“Show me,” Sam demands, and his fingers are already plucking at Liam’s belt as he hustles Liam toward the bed. “Show me what you’ve got on under there, you minx.”
“Slow down,” Liam protests, batting Sam’s hands away and pulling his t-shirt off first, toeing his shoes off next, and then sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. “Don’t you have any sense of style?”
“I do. I’m just deathly curious about your sense of style today.” Sam reaches for Liam’s belt again and Liam lies back on the bed, Sam moving to stand astride his knees as he does so. Liam tucks his hands behind his head and looks up at Sam as Sam unbuckles his belt, pops the button free, and then hesitates with his fingers on the zip.
“I’m not going to mind if you laugh,” Liam says.
“I don’t think I’m going to laugh,” Sam says, his voice a little strained, and he eases the zip down, spreading the rough denim wide to expose the deep green satin pulled taut across Liam’s half-hard cock.
Then he just looks, long and hard, eyes roving from the triangle of shiny green up to Liam’s face, across his chest, back down again. Liam waits patiently, trying not to feel like he’s being examined.
“Pretty,” Sam says at last, and Liam has two seconds to think that’s it? before Sam’s body is covering his, and what went unspoken in words is clearly voiced in the hot, hungry press of Sam’s mouth against his own. Not to mention the way that Sam’s grinding against him. “Oh, my pretty little woman…”
Liam grabs Sam’s ass, pulls him closer, and lets his lips dot kisses from Sam’s mouth over his cheek to his ear so that he can murmur, “It has a matching chemise.”
“That’s the, uh. Top part.”
“The flowy, clingy top part,” Liam agrees.
Sam peels himself off Liam. “Put it on.”
“You want me to shower?”
Sam hesitates for a long moment. “I want to say I don’t care about con funk, but honestly… I’m more worried about me than you.”
“We’ll shower together,” Liam says, rising to his feet and wriggling his jeans off. Sam’s hands go straight to his ass, cupping the satin and squeezing, and for a moment it seems like they’re going to end up right back on the bed.
“I love that you did this for me.”
“Hold that verdict til you see the end result,” Liam says, making quick work of Sam’s shirt buttons. “I might look like a really disturbing Tinkerbell.”
“Clap your hands if you believe,” Sam says, slapping his palms lightly against Liam’s ass.
Somehow they make it into and out of the shower without too much further interruption. Liam flinches when he eases the plug out, and Sam instantly looks worried.
“Are you too sore?”
“I’ll be fine. Promise. Just make sure you get me good and wet.”
“Mmmm,” Sam says, and his hand on Liam’s elbow turns Liam to face the tiled wall. Liam has time to brace himself, shuffling his feet apart, as Sam’s tongue traces its way down Liam’s spine. Sam’s thumbs press and spread him open and Liam sighs as Sam’s tongue plays over his skin, soothing the soreness away.
They dry each other off with a lot of gratuitous groping, and then Sam grabs his toothbrush. “I’ll be out in a minute, pumpkin,” he says, and Liam takes that as his cue to go put the chemise on.
It fits okay, falling to mid-thigh. It’s obviously made for a different body shape than his, especially in the chest, but his nipples peak under the satin in what he hopes is an enticing way. His cock interrupts the fall of the cloth no matter how he sits or stands; in the end he just perches on the edge of the bed and waits for Sam.
Sam comes out of the bathroom and just looks at him for a very long time. Since he doesn’t have anything on, not so much as a towel wrapped around his waist, Liam can see the occasional jump and twitch of his cock as Sam takes in the view. It makes him wonder what synapses are firing in his husband’s mind to produce the physiological responses, and what they are responding to.
“See anything green?” he asks eventually.
Sam glances at the door. It’s locked, of course; they have that routine down pat. Put out the Do Not Disturb sign, lock the door, throw the bolt if there is one, whether they plan to collapse with jetlag or fuck each other senseless.
“How are you so pretty,” he asks in a rhetorical, dreamy tone, taking Liam’s hands and pulling him to his feet. Liam goes happily, especially when the next step is Sam kissing him, hands moving slowly over his satin-clad back.
