good.
[ leaning in again, henry kisses him for real this time. he's been so patient. amenable. henry hadn't realized how much he would like that right now, even if he was pretty aware of the effect sam tends to have on him already. he takes his time with the kiss, equal parts praise and gratitude, seeking out sam's piercing with his tongue.
his hand starts sliding up underneath sam's shirt instead. ]
( people expect sam to be rough. expect him to throw them around, to wrap his fingers around their throat, leave marks along their skin like he really means it. and he's--into roughhousing, when he's in the mood for it. likes adding a little violence into fucking when it feels right. but the trust he has in himself definitely doesn't extend to not pushing shit too far and he actually likes henry and blue, wouldn't want to hurt them. wouldn't want to chance accidentally fucking shit up even a little, even if there was a way to backtrack it.
but henry doesn't say shit in opposition and sam's shoulders loosen from tension he didn't know he was carrying in them. his head tips in, returning henry's kiss with a soft, pleased sound. purposefully drags the barbell against henry's tongue, the roof of his mouth, makes sure he feels it while henry--
starts touching him elsewhere. sam hasn't figured out where the lines are in whatever this is yet. what henry wants from him, how far he wants to push, so he just--lets henry do as he pleases, arches his back up into the touch but doesn't take what isn't offered. instead, he gently coaxes henry's hips down against his own with the arm he has wrapped around him. waits for his reaction to gauge what sam should be doing here. )
[ henry reacts by shivering in sam's hands. rocking forward and gasping lightly. his hand leaves sam's hair so that he can brace himself against the couch cushion behind them. it's already so good and warm and exactly what he needs right now, which surprises himself. he wants more. a lot more, but he still waits.
he waits, without even increasing the pace or intensity much, to see of sam will do something. ask him for something. start undressing. get bored or frustrated and take over, maybe. when he doesn't, henry is kind of delighted. he wouldn't be able to explain why, even if asked, but he smiles again. breathing out a chuckle, henry trails kisses along sam's jaw until he reaches his ear. ]
...would you fuck me? [ he nips gently at sam's earlobe, dragging his hand back down his chest until he reaches sam's waistband. slowly, he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. ] Would you let me fuck you?
[ they're not exactly suggestions, not yet. just more questions while henry figures out exactly what he wants and makes a plan. ]
( he waits, even though the waiting bit is killing him. sam's an impatient asshole, likes to rush headfirst into crap, push boundaries, see how far he can press before it's pushing too far but it's--different with henry also. henry's going slow, henry doesn't up his own pace, just smiles. laughs soft, moves against sam with leisure, like he's got all the time in the fucking world.
and maybe he does. maybe there isn't a need to rush. maybe the heavy beat of sam's heart and his half-hard cock just need to chill out a minute, go with the flow. so he tries his damned best. manages it, even while henry's fingers move down, pull his pants loose.
realizes he's not going to make it much further though, so, )
I can fuck you, you can fuck me. We can stay here in the floor like this and jack each other off, if you want. Or you can get up on the edge of the couch, and I'll let you fuck my mouth. Hell, I'll eat you out if you want. But you kinda seem like you've got some plan goin' in that head of yours and I'd kinda like to be let in on it, so I don't pull shit I'm not supposed to.
( his earlobes are flushed red. not the rest of them, just those, but it's enough to show that henry's definitely getting to him. )
[ oh holy shit. henry moans into sam's ear, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles blanch white. he wouldn't be able to untangle which part of that he enjoyed the most even if he really tried. if he was slightly more responsible, he should probably pause. find out what sam thinks he's not supposed to do and what would happen if he does it.
but he suspects sam is worried about a repeat of what happened at camp, and henry doesn't want to think about that right now. he wants to focus on pulling sam's cock out of his jeans and maybe a little bit on how it feels to have sam deferring to him.
he isn't going as slowly now that he's not testing- ah. is testing him what henry had been doing? yeah, it seems that way. hopefully that's not a problem. or at least henry stroking him with definite intention, crossing his thumb over the tip, will make up for it.
and sam is right, he might definitely have a plan. especially after hearing how impatient sam is getting. ]
If I fuck you... do you think you could wait to finish until you fuck me after?
[ now this is more suggestion than question, for sure. ]
( how the fuck does henry expect sam to last that long when he's moaning into his ear like that? when he's--wrapping fingers around sam, stroking him while he asks sam if he can manage it. jesus fuck. not coming has never been a goal he's needed to accomplish, sam's got a stupid short refractory period so even if he's accidentally finished earlier than intended, he's been able to--get it back up without issue to keep on going.
but he's got a feeling that's not what henry cares about. it's about the control or something, the ability to hold a goddamn orgasm over someone else's head. to make them wait for it, while he gets what he wants first. )
Maybe? ( tongue licking across his lips, sam slips a hand up the back of henry's shirt, just for some skin-on-skin contact. his hips rotate up, press into henry's hand even as sam's-- ) If you want me to last that long, you might not wanna touch me this early. Like I'll try but holy fuck, Henry.
