Harris hissed. “Fuck, Sam.”
“Yes, that.” Sam squeezed, running his fingers over Harris’ balls. They were heavy in his hand, sliding beneath his skin.
Harris growled. Grabbed Sam’s shoulder and pinned him to the bed, leaning over him. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I’m asking you to fuck me, Harris.”
Harris breathed out, a slow, shaky breath. Musk coiled faintly from his skin. In the shadows of the room, he was a large shape above Sam, broad and powerful. Sam’s mouth went dry.
“Take your hands off me, please,” he whispered.
Harris set his hands by Sam’s shoulders. Sam leaned up, nosing at Harris’ face until his lips caught against Harris’. Harris froze. Then he growled, sliding his mouth against Sam, nipping at Sam’s lower lip in that same, careful way he’d done the very first time.
Sam opened for him. Licked at Harris’ lips. Harris pressed their mouths together, and his kiss burned, like a matchstick flame exploding into a roaring blaze.
Heat rushed between Sam’s legs. Harris rumbled, sweeping his tongue into Sam’s mouth, a hungry force inside Sam, tasting him. Sam moaned. Wound his fingers into Harris’ hair, dragging him back down to the bed.
If Valen were here, would he watch? Or would he join in? Or maybe he couldn’t, because he was still in the hospital and—
“Please,” Sam whispered against Harris’ lips. “Make me stop thinking.”
Harris released a shuddering breath. He slowed his kiss, tangled his tongue with Sam’s, and Sam squirmed. He knew what Harris could be like. Harris had been careful with him, but Sam had heard Harris throw Valen against the bed.
Instead of roughness, Harris slipped his hand up Sam’s shirt, his callused palm dragging up his belly to his chest. Harris found Sam’s nipple, brushed his thumb over it. Pleasure whispered into his skin.
“You like that?” Harris whispered.
“Yeah.” Sam spread his legs, an invitation. Musk rolled from Harris in a wave. The scent of it went straight down to Sam’s cock, made him hard.
Harris knelt over him, trailed kisses down Sam’s jaw. Sucked lightly on his throat, then his scent gland. A jolt shot through Sam’s body, made him jerk. “Harris—”
“Shh.” Harris dragged his teeth over the sensitive skin. He bit lightly into it, the sharp points of his teeth dragging over Sam’s nipple. Sam’s breath punched out of his throat. He arched against Harris, his jeans too tight, his mind blank, filled by Harris, and that musk-and-oak scent.
After weeks of light touches on his waist, his back, Sam needed more from Harris.
He took Harris’ hand, brought it down between his legs. Harris squeezed along the length of Sam’s cock, a light pressure through his jeans. Then he ground the heel of his palm into Sam, and pleasure razed through Sam’s body. A moan ripped from his throat.
“More?” Harris growled. He shoved Sam’s shirt up, sniffing up his chest. Took Sam’s nipple into his hot mouth, and sucked.
Sam panted, reaching for his pants. Needed Harris next to his skin.
“I’ll do it.” Harris yanked Sam’s pants open, hooked his fingers into Sam’s clothes. Dragged Sam’s jeans and briefs down his legs, and tossed them onto the floor. Cool air brushed over Sam’s bare skin.
Sam squirmed, feeling so very naked. Then he shrugged out of his shirt, too, and spread his legs. Pulled his ass open, so Harris could smell the musk of his slick.
“Fuck,” Harris whispered, his breathing ragged. He squeezed Sam’s thighs, rubbed his thumbs into Sam’s muscles, and pinned his legs open. Sam gasped. “This what you want?”
“Yes,” Sam hissed, squirming. He was naked with Harris. He trusted Harris, and his cock strained upward, needing touch.
Harris licked down Sam’s chest, soft, damp touches of his tongue. Then he paused at Sam’s belly, pressing kisses to it. Sam held his breath. And Harris licked the rest of the way down Sam’s belly, to his cock.
“Valen mentioned your foreskin,” Harris said.
Sam blushed. His foreskin? What had Valen told Harris about Sam? Then Harris licked over Sam’s tip, pushing his tongue under Sam’s foreskin, and Sam’s breath shuddered out of him. Oh.
Slowly, Harris swirled his tongue around Sam’s tip, sucked lightly on him. Then he took Sam in his hand, slid his skin down, and took Sam into his mouth, his lips sliding down Sam’s sensitive skin. Sam jerked, bliss sparking down his nerves.
Then Harris slid off, sniffed down Sam’s cock, to his balls. Nuzzled him there, then under his sac, right by his taint.
Sam’s face grew hot. He hadn’t intended for Harris to smell him. Harris blew on his skin, all hot air, and Sam squirmed, his hole squeezing. Harris was so close to being inside him.
But all Harris did was lick over his sac, taking one ball into his mouth, then the other. He flicked his tongue over Sam’s balls, then leaned back, letting them slide out of his mouth. Sam groaned. This was, perhaps, too intimate. And Harris’ thumbs were right next to Sam’s hole, stroking his skin.
Harris nudged Sam’s hole with his fingertip, made his balls pull up tight.
“Gods, Harris,” Sam gasped. Harris kissed his inner thigh, sinking his teeth lightly into Sam’s ass, right next to Sam’s hole. As though he might devour Sam.
After all the times Valen had spread Sam open in front of Harris, Harris was finally touching him. And Sam felt as though he might explode any moment.
Harris spread Sam’s cheeks with his thumbs, licking a circle around his hole.
Sam groaned, squirming. He wanted Harris closer, wanted Harris spreading him, sinking inside. Filling him with seed. “H-Harris—”
Harris set his heavy hands on Sam’s thighs, pressed them open against the bed. Then he lowered his mouth back to Sam’s cock, kissed down the underside of it. Sam panted. He couldn’t move, couldn’t close his legs.
Then Harris took Sam back into his mouth. It felt as though Sam was pushing into a hot, wet crevice. Harris sucked. Pleasure seared down Sam’s nerves, made him throb. He
