Even now, G was aware of the game they were still playing, the rules of the 'op' as it were, and did not lower his hands to run them over Sam's shoulders now that they were in range. Groaning into the kiss, he wrapped his leg around Sam's hip again to draw him closer. He wasn't sure Sam understood, really, how much that love and care, the emotion it stirred up in G, was what G was afraid could break him, break him down and open him up until there was nothing left to hide. "Yours for as long as you want me," he whispered.
"We didn't, did we?" G offered his lover a lazy smirk, before he gave in and let his head fall back with a whimper. "Only one?" he teased huskily. "Hardly seems fair to you."
He had an idea what the fun part was going to be as Sam moved down. But, he was very wrong.
At the first touch of Sam's tongue, a gasp escaped G along with a string of words in a strange mixture of Russian and Czech he didn't really think about beyond needing to not use languages Sam would understand when he started begging. Not that he was begging, or planned on begging. But this was new, intimate, more intimate than G would have thought considering the act intellectually. And Sam took it slow, slow and deliberate and systematically stripping away everything but need and desire. Fuck. "Sam..."