#broulderbeans

Sam had been taking his sweet, sweet time, lovingly stroking Glen’s cock, slowing down until he fully stops on either the base of him or near the tip, wrapping a thumb and pointer finger around him whenever he’s almost about to come. He revels in the way Glen squirms, whimpering as he resists the urge to thrust into Sam’s hand. He almost feels bad for taking away his moment of release over and over again, basically torturing his lover, but Glen asked to try it a few minutes ago. That’s on him.

He holds Glen down to the bed with his other hand to the hip, pushing him back further to the mattress if he ever moved. Glen’s panting turns into slower, breathy moans as he’s once again denied pure bliss. Having Sam of all people to help him in bed, to do this to him… that itself is already bliss, in Glen’s mind.

Sam feels Glen relaxing once more as he continues his strokes. The friction of his hand, the whispered praises, all of it sent large waves of pleasure throughout his body. Sam’s enjoying the way Glen’s become so much louder. The way he gripped the bedsheets and the way his legs could not stay still. Sam rubs the pad of his thumb on the slit, sending the brunet into a frenzy.

“Sam! Ah~ Sam, please, please let me come… mmh…” Glen pleaded. He could swear his eyes are burning as the sensations became too much to handle.

He finally responds by lightly ghosting a pointer on the tip and speeding up his strokes. Sam chuckles, with his low, sultry voice, “Alright, baby, I’ll let you come.”

Glen finally feels that coil snap in his gut and he comes with a loud moan followed by small whines. His back arches away from the bed and he trembles as he spills his load on himself and Sam’s hand, the latter’s movements slowing down throughout Glen’s climax.

Sam catches a few drops of cum with his finger and starts running the coated digit across the length. Glen’s only had a few seconds to take a breather, as right after he came down, Sam continued his strokes. His skin is once again on fire as this happens, and he feels himself harden within Sam’s hand.

“Hold your legs up for me, will ya?” Sam requests, taking more cum from their first round onto a free hand, and Glen follows through, holding his legs up with his hands, legs spread for him, “Good boy.”

That lovely nickname sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

Sam rubs a finger just at the rim for a second or two, spreading the cum there, then he gently pushed inside, the intrusion causing him to flinch.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay…” Sam coos when he notices Glen’s tears, “just lie back and feel good.”

Glen lets go of one of his leg and combs through his own hair, nearly grasping it tight as he experiences stimulation from the front and behind at once. He moans louder as the finger in his ass started sliding in and out of him, Glen’s own cum providing ease for Sam.

“Fuuuck~!” he whines as another finger slips inside, his noises music to Sam.

It didn’t take long for him to come again the moment the pads of Sam’s fingers found his sweet spot. Glen comes for the second time, with Sam continuing to stroke and fingerfuck him throughout his high.

Glen feels like he’s beyond broken at this point. He loved the way Sam’s fingers massaged his inner walls, working him open as he went deeper inside, the way he immediately lost it over his prostate being found, the way he repeatedly curled his fingers inside him, the way Sam pushed against his prostate again and again in rapid succession. Fuck, this is heaven for the both of them.

Sam finally slows down before fully stopping his movements as Glen’s orgasm ended, then he remembered Glen’s cum was, apart from on his body, was also on his own hands. He brings up the dirtied hands to his mouth and starts licking them off, an action that seemed to surprise the worn-out Glen.

“Wow, what the fuck…” Glen playfully comments, words slurred as he watches  and smiles at his lover.

“I can’t help it, babe,” Sam replied between licks, shooting back a flirtatious look, “you taste so fucking good.”

“Stop, you’ll make me come again…”

“Alright bet!” He lets out a hearty laugh.

Glen immediately starts to sit up with the intention of looking for tissues to clean up, but before be could get up, Sam breathes out “C’mere,” as he leans forward to claim his lips with his own.

Glen instinctively opens his mouth as he moans, and he can feel his cheeks and ears heat up over the salty taste of himself in Sam’s mouth.

“Mm, Sam, what’re you doin’…” he asks as Sam breaks away to pepper kisses down the neck to the collarbone, before ending up at his chest.

“You’ll see,” he smirks as he continues down. Sam’s eventually met with a stained part of Glen’s bare torso, cum still laying fresh. He then gets to work licking that area clean, then does the same for the other areas with cum on them.

Glen breathes out a soft moan as he feels Sam’s tongue on his body, “fuck, Sam, I thought we’re done already…”

Sam ignores the comment, continuing to lick him clean from cum. Glen could almost hear him swallow it too.

He finally looks up at Glen when he’s finished, and he smiles, “You like that, eh?”

Sam gives me service top vibes. I can't explain why, he just does.

He'd probably only be a service top because Glen is very anxious about them having sex for the first time, and he ends up explaining everything in detail as he does it.

These two would have phone sex. They just would.

Glen is definitely on the submissive side, but he's not a brat like Stan is. He's very eager to please, and Sam would probably have to reassure him that he's doing good the whole time.

Praise kink.

There's probably a bit of a Dom/sub type relationship in bed here, but just because Sam wants Glen to stay still so he can take care of him.