It's as close to a cry for mercy as he's ever heard. Sam's as clean as he's going to get him and honestly? He's just as strung out and tired. With one last loving thrust of his tongue he pulls away, lips dragging against the inside of Sam's thigh to drop an almost chaste kiss there. "Okay."

They're done. No more, they're finished. "Okay, I'm done."Crawling back up the line of Sam's body is an effort but he slots himself in like he belongs there (he does) and settles in at his throat like he'd been before, murmuring soft, soothing nonsense.