Good, Sammy. Don't stop. [He kept moving, slight motions that pushed him into Sam's fingers a little more firmly. Waiting, even though he knew it was necessary, was so damn hard. He wanted to watch Sam's face when he was coming undone.]

[His hand tangled in Sam's hair, following his path over his neck and chest. He felt like he was drowning, in such nice ways.] Gimmie more.