"Jesus fuck-" Tighter still and he didn't think he could. That they'd be able to bear it, his hand curled closed, knuckles grinding up against his prostate with every twitch, clench, and sigh. So slick, so impossibly tight, so goddamn surreal. "Yeah I do-"

He cants his head to the side, eye dragging a lovingly laconic line down the length of Sam's body to where his hand disappears between his thighs and back up again, locking tight on those teasing fingers tugging at Sam's already jangling nerves. "Like you're made for this. Being watched, fucking beautiful-"