Swallowing hard, G nodded. "I need you here," he said quietly.
It was even more of a personal revelation than when he'd said, so casually, 'I love you'. G Callen didn't need anybody. He'd trained himself to be completely self-reliant -- physically, mentally, and emotionally -- because he knew he was never going to be able to count on anyone but himself. Only, it wasn't true. Somehow, at some point during their four year partnership, Sam had become a constant, someone to rely on when G just couldn't take it on his own any longer. And he needed Sam to be there in a way he'd never realized, or looked for. Yet, there it was.
Kisses were met with heat and passion. When gentle, there was the newfound tenderness. Possessiveness was met with unconditional surrender.
The soft whimper that came with the additional stretching was lost in those kisses. But the whimper became a ragged moan that couldn't be hidden as his body relaxed, took more and more, wanted more and more. Hot and aching, the strength of his own desire was as new and surprising as Sam's desire for him. There was an actual yearning, not just to be filled and fucked get it over with, but to feel Sam inside him, filling him, to feel that moment when his partner finally, truly let go of his control. A last shred of sanity, instinct born of the need to protect, kept his words to little more than a harsh breath against bitten lips, as private and just for them as the marks on his body. "I need you, Sam."