Sam might just get used to G laughing like this, not a chuckle, not a sarcastic laugh, not a fake imitation, but a genuine laugh while they were in bed. In fact, it was a pleasant change after the dark aura that seemed to surround G after they arrived here.
"It is," he answered without hesitation. Sam nipped G's lip, and the cut from before opened up again, and he licked it until the blood stopped. So many reasons why he shouldn't be doing this, but he trusted G with his life, in more ways than one, and he'd never stop showing him. The idea of G getting shot was like a cold shower. Having G bleeding in his arms was one experience that he didn't want to repeat in his life. He kissed the nearest scar, lips brushing over the marred skin as he spoke softly. "Getting shot at gives me a heart attack." He looked up at G. "It'd be easier if I thought you were reckless. Then I could stop you. I know you aren't." He grinned. "I'm still going to spank you and you can keep the fishnet."
His finger wasn't idle as he spoke, circling and putting more pressure on the puckered entrance, slipping inside and pulling right back out. G wanted to play innocent, they could play this game while his fingers slowly opened him up. "Are you saying that I can't use your chest and hips as the screensaver for my phone? I'm truly disappointed. Such a gorgeous sight everytime I pick up my phone. If it makes you feel better, I can cut your head off, just photograph your body, to remind me what I want to do to you. Or maybe so I know that no one else has put other ones there," he said with the hint of a growl as his finger moved fully inside of G's body, before he was pulling back again. He repeated the process every so slowly. "Remember what I said about you being with whoever you want, and me being understanding and you being free to play around? It's not going to happen." He spoke calmly as he fingerfucked G, but the tension in his body was there again. Just the thought of G with someone else made him see red. "You're mine, and I'm yours," he said fiercely, leaving no doubt that he meant every word, before his lips pressed on G's, preventing G from biting his own lip again, soothing it with his tongue once more.