Each touch felt different, new, but it still contained that familiarity born from trust and love, a love that Sam wanted to show with every slide, every thrust. His hands moved over G's body while his lips brushed against glistening skin. Too much and yet not enough, because nothing was ever going to be enough with G, nothing would show just how much Sam loved him, how much he wanted G.
The kissing became more frantic, just as his thrusts did, pumping inside G's body. He let out a groan of pleasure as G pulled him deeper. He had no idea how G was holding on after this long. Sam was so close, so near the edge that he could feel his body tense, silently demanding a release that had been building over their slow lovemaking.
"G...so fucking gorgeous." He kissed G's shoulder, before raising his head. "Come, baby," he said, before his teeth latched on G's shoulder and bit down, while he fucked him harder.