“Is it the clothes or me inside the clothes?” Liam says when he has a moment.
“Yes. Both. And that you wanted to look pretty for me.” Sam still sounds dreamy. His tongue traces the curve of Liam’s ear, making Liam shiver. “I want you in my lap, babe… I want you riding me.”
“You’re supposed to be seeding me,” Liam protests. “Gravity won’t help.”
“We don’t have to stay that way.”
“In that case…” Liam turns the two of them and urges Sam onto the bed, moving to straddle his lover’s thighs. “Pass me the lube.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No... I know you like watching me play with myself.”
He can remember the first time he did this, acting as though his attention was solely on what he was doing between his own legs, when in reality it was focused on Sam watching him. This is the same: as he fingers himself open with obscenely wet sounds, stifled whimpers escaping him as he hits a good spot or merely happens to think about why he’s doing this, he’s got an eye on Sam. Sam’s leaning back against the head of the bed, cock in one loose fist, pre-come coursing in a slow rivulet down the underside. He’s not jerking himself; he needs zero assistance staying hard even after two consecutive nights of sex and Liam wonders if it’s just years of internet bullshit that have semi-convinced him that by this stage of their lives they shouldn’t be interested in more than handshakes and hugging.
His attention hasn’t wandered so far that he doesn’t notice when Sam starts touching his chest, fingers moving whisper-soft over the satin, rubbing his hard nipples through it. It draws another soft needy sound from him, and Sam lets go of his cock, gets both hands on Liam’s chest.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yes.” Sam pinches him and Liam moans. “Are you ready?” He tugs lightly on the lace-trimmed straps of the chemise. “Ready to come up here?” He doesn’t need to pat his lap to indicate where he means.
Liam scrubs his fingers clean on a tissue and moves up, reaching under the chemise once he’s positioned over Sam’s lap to take Sam’s cock in hand and rub the head along his slick cleft. Sam’s fingers dig into his back and ass.
“Tease.”
“Is that a statement or a request?”
“Fuck, Liam…”
Liam pushes down, taking the head of Sam’s cock into himself. Sam’s eyes fall closed and his breathing quickens. Liam lets out a gasping little moan of his own and keeps moving. It stings a little, despite his preparation—and the earlier attention of Sam’s clever tongue—but not so much so that he can’t keep moving, taking Sam in bit by bit.
When they’re fully locked together, Liam fluffs out the hem of the chemise a little so it hides his cock, and drapes his arms around Sam’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss the side of Sam’s neck.
“Worth the tease?” he asks.
“God, you feel so good.” Sam’s eyes are still closed.
“It’s always good to have your thick cock filling up my hot pussy,” Liam tells him seriously, and Sam sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting hard to avoid breaking character.
“Then ride me, sweetheart,” he says when he’s regained control. “Let me feel how wet I make you.”
It’s Liam’s turn to teeter on the edge of breaking character but it’s very simple not to: as soon as he starts rocking astride Sam’s lap both of them get thoroughly distracted. Sam lets out a little “Oh-oh-oh” that would normally be funny but the way his nails dig into Liam’s ass tells him that Sam’s just feeling too much pleasure to pay any mind as to what comes out of his mouth.
Before too long Sam’s hands wander around to Liam’s chest and it’s Liam’s turn to make uncontrollable noises as Sam touches him, one hand occasionally dropping down to graze over Liam’s cock through the satin draped over it. There’s quite a wet spot developing.
“This color would look amazing against your ass after a spanking,” Sam says, giving Liam’s backside a rough pat.
“If you try that now it’ll only make me do this.” Liam begins moving his hips in short sharp jerks, and Sam gasps at the sudden change in pace.
“Oh, fuck, oh—”
Liam grips the headboard and maintains the rapid rhythm; Sam’s fingertips dig into his ass as he rises to meet Liam’s movements. His eyes are half closed, his lips parted and Liam can’t make out more than the general shape of four-letter-words in the noise coming out of Sam’s mouth.
Sam’s thighs begin tensing under Liam in a familiar way and that’s when Sam opens his eyes and stops moving under him.
