#p021

Truth be told, solo work wasn’t his forte. Sure, he saw the appeal and knew it worked for other creators but for him, he felt too...aware. Distracted, even, without the benefit of another body to explore. With just the hard, rippled expanse of his abs to wander, sometimes his mind would do the same, seemingly unfocused on the, ahem, task at hand, knocking him out of the zone and having to start the process of focusing all over.

But this morning he woke up with persistent thoughts and figured ‘fuck it’. Might as well put it on camera.

He knew the picture it made, the contrast of golden skin against white sheets. The early morning rays of California sun hitting the large bank of windows in the penthouse just right. The golden hour for film, and if Sam was anything, he was definitely a hoe for the right aesthetics.

The deep, rumbling hum slipped from slightly parted lips when his hand brushed the front of his white boxer briefs. He let his fingers linger, teasing himself through the soft material with the kind of feather light strokes he knew would get him alert in no time. Sure enough, the gentleness shifted into a full on massage, hips giving a slight roll into the slight work until he was snapping the waistband of his Calvins, tugging it down and tucking the elastic locker until the material rested comfortably against his sac, adding a layer of surprisingly pleasurable pressure he’d come to appreciate.

The room was quiet, save for the rustling of legs, long and muscled, moving against soft white sheets, parting slightly to offer the camera the full view of him, one foot planted on the bed, his other leg extended out, both splayed in a way where his hand and his intentions were visible.

Not that that dick was hard to miss. Slowly, he pushed a hand up the length of him, gripping from where it lay, thick and heavy against his abs, the low groan instinctual when his thumb met the crown, already sticky with pearls of pre-cum. He did that a few more times, teasing the sensitive head with soft swipes until his hips began to rock, an involuntary lift that lay somewhere between craving more of the sensation or shuddering at the overstimulation of it all.

He only pulled his hand away briefly to lick at his palm, the salty sweetness of his arousal faintly lingering on his tongue when wet fingers returned to their work, slick enough to move with a glide that was teasing enough for the cameras and felt like more than enough for Sam.

The awareness of being alone on film slipped away--like he figured it would--once he really got into it. Even still, he never let these videos run long, anyway. They were usually just a little taste, a small gift for his growing number of fans and followers, and he was happy to oblige when he could.

A hard tug brought him back, a literal yanking out of wandering thoughts, and he pushed out a brief, airy chuckle at his body’s not so subtle reminder of the task at hand. Long fingers curled around the thick length, firming his grip with every upward stroke and tightening slightly when he reached the head, flicking his wrist in a way he knew could always get him off quick, and loud. 

Sure enough, by the fourth run of that wrist flicking twist the groans were heavier now, rough sounds that burned his throat, with exhales just as heavy with the sleep that seemed to be shifting out of his limbs the longer he played this early morning game of teasing.

Full lips parted slightly, tongue darting out to wet them, another coarse moan following after and with a clench of his jaw and a jerk of his hips he climaxed, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath while his hips rustled against the sheets, and he sank further into the pillows propping him against the headboard.

He continued to stroke himself, wringing out every bit of his release, watching the sticky white trail of it splash on his abs and dribble down his dick.

His free hand pushed at his hair, sunlight glinting off shoulder length blond locks when he moved them from his face, reddened mouth tugging into that signature Samson smile, adorably crooked and full of charm as peridot eyes focused on the camera when he uttered his first words for the day.