[ A small nod, and then Sam allows himself to just feel this. To enjoy having Steve this close. Warm and pleasantly heavy on top of Sam, skin to skin, filling him. They've been so close for years, and maybe this was always were things were going to end up with them. A long time of allowing the depths of their friendship and affection to deepen until they could slot into place like this.
A few moments pass of them just holding one another, feeling what it's like to be this close physically and emotionally. To enjoy holding and being held.
Sam gets why Steve called it making love, honestly he does. And after a few moments of just enjoying the feeling, he finally nods. ]
[ Steve kisses him before he pushes himself up on his arms. He holds Sam by the hip to keep him steady. Steve's first thrust is slow, careful, very aware of how tight Sam is right now. How he grips Steve cock. It feels incredible.
His next thrust he's starting to chase the pleasure. More importantly to Steve he wants to give pleasure and make Sam feel good. The next thrust is harder. He's still watching Sam closely to make sure it's good but it's damn good to Steve. ]
[ The drag is almost but not quite uncomfortable at first. Just his body getting used to it again, learning how to open to a man making love to him. The slow and careful pace is much appreciated. The second thrust already feels better, and when Steve goes just a touch harder on the third, Sam moans for it. He arches his back a little, angles his hips. Takes the deep strokes into his body like that until he manages to help Steve get the angle just right. Sees stars, squeezes his eyes shut. ]
Right there...
[ And it becomes so easy, then, to meet Steve's thrusts, body tight only in the good ways. His dark skin gleaming in the hotel room's dim light, eyes dark with love and lust alike. Sam's legs easily locked around Steve's hips, taking him, letting Steve chase and give pleasure so beautifully. ]
[ All those years alone. All the guilt. The whole damn world failed. It fades away. The only thing Steve can feel, can think about, is Sam wrapped around him. As he settles into a firm, steady rhythm to make love to him, Steve feels nothing but peace and comfort from being with Sam again.
He presses his hand on Sam's hip, pets his fingers across it for a moment as he gazes down at him. Steve knows what the heavy warmth in his chest means. He knows how he feels. He's also is not going to say it in the middle of sex. After. He'll save it for after. ]
[ It feels shockingly easy to fall into this. To feel Steve moving inside of him, to rock back onto him, sharing in each other's bodies. And Sam, likewise, feels the emotion rise through his chest and into his throat. He has to swallow it down, but kisses those unspoken words onto Steve's lip, open-mouthed and breathless. There is no doubt about how good this feels for him. Sam makes sure Steve understands just how good it all feels.
His hand snakes down between their bodies, Sam grasping his own cock. He feels like he could cum from just having Steve in him, but he's not sure, and he wants to fall over the edge alongside Steve. Just like they fell for one another in lock-step, too. ]
[ Steve makes a small sound of wonder and surprise when Sam touches himself. Okay, he kinda really likes how that looks. How much it means Sam wants him and how good it feels for him to do that. ]
God, Sam... [ He kisses Sam just to somehow get his feelings across.
And then he gets a little lost in the pleasure of it all. Steve grips Sam's hip tighter the closer he gets until it's a little bruising. He buries himself deep as he can inside Sam and comes with a deep moan, biting his lower lip after a second.
As he basks in the feeling he rests his forehead against Sam's to catch his breath. ]
[ Steve gets nothing but encouragement as he loses himself in it. Praise for how good it feels, small moaned 'just like that' interspersed with nothing but sounds of pleasure. Sam loves the strong grip, loves how deep Steve hilts himself as he cums, punching an orgasm out of Sam in turn.
For a while, there's nothing but the sound of their laboured breathing as they hold one another, hands petting over warm skin as they bask together and come down from the high together.
Sam smiles, kissing the shape of it onto Steve's lips. ]
[ It's awhile before Steve draws away. He would love to stay right close to Sam but now they're both sweaty and stick and he's an old fashioned gentleman. ]
I'll be right back. [ He makes the promise with a kiss before he slides out of bed and goes to the bathroom for a damp washcloth.
When he comes back to Sam he's gentle and tender with cleaning him up. It's like he's savoring taking care of him as much as he savored making love with him. ]
[ Sam takes deep breaths while Steve briefly leaves to get a washcloth, just trying to come back into his body. He knew it would be mindblowing just simply on account of how long it'd been, but more than that it takes some effort to stay relaxed now. Because Steve is right that if he gives Sam the space to do so, Sam will give and not allow to be given much in return. It takes effort to relax and let Steve take care of him.
Made easier by the expression in those bright blue eyes while Steve gently cleans him. Sam relaxes by just watching Steve's face. The pink dusting his cheeks, the way his hair is slightly dissheveled because Sam hadn't been able to stop touching it. The way he radiates contentment while cleaning Sam up. No, not just that - while taking care of Sam. ]
[ Steve leans over and kisses Sam lightly to answer his question. ]
Feel great. [ He rests his forehead against Sam's for a few breaths before finishing his clean up. As much as he wants to stay right where he is, he does get up and put the washcloth in the bathroom sink.