“Down on your back, darling, spread your pretty thighs for me.”
"Shiny" (Glow Night Three), Sam/Liam, Explicit (3/?)
“Slow down,” Liam protests, batting Sam’s hands away and pulling his t-shirt off first, toeing his shoes off next, and then sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his socks. “Don’t you have any sense of style?”
“I do. I’m just deathly curious about your sense of style today.” Sam reaches for Liam’s belt again and Liam lies back on the bed, Sam moving to stand astride his knees as he does so. Liam tucks his hands behind his head and looks up at Sam as Sam unbuckles his belt, pops the button free, and then hesitates with his fingers on the zip.
“I’m not going to mind if you laugh,” Liam says.
“I don’t think I’m going to laugh,” Sam says, his voice a little strained, and he eases the zip down, spreading the rough denim wide to expose the deep green satin pulled taut across Liam’s half-hard cock.
Then he just looks, long and hard, eyes roving from the triangle of shiny green up to Liam’s face, across his chest, back down again. Liam waits patiently, trying not to feel like he’s being examined.
“Pretty,” Sam says at last, and Liam has two seconds to think that’s it? before Sam’s body is covering his, and what went unspoken in words is clearly voiced in the hot, hungry press of Sam’s mouth against his own. Not to mention the way that Sam’s grinding against him. “Oh, my pretty little woman…”
Liam grabs Sam’s ass, pulls him closer, and lets his lips dot kisses from Sam’s mouth over his cheek to his ear so that he can murmur, “It has a matching chemise.”
“That’s the, uh. Top part.”
“The flowy, clingy top part,” Liam agrees.
Sam peels himself off Liam. “Put it on.”
“You want me to shower?”
Sam hesitates for a long moment. “I want to say I don’t care about con funk, but honestly… I’m more worried about me than you.”
“We’ll shower together,” Liam says, rising to his feet and wriggling his jeans off. Sam’s hands go straight to his ass, cupping the satin and squeezing, and for a moment it seems like they’re going to end up right back on the bed.
“I love that you did this for me.”
“Hold that verdict til you see the end result,” Liam says, making quick work of Sam’s shirt buttons. “I might look like a really disturbing Tinkerbell.”
“Clap your hands if you believe,” Sam says, slapping his palms lightly against Liam’s ass.
Somehow they make it into and out of the shower without too much further interruption. Liam flinches when he eases the plug out, and Sam instantly looks worried.
“Are you too sore?”
“I’ll be fine. Promise. Just make sure you get me good and wet.”
“Mmmm,” Sam says, and his hand on Liam’s elbow turns Liam to face the tiled wall. Liam has time to brace himself, shuffling his feet apart, as Sam’s tongue traces its way down Liam’s spine. Sam’s thumbs press and spread him open and Liam sighs as Sam’s tongue plays over his skin, soothing the soreness away.
They dry each other off with a lot of gratuitous groping, and then Sam grabs his toothbrush. “I’ll be out in a minute, pumpkin,” he says, and Liam takes that as his cue to go put the chemise on.
It fits okay, falling to mid-thigh. It’s obviously made for a different body shape than his, especially in the chest, but his nipples peak under the satin in what he hopes is an enticing way. His cock interrupts the fall of the cloth no matter how he sits or stands; in the end he just perches on the edge of the bed and waits for Sam.
Sam comes out of the bathroom and just looks at him for a very long time. Since he doesn’t have anything on, not so much as a towel wrapped around his waist, Liam can see the occasional jump and twitch of his cock as Sam takes in the view. It makes him wonder what synapses are firing in his husband’s mind to produce the physiological responses, and what they are responding to.
“See anything green?” he asks eventually.
Sam glances at the door. It’s locked, of course; they have that routine down pat. Put out the Do Not Disturb sign, lock the door, throw the bolt if there is one, whether they plan to collapse with jetlag or fuck each other senseless.
“How are you so pretty,” he asks in a rhetorical, dreamy tone, taking Liam’s hands and pulling him to his feet. Liam goes happily, especially when the next step is Sam kissing him, hands moving slowly over his satin-clad back.