( voice more breathy than anything else, as sam leans in a little to try and steal a kiss. )
[ maybe isn't a yes, which just means henry will have to try harder, but that's fair enough. pulling his hand back, he rests it on sam's knee instead. it's hard for him not to get distracted with sam's hand on his skin and leaning into another kiss.
somehow they still have all their clothes on, which seems wrong. or hotter?? no, that won't work. breaking the kiss, henry sits back slightly, putting some space between them while he tries to catch his breath and figure out where to go from here. probably the bedroom, but part of him likes the idea of staying right here where they have as much space as they want. leaning back onto his palm, out of reach, henry trails his other hand down his chest and stomach before touching himself and biting his lip.
it's very difficult to think about logistics with a hot guy under him. willing to do almost anything he wants. fuck it. he leans in for another kiss. ]
I want these off- [ he asks between kisses, curling his fingers under the waistband of sam's jeans, but not pulling them down. instead, he gives sam a little space to do it on his own and reaches for the side table drawer. ] Then- turn around for me?
( henry hasn't told sam he isn't allowed to touch, to push for more, but this still feels like--he's trying to figure something out, and sam's all for supporting whatever adventure henry's decided he needs to go on to figure shit out for. which means no taking initiative when he sees henry start touching himself no matter how much sam wants to shove him over and take his cock in his mouth.
but not being able to lean forward and suck him off doesn't mean sam can't stare at henry's cock while his mouth fucking waters watching his fingers move over himself. enough that sam's completely fucking distracted by henry, by his fingers, his face, the way he responds to his own touches that when henry leans in and kisses him again, he has to--remember where he's at.
moans soft against henry's lips, but immediately upon being given a directive, sam's shifting to follow it. he raises his hips off the floor, tugs his pants down enough that he can shimmy out of them. waits, until henry moves towards the drawer to kick them all the way off and--turn himself around. keeps himself up on his knees and leans forward, so his chest is pressed against the couch seat. )
This okay? ( how does henry want him? what's his plan, is this alright? )
henry doesn't feel too bad about freezing in place for a second when sam follows his directive instantly. or taking another second to remember how to breathe. not now that they've established that patience is part of it. it shouldn't still surprise him that sam is so willing, he hasn't refused henry anything so far. maybe surprised isn't the right word.
also he asked henry a question. actually asked. if he did the right thing. jesus.
running his fingers through sam's hair again, henry presses several kisses to the back of his neck and down his shoulder, speaking between them. ]
Yes. Perfect. Exactly as I wanted.
[ henry tries to keep his voice as steady as possible. if he's going to ask for control until further notice, it's best that he actually remains in control. from his position half behind, half to the side of where sam is kneeling, he finishes retrieving the lube and whatever else. he slides his hand over the curve of sam's ass, gripping slightly before letting go to slick his fingers. leaning forward again, he rests his forehead against sam's shoulder while teasing circles and mild pressure against his hole.
it would be so easy to slip his finger inside, henry thinks as his cock presses against sam's hip. but that's the thing, it would be too easy. lips quirking into a half smile against his skin, henry breathes out another question. ]
Good?
[ he wants to check in, of course, make sure sam is still okay. enjoying himself. but perhaps he also wants to see how eager he can make him. ]
( 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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[ henry doesn't know why he invites sam over, actually. he's not exactly a stabilizing force, or whatever, not like blue or adam or andy or anyone else henry has been anchoring himself to since camp. then again. sam always makes time for him. he's been trustworthy. and. henry likes him enough that the thought that that might change left him in mild panic.
that's an awful development.
he considers unlocking the door so it's open by the time sam arrives before remembering he already has a key. instead, he sprawls upside down over the sofa, letting himself get dizzy and trying not to think about anything else. ]
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how shit bram felt during.
but sam's opted to ignore any of that happened and pretend everything's just fucking dandy, because that's the only way he knows how to deal with crap without losing his shit. sam raps his fingers on the front door, before testing the door knob and pulling out his key when he finds it's still locked. lets himself in and leaves the key on the closest flat surface inside the door before he's toeing the door shut and locking it behind himself.
moves over to the sofa and drops himself down on the floor in front of it, head tipping back to rest against henry. )
Hey.
