Sam sucked G, ignoring the whimpers that he could hear from above, until the taste of come was gone and only then he moved to the bite mark, licking the rugged edges and pressing a kiss that had to bring a edge of pain, before standing up. He didn't move back like he might have on other occasion, but instead, he splashed his body against G's, keeping him up while he kissed his partner, shoving his tongue inside G's mouth, sharing the taste of G's come.
He drew his head back, not budging from his position, while his fingers went to G's hips again. There was the trace of a smug smile on his face, not much, because it wasn't his style, but it felt good to push G to the point where he wasn't thinking anymore, and Sam knew that G had stopped thinking the moment he'd use real names.
"Have you been holding out on me, partner? Walls, bites, someone seems to want to play those games." Just not in the role people assumed. Sam licked G's lip, still tasting the bitter taste of blood. "Never do that again. I want to hear you when we fuck. I want to know what you enjoy and what you don't like. Now, why don't you pull your pants up, pull yourself together so you don't look like I've sucked your brains out when dinner arrives, and we wait for our meal." He pressed against the bruise with his thumb. "We're going to be fucking until you fall asleep from exhaustion and don't wake up until morning."