“Is it the clothes or me inside the clothes?” Liam says when he has a moment.
“Yes. Both. And that you wanted to look pretty for me.” Sam still sounds dreamy. His tongue traces the curve of Liam’s ear, making Liam shiver. “I want you in my lap, babe… I want you riding me.”
“You’re supposed to be seeding me,” Liam protests. “Gravity won’t help.”
“We don’t have to stay that way.”
“In that case…” Liam turns the two of them and urges Sam onto the bed, moving to straddle his lover’s thighs. “Pass me the lube.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No... I know you like watching me play with myself.”
He can remember the first time he did this, acting as though his attention was solely on what he was doing between his own legs, when in reality it was focused on Sam watching him. This is the same: as he fingers himself open with obscenely wet sounds, stifled whimpers escaping him as he hits a good spot or merely happens to think about why he’s doing this, he’s got an eye on Sam. Sam’s leaning back against the head of the bed, cock in one loose fist, pre-come coursing in a slow rivulet down the underside. He’s not jerking himself; he needs zero assistance staying hard even after two consecutive nights of sex and Liam wonders if it’s just years of internet bullshit that have semi-convinced him that by this stage of their lives they shouldn’t be interested in more than handshakes and hugging.
His attention hasn’t wandered so far that he doesn’t notice when Sam starts touching his chest, fingers moving whisper-soft over the satin, rubbing his hard nipples through it. It draws another soft needy sound from him, and Sam lets go of his cock, gets both hands on Liam’s chest.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Yes.” Sam pinches him and Liam moans. “Are you ready?” He tugs lightly on the lace-trimmed straps of the chemise. “Ready to come up here?” He doesn’t need to pat his lap to indicate where he means.
Liam scrubs his fingers clean on a tissue and moves up, reaching under the chemise once he’s positioned over Sam’s lap to take Sam’s cock in hand and rub the head along his slick cleft. Sam’s fingers dig into his back and ass.
“Tease.”
“Is that a statement or a request?”
“Fuck, Liam…”
Liam pushes down, taking the head of Sam’s cock into himself. Sam’s eyes fall closed and his breathing quickens. Liam lets out a gasping little moan of his own and keeps moving. It stings a little, despite his preparation—and the earlier attention of Sam’s clever tongue—but not so much so that he can’t keep moving, taking Sam in bit by bit.
When they’re fully locked together, Liam fluffs out the hem of the chemise a little so it hides his cock, and drapes his arms around Sam’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss the side of Sam’s neck.
“Worth the tease?” he asks.
“God, you feel so good.” Sam’s eyes are still closed.
“It’s always good to have your thick cock filling up my hot pussy,” Liam tells him seriously, and Sam sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting hard to avoid breaking character.
“Then ride me, sweetheart,” he says when he’s regained control. “Let me feel how wet I make you.”
It’s Liam’s turn to teeter on the edge of breaking character but it’s very simple not to: as soon as he starts rocking astride Sam’s lap both of them get thoroughly distracted. Sam lets out a little “Oh-oh-oh” that would normally be funny but the way his nails dig into Liam’s ass tells him that Sam’s just feeling too much pleasure to pay any mind as to what comes out of his mouth.
Before too long Sam’s hands wander around to Liam’s chest and it’s Liam’s turn to make uncontrollable noises as Sam touches him, one hand occasionally dropping down to graze over Liam’s cock through the satin draped over it. There’s quite a wet spot developing.
“This color would look amazing against your ass after a spanking,” Sam says, giving Liam’s backside a rough pat.
“If you try that now it’ll only make me do this.” Liam begins moving his hips in short sharp jerks, and Sam gasps at the sudden change in pace.
“Oh, fuck, oh—”
Liam grips the headboard and maintains the rapid rhythm; Sam’s fingertips dig into his ass as he rises to meet Liam’s movements. His eyes are half closed, his lips parted and Liam can’t make out more than the general shape of four-letter-words in the noise coming out of Sam’s mouth.
Sam’s thighs begin tensing under Liam in a familiar way and that’s when Sam opens his eyes and stops moving under him.
“Down on your back, darling, spread your pretty thighs for me.”