Sam was stopped as he headed in the doorway. A firm grip on his arm yanking him back toward Connor. He looked to his friend, breath catching in his throat. There was no way to read Connor’s thoughts, his eyes hidden and the firm line of his lips pressed tight. They were close. Sam’s other hand reaching up to brace against Connor’s chest.
Now that Sam was right where Connor wanted him he was beginning to have second thoughts, “I…” he couldn’t risk this. “Th, thank you, for letting me stay here,” he hastily finished as his grip on Sam loosened.
Sam didn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping through his veins that made him reach up with his now free hand and yank Connor’s hood down. Leaving the hand on Connor’s chest as it was he settled the other onto the man’s shoulder. He looked Connor straight in his eyes, brown meeting hazel, “If there is anything you need my friend do not hesitate to let me know.” Reluctantly he slowly pulled away from Connor, the hand on his shoulder brushing his neck as he did so. Connor’s eyes fluttered at the touch.
There was something else, Sam knew it. It wasn’t like Connor to stammer over his words and there was a look in eyes. Predatory was the only word Sam could describe it with, and not the ‘I’m going to hunt you down and end you’ kind of way. Sure that was what Sam wanted it to be but he couldn’t be sure. There was only one way to find out, one way he wasn’t sure he was ready to act on.
The next thing Sam knew he was being spun around, Connor slamming the door shut with the force of knocking Sam’s back into it.
“What is it that you need Samuel, it is I who is in your debt,” Connor leaned in close their noses brushing at the tip, his eyes wandered down to Sam’s slightly open mouth.
Sam couldn’t form a response. He just kept telling himself he was imagining this and was struggling to control his breathing. Connor’s hands trailed from Sam’s arms down his side, to his waist settling on his hips. Leaning in closer still he let his eyes once again meet with Sam’s. He wouldn’t make another move without Sam saying so, no matter how badly he wanted to continue.
“Connor… I,” Sam swallowed repeatedly, unable to form words. Leaning forward into Connor’s touch as much as he could manage, he hoped the man would take a hint.
Unsure but eager, Connor pressed his body into Sam’s forcing his back against the door again. He pulled Sam’s hips forward as he did so to make it easier for him to settle his leg in between Sam’s own. Sam gripped onto Connor’s shoulders bringing him closer still a small gasp escaping his mouth as felt Connor against his hip. Connor had already begun to get aroused with his wandering thoughts on the walk there. Feeling Sam clinging onto him Connor pressed his thigh up into Sam’s groin, rotating his own hips forward. He titled his head to speak into Sam’s ear quietly, Connor’s lips brushing the skin as he spoke, “Tell me, tell me what you need.”
One of Sam’s hands stretched over the opposing shoulder gripping tight, fingers bunching up the fabric of Connor’s jacket. His other hand slid up Connor’s neck to bury his fingers in the fine smooth strands of his hair. Breath hitching as Connor pressed his thigh harder into applying more pressure. Connor’s words had almost been lost to Sam as all of the sensations started building a fire in the pit of his stomach. He thrust his hips forward to meet Connor’s enthusiasm. Quickly they built a slow and steady rhythm between them.
Letting his eyes close Connor rested his forehead against Sam’s. He brought one hand up to brace against the door, landing somewhere to the left of their touching heads. He began picking the pace up as small moans began to slip from Sam’s mouth. His voice was low and rough, barely above a whisper, “tell me.” He needed to know that Sam wanted this as much as he did. To know that somehow this would show Sam how important he was. And hoping that this night would be a start to something more, a beginning to repaying his debt.
Pulling his head back to look at Connor Sam’s grip loosened. The hand in Connor’s hair came down to rest against his cheek. As dark as Connor’s eyes had become with lust Sam could see a hint of worry in them, “please Connor, just don’t stop.” It was a breathless plea but it didn’t go unheard.
That was it. All Connor needed to hear. Focusing on Sam’s lips once again he leaned in to claim them with his own. The kiss was hard and demanding as Connor once again upped the pace of their rutting. Pressing Sam hard into the door, to the point where the hinges began to squeak in protest.
It took all of Sam’s will to pull away from Connor, a small whimper leaving him as he did so. His action was accompanied by a noise from Connor that was not unlike a growl. “Not here,” he gently pushed Connor way, “Come, there are places better suited for this than my front door.”
He led Connor further into the house his fingers undoing the buttons of his coat as they went. Connor trailed close behind, a hand snaking around Sam’s chest to slip in under his now open coat. He leaned into Sam’s shoulder to leave small kisses along the length of his neck.
“At this rate we’ll never make to the bed, Connor, please.” The last bit trailed off into more of a moan than a word.
