He couldn't help the sounds. Everything had him turned on hotter and hotter. The pressure of the ring around his aching cock, the toy buried inside him, the taste and weight of Sam's cock against his tongue. His hips rocked against the sleeping bag beneath him, even though it wouldn't do him any good. He couldn't stay still.

His eyes fixed on Sam's again, amused and so damn turned on. There were worse things to be called.