sam just can’t keep his hands to himself, and honestly why would he when misa is right there! there’s some plausible deniability when misa’s fidgeting nonstop and sam wants him to quit it, there’s a lot less when misa’s sitting quietly on the couch and sam has one hand high on his inner thigh and the other under his shirt. it’s almost a problem except misa lets him do it.
misa sort of lets him do a lot of stuff, lets him move him in every direction, lets him move him onto his lap… sam’s appreciative of it. misa sitting pretty with his legs straddling sam’s thighs, the side of his head pressed to sam’s shoulder so he can keep looking at his phone. sam gets to run his hands up misa’s sides, or just hold his hips, fingers caught in his belt loops to drag misa forwards when sam wants some attention. it’s decidedly not bro behavior, and yet misa never complains, if anything he makes these little encouraging whines when sam starts grinding misa’s hips back and forth on his lap.
sam doesn’t want to say any of this is a problem because misa clearly likes it and sam really really really likes it— so a little bit of a problem. sam’s got his hand in misa’s back pocket, and no one says anything, and he’s got his fingers threaded through misa’s belt loops, no one says anything, he’s got his arm over misa’s shoulders, his hand buried in misa’s hair, his hand gripping misa’s thigh, no one says anything! toff acts like he’s gonna bring a spray bottle out or something but never actually says anything so it’s totally not a problem.
and what happens when toff’s not around is so not his business. sam likes misa’s attention and sometimes the best way to keep it is making out with him. it’s overwhelming to have misa underneath him like that sometimes, his eyes mostly pupils, and his mouth bright red. he gets all petulant and whiney when sam stops to look at him, but seriously, what is sam supposed to do? he doesn’t think sex with a girl has ever been like this, which is maybe alarming but sam can’t really focus on that when he gets to runs his hands all over misa’s body, gets to be in misa’s body. tongue in his mouth, fingers in his ass, dick in his ass when misa starts to get mouthy again.
and misa’s loud! he’s loud! body jostling up and down the bed when sam fucks him against the headboard. sam’s not sure what possesses him to immediately stick his fingers back into misa when he pulls out, all he knows is that his cum was leaking out and that was bad. misa whines but doesn’t complain, only asks what are you doing? which is more than a fair question and sam flubs some answer about we’re gonna ruin the sheets and misa nods back at him like sam’s a genius, doesn’t say shit about the already ruined sheets. sam’ll change them for him anyways, whatever.
they’re laying there for however long, misa blissed out, and sam plugging his own cum in misa’s ass. and then misa starts rocking back and forth on his fingers. sam thinks he might be dying, his dick might fall off for how fast it gets hard at the sight alone. he pops his fingers out and misa doesn’t get to complain because almost immediately sam lines his dick up and pushes back in. round two, sam is thinking hysterically. they’re two young guys of course they can go a second round, don’t even need more lube because sam’s cum is still in misa. how insane. sam doesn’t last long, can’t when misa is over sensitive and whining, and teary eyed and saying shit like sammy, please, feels so good. he’d of gotten misa pregnant by now, came so far into him twice and he can see his dick bulging slightly underneath misa’s toned stomach.
he sort of really wants to keep misa plugged up, or keep his dick in him, or just the cum, something but sam’s totally normal about having sex with his bro so he doesn’t do any of that. he keeps his head downturned to watch cum pool out onto misa’s thighs and the bedsheets as he runs his hands along misa’s sides. it’d be good to just have some part of him touching misa at all times, or even like a stand in something for that… just something for sam to know about. he should buy him a necklace, that would sort of scratch the itch, sam’s number six branded to misa’s chest next to his cross. hmm