Connor only attacked Sam’s neck with more fervor. He began changing small kisses to lingering ones, catching the skin in between his teeth. Sam halted in his movements leaning back into the warmth of Connor’s body. Sam’s own hand came up to cling against Connor’s that had begun to rub small circles across his chest. He arched his neck to the side offering it to Connor, giving him better access. He bit down on his bottom lip as he felt Connor’s other hand graze across his belly. That hand then wandered its way lower, stopping it’s decent once it reached the bulge in Sam’s trousers. Here Connor pressed the heel of his palm into the base of Sam’s length. Sam reached back quickly to once again take hold of Connor’s hair, this time with enough force to tear it from its ties.
Connor drew away from Sam’s neck with a soft chuckle, “I thought we were taking this elsewhere?”
“You are the one who…” Sam’s words trailed off as Connor began to drag his hand down Sam’s clothed erection the straps of the hidden blade mechanism catching on the laces. Sam’s hips bucked into the touch of their own will.
“Is that a problem?” Connor demanded, pressing his own hips forward into Sam’s backside.
“The servants, someone could see.” Sam’s legs began to shake with the flair of arousal that struck him when he felt Connor’s cock twitch in response.
Connor grudgingly pulled himself from Sam’s body, “Fine, lead the way.”
With unsteady steps Sam all but dragged Connor throughout the house to the bed room. As soon as the door shut Connor was on him again. Sliding Sam’s coat off his shoulders and down his arms he let the thing fall to the ground with a soft thud. Once again Connor gripped Sam’s hips and pulled him flush against his own body. He initiated another kiss, this one more demanding and rough than the first. Sam clung weakly to Connor’s shoulders, scolding himself mentally for becoming so undone over such a simple action. Connor’s hands went around to the small of Sam’s back applying pressure to hold Sam more tightly as ground their erections together.
Connor took advantage when Sam’s mouth opened with a gasp, sliding his tongue in to map out the planes of his mouth. Sam’s fingers scrabbled across Connor’s back eagerly trying to pull the jacket off him. Sam needed more. A small whine worked its way from the back of Sam’s throat as he continued tugging on the man’s clothing, his own becoming unbearably hot.
Connor was lost in the sensation and taste of Sam’s mouth, devouring every little moan and whimper that the older man had to offer. He could feel Sam tugging at him, yet as much as wanted to be rid of the clothing he didn’t want to lose this feeling. It was like if he were to let go of Sam he would suddenly realize this was all made up, that it never happened, he was afraid he would never get this feeling back.
2/?
Now that Sam was right where Connor wanted him he was beginning to have second thoughts, “I…” he couldn’t risk this. “Th, thank you, for letting me stay here,” he hastily finished as his grip on Sam loosened.
Sam didn’t know what he was thinking. Maybe it was the adrenaline still pumping through his veins that made him reach up with his now free hand and yank Connor’s hood down. Leaving the hand on Connor’s chest as it was he settled the other onto the man’s shoulder. He looked Connor straight in his eyes, brown meeting hazel, “If there is anything you need my friend do not hesitate to let me know.” Reluctantly he slowly pulled away from Connor, the hand on his shoulder brushing his neck as he did so. Connor’s eyes fluttered at the touch.
There was something else, Sam knew it. It wasn’t like Connor to stammer over his words and there was a look in eyes. Predatory was the only word Sam could describe it with, and not the ‘I’m going to hunt you down and end you’ kind of way. Sure that was what Sam wanted it to be but he couldn’t be sure. There was only one way to find out, one way he wasn’t sure he was ready to act on.
The next thing Sam knew he was being spun around, Connor slamming the door shut with the force of knocking Sam’s back into it.
“What is it that you need Samuel, it is I who is in your debt,” Connor leaned in close their noses brushing at the tip, his eyes wandered down to Sam’s slightly open mouth.
Sam couldn’t form a response. He just kept telling himself he was imagining this and was struggling to control his breathing. Connor’s hands trailed from Sam’s arms down his side, to his waist settling on his hips. Leaning in closer still he let his eyes once again meet with Sam’s. He wouldn’t make another move without Sam saying so, no matter how badly he wanted to continue.
“Connor… I,” Sam swallowed repeatedly, unable to form words. Leaning forward into Connor’s touch as much as he could manage, he hoped the man would take a hint.
Unsure but eager, Connor pressed his body into Sam’s forcing his back against the door again. He pulled Sam’s hips forward as he did so to make it easier for him to settle his leg in between Sam’s own. Sam gripped onto Connor’s shoulders bringing him closer still a small gasp escaping his mouth as felt Connor against his hip. Connor had already begun to get aroused with his wandering thoughts on the walk there. Feeling Sam clinging onto him Connor pressed his thigh up into Sam’s groin, rotating his own hips forward. He titled his head to speak into Sam’s ear quietly, Connor’s lips brushing the skin as he spoke, “Tell me, tell me what you need.”