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[ henry hadn't looked up from his position, so he heard sam come in more than he saw. he can still tell that sam didn't bother taking his shoes off from the sound of his footsteps. he should probably let it go. it's been a long month. it was terrible for all of them. it's perfectly understandable that he wouldn't be thinking about a somewhat arbitrary house rule. something small that doesn't even really matter.
but it matters to henry. it's his rule. and after camp- a week of being forced into things, not even allowed to set his own schedule. after having to share his house with someone he doesn't even like. he should be allowed to have one rule.
shifting slightly, henry leans his head against sam's. and reaching kind of awkwardly behind him, he runs his fingers through sam's hair and speaks softly. but firmly. ]
Sam? Did you forget to take your goddamn shoes off in my house?
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and it does work, eventually. it takes a bit of squirming around but not enough to dislodge henry's fingers, which is the whole damn point of struggling through to begin with. the boots slide off, sam kicks them closer using a leg, then lays them down on their side right beside the couch.
figures that's out of the way enough. probably. )
My bad. ( at least he likes them well enough to actually. admit fault instead of bitching about how stupid that rule is and how they'll regret it when some giant ass monster attached their house and they need to run out in a rush but have no goddamn shoes on. )
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the fact that sam was willing to do what he said without a fight or even teasing. henry wonders if it's because he actually cares or is just too annoyed to argue it. until he heard the apology.
half-sliding half-rolling off the couch, henry landed next to sam before placing a knee over each side of his legs. he knelt hovering above sam's lap. ]
Thank you.
[ raking his hands through sam's hair again, he pressed their foreheads together. ]
That wasn't so hard, right?
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and then henry's sliding down, climbing over him, running fingers through sam's hair and leaning into him. sam closes his eyes, raises a hand to press his palm against henry's jawline. a gentle touch, present but not forceful. )
It was so hard, I don't know how I managed it. But I did it, for you.
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Very good, then.
[ leaning back on his heels, henry presses his face against sam's. nosing along his cheekbone, not really kissing. but not really not kissing. this is good. this is so much better. how sam arrived when henry asked for him, like he wants to be here. actually listens to him.
sliding one of his hands down to sam's chest, henry curls his fingers and grips the fabric of sam's shirt in his fist. lifting it an inch or two. ]
Would you do something else for me?
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( was it a booty call? that's debatable. but for argument's sake, sam'll say yes until proven otherwise. henry presses up against him, and sam's tipping his head back to try and turn his gentle nuzzling into something a little more. brushes his lips against henry's own, still just gentle surface pressure.
moves the hand that isn't pressing against henry's face to loosely wrap around his waist. )
So I guess it'd depend on what you want from me.
( not a blanket statement yes, but as close to one as sam really gets. )
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so that's not what he wants to hear. and he doesn't even believe it, really, that sam wouldn't do whatever he had in mind. but fair enough. henry's the only one who knows what he has in mind after all. it's not as though they've discussed it. he can can do that.
widening his knees so that his hips were pressed closer to sam's, henry curls his fingers in sam's hair- tightening his grip barely at all. he pulls away just the few inches needed to look at sam's face. ]
So what would make you say no to me? Give me an example.
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presses his lips together as his eyes focus on the other's own. takes a moment to--contemplate that question, because fuck if he knows. right now? he'd probably say fuck it, whatever the hell henry wants, he gets. but that's also not what henry's looking for, and sam doesn't want to prompt him to repeat the question. )
I dunno. Things I'm not into. ( very hard to imagine something he wouldn't like when he's busy being hyperfocused on henry's weight on top of him. ) Like hurting you.
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Okay. Good.
[ leaning in again, henry kisses him for real this time. he's been so patient. amenable. henry hadn't realized how much he would like that right now, even if he was pretty aware of the effect sam tends to have on him already. he takes his time with the kiss, equal parts praise and gratitude, seeking out sam's piercing with his tongue.
his hand starts sliding up underneath sam's shirt instead. ]
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but henry doesn't say shit in opposition and sam's shoulders loosen from tension he didn't know he was carrying in them. his head tips in, returning henry's kiss with a soft, pleased sound. purposefully drags the barbell against henry's tongue, the roof of his mouth, makes sure he feels it while henry--
starts touching him elsewhere. sam hasn't figured out where the lines are in whatever this is yet. what henry wants from him, how far he wants to push, so he just--lets henry do as he pleases, arches his back up into the touch but doesn't take what isn't offered. instead, he gently coaxes henry's hips down against his own with the arm he has wrapped around him. waits for his reaction to gauge what sam should be doing here. )
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he waits, without even increasing the pace or intensity much, to see of sam will do something. ask him for something. start undressing. get bored or frustrated and take over, maybe. when he doesn't, henry is kind of delighted. he wouldn't be able to explain why, even if asked, but he smiles again. breathing out a chuckle, henry trails kisses along sam's jaw until he reaches his ear. ]
...would you fuck me? [ he nips gently at sam's earlobe, dragging his hand back down his chest until he reaches sam's waistband. slowly, he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. ] Would you let me fuck you?
