"Tell me what you want," Sam groaned. "Do you want to come like this? Or beneath me?"

"I.." Clay hissed as their cock caught together again. "I didn't get to suck you the last time," The words came out in a rush, that beautiful flush creeping up his neck as he stared at Sam. "I've never done that... and I really want to."

Sam beamed. "Well, it's your call." He rolled onto his back, taking Clay with him, claiming his lips again while his fingers toyed with Clay's soft curls. "Do you want it this way?" he spread his legs apart to accommodate Clay.

"Fuck yeah, I wanna taste you." Clay smiled.

Knowing his cock would be the first Clay would taste, Sam felt nervous, wanting to make it the best the red-head would ever taste. Possession filled him slowly, which he tried to squash down. Just because his cock was the first Clay would taste didn't make Clay belong to him. Clay was only interested in him for tutorials - to understand and fit into the tenents of gay men. It was clear he had an attraction for Sam but these things never lasted.

Sam spread his legs wider as Clay knelt between them, brows taut with mingled determination and concentration as he fisted Sam's cock. Sam wanted to talk him out of it, to assure him his hand was enough, that whatever he wanted to do was fine but he snapped his mouth shut the moment Clay lowered his head, took the head of Sam's cock into his mouth and sucked delicately. Sam moaned, slipping his hands into Clay's curls in encouragement, trying all he could to not thrust into that perfect, wet heat.

Clay kept his hand round the base, gripping and slipping upwards to the movement of his mouth. "Fuck... that's fantastic. Like that... you're really good..." Sam fought to keep his hips still. Clay gained confidence, sucking him harder and taking him deeper, checking how much he could handle. It took a while for him to find a rhythm and work out how to keep his teeth covered but he picked up the pieces quickly. The tension began to ripple in Sam's belly, down to his balls as he felt himself getting closer. Clay drew back and licked around the head into Sam's slit, driving the latter closer over the edge before taking him all the way in again.

"Oh my goodness! I'm about to come!" Sam gasped in warning, tugging Clay's curls tightly now, unsure whether he'd want to swallow it or not. But Clay drew back a bit, stroking Sam's shaft with his hand. Sam's hips bucked as he came; unable to restrain himself any longer, but Clay held him still with his free hand, working him through it as Sam shuddered and cried out. Clay tried to swallow around him, some escaping from the corner of Clay's lips as he continued sucking, and the sight of it made Sam's cock jerk.

"Christ!" He stroked Clay's cheek with his thumb. "That was amazing. You made me lose my mind while at it."

Clay finally pulled off and crawled up to settle over him. He looked exhausted but immensely pleased with himself. "Bad for a first attempt?"

"On the contrary, I'd say you did awesomely!"

Clay grinned and swiped his tongue over the slight traces of cum remaining. "It wasn't that thick enough to swallow as I'd thought it would."

Clay's cock was pressed against his thighs and Sam pulled him down to a kiss, glad that Clay had obviously enjoyed doing it as Sam had enjoyed being sucked.

He let his hand slide down Clay's back to the base of his spine which was hot and damp with sweat. Sam trailed his fingertips a little lower, teasing the crack of Clay's arse, and Clay moaned, breaking off their kiss to bury his head in Sam's shoulder, his breathing hot against Sam's neck. He arched his hips back, opening up for Sam's invading fingers.

"You like that huh?" Sam rasped, letting his fingers slide up and down the rough skin of Clay's entrance.

Clay gave a wordless, strangled noise and a nod of his head against Sam's shoulder in response. Sam wanted to get his fingers inside him but it was impossible to do so given the position they were in, and he wanted to give it the best he could. He adjusted himself beneath Clay, patting him lightly. "Let me prep you up. Do you have any lube?"

Clay rolled over to the edge of the bed on his belly, reaching under his bedside table. "Here." He passed the bottle to Sam.

Sam was stunned. "You've...done this before?"

Clay flushed, shaking his head. "Never. I got this with the groceries this morning. I saw it on display in the payment section..."

"Wait, you mean you saw this at the payment section? Of a supermarket?" Sam was astonished.

Clay simply shrugged. "Yeah. But the previous times I'd been there... I couldn't find it. Why are you surprised, there's no biggie to it?"

"You don't understand."

"Then make me." Clay's eyes glazed over intensely.

Sam breathed out tiredly. "That's not important right now, but if you really want to know, this product was supposed to be in the personals aisle. Not on display so the straight population can see it and laugh at us. Sure, they use it, but not more often than we do - "

"What are you trying to say?" Clay was bored with the long tirade.

Sam sighed. "Clay, a supermarket isn't a sex store. They should have displayed candies, biscuits, any of that shit, not this. I should have a word with the manager sometime. Anyways, Do you want to lie on your front?"

Although Sam would have loved to watch Clay's reactions as he slammed into him, he figured Clay might prefer burying his face down so he could scream into the mattress. He wanted Clay to enjoy every single moment of this, to give himself up to the sensation, and he wouldn't be able to do this if he felt self-conscious.

"Okay." Clay laid facedown, his hands folded beneath him as though he was waiting to be massaged.

"Put your knees in front of you and lift your arse a bit." Sam moved behind him. "Then I can reach your cock."

Clay obeyed, shifting position and drawing his knees forward to lift his arse in the air so Sam could see everything. He'd been in that position once and he knew how vulnerable it felt so he soothed Clay by drawing light circles on his thighs as encouragement as he rubbed his thumb pad over Clay's pink hole which tightened in response.

"You look amazing like this." Sam reached for the lube and squeezed some onto his palm, spreading it onto his palm and reached out with his other hand to fondle Clay's half-hardened cock as he circled the hole with a slippery finger, pressing gently until he breached the ring of muscle. As he eased his finger into the tight, grasping heat, blood rushed down to Sam's cock in dizzying waves.

"Fuck, that's it." Sam murmured, slipping his fingers in and out slowly, a little deeper each time. "You look so hot."

Clay clenched around him but moved back, taking Sam's finger eagerly inside him. Sam worked another finger inside him and Clay took it easily, beginning to rock back and moan sensually as Sam's fingers stretched him from within. Sam curled his fingers downward, hitting Clay's prostate as the brunette moaned louder, his cock jerking forward and leaking with precome.

Sam continued stroking Clay's cock and working his fingers in and out of his arse slowly, curving and twisting until Clay's skin flushed with heat, sweat gleaming on his back. "Oh goodness, it feels so...good," His voice cracked as he gripped the sheets, rocking back, fucking himself on Sam's fingers.

"I love your fucking arse," Sam grunted. "Just look at you taking my fingers like a pro. Next time I want to use that tongue down there. Permit me, Clay. Say you'd like that."

"Oh fuck, I'd do. Oh, Sam...this feels good." Clay pushed back harder and faster then pushed himself up on his arms, head thrown back.

"I'll eat that hot hole of yours while jerking you off," Sam told him. "I'll make you lose your mind, licking you off..."

"Oh Jesus, Sam... I.. can't...fuck!" Clay fell apart, his words morphing to strings of incoherence as he groaned, clenching around Sam's fingers in the rhythm of his release, spilling hot, thick liquid onto Sam's fist and onto the sheets.