One of Sam’s hands stretched over the opposing shoulder gripping tight, fingers bunching up the fabric of Connor’s jacket. His other hand slid up Connor’s neck to bury his fingers in the fine smooth strands of his hair. Breath hitching as Connor pressed his thigh harder into applying more pressure. Connor’s words had almost been lost to Sam as all of the sensations started building a fire in the pit of his stomach. He thrust his hips forward to meet Connor’s enthusiasm. Quickly they built a slow and steady rhythm between them.
Letting his eyes close Connor rested his forehead against Sam’s. He brought one hand up to brace against the door, landing somewhere to the left of their touching heads. He began picking the pace up as small moans began to slip from Sam’s mouth. His voice was low and rough, barely above a whisper, “tell me.” He needed to know that Sam wanted this as much as he did. To know that somehow this would show Sam how important he was. And hoping that this night would be a start to something more, a beginning to repaying his debt.
Pulling his head back to look at Connor Sam’s grip loosened. The hand in Connor’s hair came down to rest against his cheek. As dark as Connor’s eyes had become with lust Sam could see a hint of worry in them, “please Connor, just don’t stop.” It was a breathless plea but it didn’t go unheard.
That was it. All Connor needed to hear. Focusing on Sam’s lips once again he leaned in to claim them with his own. The kiss was hard and demanding as Connor once again upped the pace of their rutting. Pressing Sam hard into the door, to the point where the hinges began to squeak in protest.
It took all of Sam’s will to pull away from Connor, a small whimper leaving him as he did so. His action was accompanied by a noise from Connor that was not unlike a growl. “Not here,” he gently pushed Connor way, “Come, there are places better suited for this than my front door.”
He led Connor further into the house his fingers undoing the buttons of his coat as they went. Connor trailed close behind, a hand snaking around Sam’s chest to slip in under his now open coat. He leaned into Sam’s shoulder to leave small kisses along the length of his neck.
“At this rate we’ll never make to the bed, Connor, please.” The last bit trailed off into more of a moan than a word.
Connor only attacked Sam’s neck with more fervor. He began changing small kisses to lingering ones, catching the skin in between his teeth. Sam halted in his movements leaning back into the warmth of Connor’s body. Sam’s own hand came up to cling against Connor’s that had begun to rub small circles across his chest. He arched his neck to the side offering it to Connor, giving him better access. He bit down on his bottom lip as he felt Connor’s other hand graze across his belly. That hand then wandered its way lower, stopping it’s decent once it reached the bulge in Sam’s trousers. Here Connor pressed the heel of his palm into the base of Sam’s length. Sam reached back quickly to once again take hold of Connor’s hair, this time with enough force to tear it from its ties.
Connor drew away from Sam’s neck with a soft chuckle, “I thought we were taking this elsewhere?”
“You are the one who…” Sam’s words trailed off as Connor began to drag his hand down Sam’s clothed erection the straps of the hidden blade mechanism catching on the laces. Sam’s hips bucked into the touch of their own will.
“Is that a problem?” Connor demanded, pressing his own hips forward into Sam’s backside.
“The servants, someone could see.” Sam’s legs began to shake with the flair of arousal that struck him when he felt Connor’s cock twitch in response.
Connor grudgingly pulled himself from Sam’s body, “Fine, lead the way.”
With unsteady steps Sam all but dragged Connor throughout the house to the bed room. As soon as the door shut Connor was on him again. Sliding Sam’s coat off his shoulders and down his arms he let the thing fall to the ground with a soft thud. Once again Connor gripped Sam’s hips and pulled him flush against his own body. He initiated another kiss, this one more demanding and rough than the first. Sam clung weakly to Connor’s shoulders, scolding himself mentally for becoming so undone over such a simple action. Connor’s hands went around to the small of Sam’s back applying pressure to hold Sam more tightly as ground their erections together.
Connor took advantage when Sam’s mouth opened with a gasp, sliding his tongue in to map out the planes of his mouth. Sam’s fingers scrabbled across Connor’s back eagerly trying to pull the jacket off him. Sam needed more. A small whine worked its way from the back of Sam’s throat as he continued tugging on the man’s clothing, his own becoming unbearably hot.
Connor was lost in the sensation and taste of Sam’s mouth, devouring every little moan and whimper that the older man had to offer. He could feel Sam tugging at him, yet as much as wanted to be rid of the clothing he didn’t want to lose this feeling. It was like if he were to let go of Sam he would suddenly realize this was all made up, that it never happened, he was afraid he would never get this feeling back.