[ they're not exactly suggestions, not yet. just more questions while henry figures out exactly what he wants and makes a plan. ]
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and maybe he does. maybe there isn't a need to rush. maybe the heavy beat of sam's heart and his half-hard cock just need to chill out a minute, go with the flow. so he tries his damned best. manages it, even while henry's fingers move down, pull his pants loose.
realizes he's not going to make it much further though, so, )
I can fuck you, you can fuck me. We can stay here in the floor like this and jack each other off, if you want. Or you can get up on the edge of the couch, and I'll let you fuck my mouth. Hell, I'll eat you out if you want. But you kinda seem like you've got some plan goin' in that head of yours and I'd kinda like to be let in on it, so I don't pull shit I'm not supposed to.
( his earlobes are flushed red. not the rest of them, just those, but it's enough to show that henry's definitely getting to him. )
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but he suspects sam is worried about a repeat of what happened at camp, and henry doesn't want to think about that right now. he wants to focus on pulling sam's cock out of his jeans and maybe a little bit on how it feels to have sam deferring to him.
he isn't going as slowly now that he's not testing- ah. is testing him what henry had been doing? yeah, it seems that way. hopefully that's not a problem. or at least henry stroking him with definite intention, crossing his thumb over the tip, will make up for it.
and sam is right, he might definitely have a plan. especially after hearing how impatient sam is getting. ]
If I fuck you... do you think you could wait to finish until you fuck me after?
[ now this is more suggestion than question, for sure. ]
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but he's got a feeling that's not what henry cares about. it's about the control or something, the ability to hold a goddamn orgasm over someone else's head. to make them wait for it, while he gets what he wants first. )
Maybe? ( tongue licking across his lips, sam slips a hand up the back of henry's shirt, just for some skin-on-skin contact. his hips rotate up, press into henry's hand even as sam's-- ) If you want me to last that long, you might not wanna touch me this early. Like I'll try but holy fuck, Henry.
( voice more breathy than anything else, as sam leans in a little to try and steal a kiss. )
You're drivin' me nuts.
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somehow they still have all their clothes on, which seems wrong. or hotter?? no, that won't work. breaking the kiss, henry sits back slightly, putting some space between them while he tries to catch his breath and figure out where to go from here. probably the bedroom, but part of him likes the idea of staying right here where they have as much space as they want. leaning back onto his palm, out of reach, henry trails his other hand down his chest and stomach before touching himself and biting his lip.
it's very difficult to think about logistics with a hot guy under him. willing to do almost anything he wants. fuck it. he leans in for another kiss. ]
I want these off- [ he asks between kisses, curling his fingers under the waistband of sam's jeans, but not pulling them down. instead, he gives sam a little space to do it on his own and reaches for the side table drawer. ] Then- turn around for me?
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but not being able to lean forward and suck him off doesn't mean sam can't stare at henry's cock while his mouth fucking waters watching his fingers move over himself. enough that sam's completely fucking distracted by henry, by his fingers, his face, the way he responds to his own touches that when henry leans in and kisses him again, he has to--remember where he's at.
moans soft against henry's lips, but immediately upon being given a directive, sam's shifting to follow it. he raises his hips off the floor, tugs his pants down enough that he can shimmy out of them. waits, until henry moves towards the drawer to kick them all the way off and--turn himself around. keeps himself up on his knees and leans forward, so his chest is pressed against the couch seat. )
This okay? ( how does henry want him? what's his plan, is this alright? )
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henry doesn't feel too bad about freezing in place for a second when sam follows his directive instantly. or taking another second to remember how to breathe. not now that they've established that patience is part of it. it shouldn't still surprise him that sam is so willing, he hasn't refused henry anything so far. maybe surprised isn't the right word.
also he asked henry a question. actually asked. if he did the right thing. jesus.
running his fingers through sam's hair again, henry presses several kisses to the back of his neck and down his shoulder, speaking between them. ]
Yes. Perfect. Exactly as I wanted.
[ henry tries to keep his voice as steady as possible. if he's going to ask for control until further notice, it's best that he actually remains in control. from his position half behind, half to the side of where sam is kneeling, he finishes retrieving the lube and whatever else. he slides his hand over the curve of sam's ass, gripping slightly before letting go to slick his fingers. leaning forward again, he rests his forehead against sam's shoulder while teasing circles and mild pressure against his hole.
it would be so easy to slip his finger inside, henry thinks as his cock presses against sam's hip. but that's the thing, it would be too easy. lips quirking into a half smile against his skin, henry breathes out another question. ]
Good?
[ he wants to check in, of course, make sure sam is still okay. enjoying himself. but perhaps he also wants to see how eager he can make him. ]
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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. )