Now nothing will distract him from crawling back into bed with Sam and wrapping him up in his arms. He holds him close and nuzzles against his hair. ]
I am exactly where I want to be. The only place I want to be. [ Responsibilities and the rest of the world can wait until tomorrow. Steve is putting it aside for this moment and this man. ]
[ Sam presses close, arms around Steve to make sure they're entwined. Lets Steve hold him, and holds him back. Feels good like this. Like there's nothing in the world beyond this bed and the way they fit together. Like just for this moment at least, nothing needs to exist past what they share, allowing them to just bask in it.
And perhaps Sam tucks his face against Steve's neck for a moment, just breathing him in. ]
Yeah.... I know what you mean.
[ Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow they will have to be more than just Sam and Steve. But Sam has no desire to think of that in this very moment. His mind feels pleasantly mellow, the tension of his shoulders bled away in favour of just existing like this. There's a small part in his mind that wants to start thinking perhaps not of tomorrow but all the things that could follow - from pardons to life and living, all in the context of where they're at with each other right now. But Sam pushes those thoughts away, too. Right now is for enjoying the moment. ]
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A few moments pass of them just holding one another, feeling what it's like to be this close physically and emotionally. To enjoy holding and being held.
Sam gets why Steve called it making love, honestly he does. And after a few moments of just enjoying the feeling, he finally nods. ]
I'm ready, Steve.
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[ Steve kisses him before he pushes himself up on his arms. He holds Sam by the hip to keep him steady. Steve's first thrust is slow, careful, very aware of how tight Sam is right now. How he grips Steve cock. It feels incredible.
His next thrust he's starting to chase the pleasure. More importantly to Steve he wants to give pleasure and make Sam feel good. The next thrust is harder. He's still watching Sam closely to make sure it's good but it's damn good to Steve. ]
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Right there...
[ And it becomes so easy, then, to meet Steve's thrusts, body tight only in the good ways. His dark skin gleaming in the hotel room's dim light, eyes dark with love and lust alike. Sam's legs easily locked around Steve's hips, taking him, letting Steve chase and give pleasure so beautifully. ]
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He presses his hand on Sam's hip, pets his fingers across it for a moment as he gazes down at him. Steve knows what the heavy warmth in his chest means. He knows how he feels. He's also is not going to say it in the middle of sex. After. He'll save it for after. ]
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His hand snakes down between their bodies, Sam grasping his own cock. He feels like he could cum from just having Steve in him, but he's not sure, and he wants to fall over the edge alongside Steve. Just like they fell for one another in lock-step, too. ]
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God, Sam... [ He kisses Sam just to somehow get his feelings across.
And then he gets a little lost in the pleasure of it all. Steve grips Sam's hip tighter the closer he gets until it's a little bruising. He buries himself deep as he can inside Sam and comes with a deep moan, biting his lower lip after a second.
As he basks in the feeling he rests his forehead against Sam's to catch his breath. ]
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For a while, there's nothing but the sound of their laboured breathing as they hold one another, hands petting over warm skin as they bask together and come down from the high together.
Sam smiles, kissing the shape of it onto Steve's lips. ]
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I'll be right back. [ He makes the promise with a kiss before he slides out of bed and goes to the bathroom for a damp washcloth.
When he comes back to Sam he's gentle and tender with cleaning him up. It's like he's savoring taking care of him as much as he savored making love with him. ]
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Made easier by the expression in those bright blue eyes while Steve gently cleans him. Sam relaxes by just watching Steve's face. The pink dusting his cheeks, the way his hair is slightly dissheveled because Sam hadn't been able to stop touching it. The way he radiates contentment while cleaning Sam up. No, not just that - while taking care of Sam. ]
How are you feeling, baby?
[ Asked with a gentle touch to Steve's cheek. ]
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Feel great. [ He rests his forehead against Sam's for a few breaths before finishing his clean up. As much as he wants to stay right where he is, he does get up and put the washcloth in the bathroom sink.
Now nothing will distract him from crawling back into bed with Sam and wrapping him up in his arms. He holds him close and nuzzles against his hair. ]
I am exactly where I want to be. The only place I want to be. [ Responsibilities and the rest of the world can wait until tomorrow. Steve is putting it aside for this moment and this man. ]
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And perhaps Sam tucks his face against Steve's neck for a moment, just breathing him in. ]
Yeah.... I know what you mean.
[ Tomorrow will come, and tomorrow they will have to be more than just Sam and Steve. But Sam has no desire to think of that in this very moment. His mind feels pleasantly mellow, the tension of his shoulders bled away in favour of just existing like this. There's a small part in his mind that wants to start thinking perhaps not of tomorrow but all the things that could follow - from pardons to life and living, all in the context of where they're at with each other right now. But Sam pushes those thoughts away, too. Right now is for enjoying the moment. ]
You and me, hm?