"I got you-" Slow, so goddamn slow, letting him take it as much as he can. As much as he can stand without hurting himself before making that last press and-

Fuck.

It's like the air's knocked out of him because he's in. Tight and clasped to the wrist in that velvety heat- the moan that rips out of him is rough and obscene. "Jesus christ, Sam."

This close, this hard, this knotted up and fucking beautiful- "Look at you."