( he's got a feeling sam wasn't going to hit the sack just yet, and while he's every bit tempted to get up and follow right after her, he keeps to himself while she refastens her bottoms, presses herself up from where she'd sat beside him and tuts her way toward the darkened hall at the rear end of the bender. of course she'd keep those fucking heels on—if he has anything to say about it, they'll be on for awhile still to come. sam's still fingering through one of the books at his side and the laptop reflecting a blue glare against his features. )
C'mon, Sam. The bastards can wait a night. ( it only earns a dry huff of a laugh, a tilt at the edge of his brothers lips. he's able to quickly do up his jeans again, having to tuck his length open so the bulge wouldn't be so obvious when he finally stood, grabbing for the neck of his beer bottle. he'd noted the way she'd turned when she'd met the hall, already debating which room he wanted to tug her into, or if he'd rather just press her chest to the cold of the wall and fuck her against it, hand clamped over her mouth.
it's when this kind of energy, hot and demanding, courses through him that part of his psyche is tugged back to when he'd had the mark, tossing bottle in the trash at the edge of the library. and that's where he leaves sam, still studious and quiet, putting up a new challenge on the horizon: keeping her quiet enough that his brother wouldn't hear. he looms knowingly down the corridor, and when he spots her lithe frame his cock gives a twitch in anticipation, chest a fury of heat.
he waits until he's just a step away to grab at her hip, jarring her back against the wall with a lack of delicacy. free hand goes right back to that heat between her thighs, ripping open the button and zipper, clear that he wasn't quite in the mood for any more foreplay. he growls, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss, free hand running up the nape of her neck to make a fistful of her hair. a break, lips fumbling against hers. )
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C'mon, Sam. The bastards can wait a night. ( it only earns a dry huff of a laugh, a tilt at the edge of his brothers lips. he's able to quickly do up his jeans again, having to tuck his length open so the bulge wouldn't be so obvious when he finally stood, grabbing for the neck of his beer bottle. he'd noted the way she'd turned when she'd met the hall, already debating which room he wanted to tug her into, or if he'd rather just press her chest to the cold of the wall and fuck her against it, hand clamped over her mouth.
it's when this kind of energy, hot and demanding, courses through him that part of his psyche is tugged back to when he'd had the mark, tossing bottle in the trash at the edge of the library. and that's where he leaves sam, still studious and quiet, putting up a new challenge on the horizon: keeping her quiet enough that his brother wouldn't hear. he looms knowingly down the corridor, and when he spots her lithe frame his cock gives a twitch in anticipation, chest a fury of heat.
he waits until he's just a step away to grab at her hip, jarring her back against the wall with a lack of delicacy. free hand goes right back to that heat between her thighs, ripping open the button and zipper, clear that he wasn't quite in the mood for any more foreplay. he growls, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss, free hand running up the nape of her neck to make a fistful of her hair. a break, lips fumbling against hers. )
Don't like to behave, huh?