Sam rubbed his face against G's hand, and looked at his lover. People said that eyes were windows to the soul. He didn't know if it was true, but he knew that he and G could say a thousand words with just a look, that they could tell each other things that no one else would know with a single gaze, and right now, it was important that G saw the truth in his words. "I know, and I'll do my best to always come back to you." It was the best he could do without lying, and he wouldn't make empty promises. "I might be more motivated if you buy a pair of fishnet," he added with a grin, before clipping the corner of G's mouth with a kiss.
When he raised his head, he started to laugh when he saw the blush on G's face. "You're turning into our resident cheerleader, aren't you?" he teased, before he pressed his forehead against G's. "You are a gorgeous man, and maybe it's a reminder to everyone around us. No one is allowed to touch you, or kiss you or leave marks on you," he said softly, but not with less passion than before.
He could do this all night long, talk and kiss, joke and touch, lying next to G, while his fingers worked G's body open, stretching him slowly. A finger became two, moving faster, curling to reach the deepest parts of his lover. "God... I want you so much."