They kiss, neither sure who moves in first only aware of the soft glow coming from Four’s hand when it travels up Sam’s shirt. The smaller boy moans at the heat coming from the Lorien a different sort of burn that causes his stroking to falter. Less like fire and more like something else, as if it’s building from within him, following Four’s groping hand instead of coming from it.
Experimentally Sam manages to guide Four to his own erection, maintaining the kiss and glad the Lorien doesn’t need further direction since his thoughts have become decidedly one track. His fingers are still glowing when they wrap around Sam’s cock, when they trail heat and precome down its length, up and down again.
“Faster,” he mumbles, needing more but begging for what he can get. Sam obliges and Four mimics his movement, the feel of Sam’s cock gliding against his palm and the taste of him on his tongue almost too much.
Sam moans, unable and unwilling to deny himself. It probably should freak Four out that the human knows what do to drive him insane without even trying, thrusting into Four’s touch and licking the come off his hand when he’s done. The last flick of his tongue on Four’s index before it returns to his mouth is more than enough to send Four toppling over the edge as well.
Sam slumps against the wall, Four leaning against him with their pants half off and shirts wrinkled while they catch their breath.
“So…anything else you need help with.”
A smile curves against the skin of Sam’s neck, “My thigh’s been killing me.”
Experimentally Sam manages to guide Four to his own erection, maintaining the kiss and glad the Lorien doesn’t need further direction since his thoughts have become decidedly one track. His fingers are still glowing when they wrap around Sam’s cock, when they trail heat and precome down its length, up and down again.
“Faster,” he mumbles, needing more but begging for what he can get. Sam obliges and Four mimics his movement, the feel of Sam’s cock gliding against his palm and the taste of him on his tongue almost too much.
Sam moans, unable and unwilling to deny himself. It probably should freak Four out that the human knows what do to drive him insane without even trying, thrusting into Four’s touch and licking the come off his hand when he’s done. The last flick of his tongue on Four’s index before it returns to his mouth is more than enough to send Four toppling over the edge as well.
Sam slumps against the wall, Four leaning against him with their pants half off and shirts wrinkled while they catch their breath.
“So…anything else you need help with.”
A smile curves against the skin of Sam’s neck, “My thigh’s been killing me.”
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