It's intense- it's always intnense having Sam's mouth on his cock- but down there, enthused, skilled- hooks in twice as deep, dragging that banked heat in the pit of his gut out quicker than he'd thought possible. Delta flares to life enough to keep his knees from giving out entirely but it's a near thing, a sharp jolt down his spine and the insides of his thighs as he finally gets it in his head to pull Sam away by the hair. It gives him the room to crumple, straddling his lap, biting at his lips.

Too much too soon and he'll come before he's ready- but he's a knotted up mess, breath shallow, eye dark, heart jackhammering in his chest as he grinds their hips together- voice a ragged twist- "Want you, need you, come on Sam-"