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When Sam first admitted his desire to get his scent all over Max, he mocked Sam by asking if it was because he's a dog. That got a swat to his head that Max didn't mind because that could be like a prologue to their bedroom activities. And so it is when Sam strips for Max while he preps himself. Max giggles as Sam draws him up into his lap and gets to work, licking him and rubbing his forehead into Max's fur.
"Y'know, since you let me do this do you have any suggestions for our romp in the sheets this time around, pal?"
"Don't call it romp in the sheets," Max says, humming with pleasure as Sam licks the curve of his hip. "You could put on a tougher face. Like one o' those detective guys from those boring old movies you like."
"I dunno if I could keep that up, little buddy."
"Doesn't have to be the entire time! Just a little," Max replies. "Though I gotta admit whenever ya strip like that everythin' ya do makes me horny."
Sam sighs but gives a little laugh too. "I gotta admit that you can be annoying in bed, Max."
"Mmh, what do you do with me when I'm annoying? Gonna make me scream?"
Sam doesn't answer right away. His hands are roaming over Max's body, making him heat up and feel anticipation for their nightly activities. It always feels good whenever Sam's got his hands on him.
"Remember when we were in our twenties," Sam says, rubbing Max's back as his nose presses to his collarbone, "An' whenever you were really annoying I'd pull you up by the ears and throw you about fifty feet?"
"Yeah, now I got a thing for when you yank on my ears so what does that tell ya?"
"You're living up to your reputation as a rabbit," Sam replies. He licks Max's chest and goes up to his cheek.
"Rude, Sam."
Max squirms around, deliberately grinding against Sam, trying to get him riled up. He gives a particular sound that he only makes in bed, one that he knows Sam loves. It's followed up by a delighted moan as Sam's hands reach down and squeeze his hips like he's keeping his little buddy restrained.
"Don't move," Sam says with a growl, a facsimile of being ferocious. Something for Max, to play into what he'd want for this foreplay. Max grins widely as he thinks of what a real softie his husband can be. His heels bounce against Sam's back and he gives a delighted moan when Sam bites his shoulder. He pulls back to look at Max, loosening his hands.
"I said for ya to stay still," Sam continues, his fingers tracing down the curve of Max's neck, teasing. His thumb presses lightly down like a print where he will bite next.
"You know I never listen to anyone," Max says. "I like being bad."
Sam huffs air through his nose, seemingly a little annoyed with Max making the obvious segue. He kindly continues that train of thought, "So you're a bad boy?"
Max can't help it - he bursts into laughter, hearing Sam say that so flatly. "I didn't think you would actually say it, Sam!"
"You're awful cute when ya mock me, Max."
"I know, Sam - " Max is cut off when Sam bites down on his shoulder again, the pain of it sending a delighted shock through Max's system. His legs tremble. He cants his hips up to rub against Sam's stomach and he can't help his teasing again if it'll spur Sam into doing what he's doing.
"Ooh, so vicious," Max coos. He squirms around just to be annoying and hopefully continue to rile up Sam to play into the little persona he trotted out just for Max. "Hmm? You think you can do anythin'? Better pin me down if you wanna do what you like with me."
"It's good to know that you ain't ever gonna be subtle, Max," Sam replies dryly.
"You want me t' beg for it then?" Max asks, grinding against him. He tries not to pant, it feels good to get that friction.
"Hmm? Didn't know you could," Sam teases, licking up his chest again.
Max is all grins when he says with syrupy sweetness, "Sammy, can't ya tie me up and fuck me really hard?"
His grin gets wider when he feels exactly how much that turned his husband on. Sam temporarily diverts his attention to the clothes hanging off the bed. He brushes around for his tie and when he finds it uses it to tie Max's wrists together.
"That good, pal?" Sam asks, looking over his handiwork.
"Perfect, Sam."
Sam responds by tossing him onto the bed like a chunk of ham. Max makes a little, "Oof!" noise as he bounces on the mattress and he almost complains. But his attention is very much taken up by Sam looming over him, having this look in his eyes like Max is about to be devoured sexually. It's a little embarrassing how quickly that makes Max feel hot and bothered.
He tries to play it off by saying, "What, you gonna stay there all day, Sam?" 'M not a hunk of meat ya know."
"Technically we're all hunks of meat, li'l pal," Sam says as his nose nudges against Max's chest. He licks at Max's fur as he takes in his scent and that sensation sends tingles down Max's spine.
"Guess that means I'll have to eat you someday," Max says, deliberately making it ambiguous as to whether it's about cannibalism or being sexually lavicious. He does that because he knows for sure it annoys Sam.
"Shut the hell up, Max."
Max giggles. He gives a roll of his hips to indicate to Sam that he's still eager to get this show on the road and his giddiness increases when Sam gets the memo and gets back to work on working him up.
Max groans as Sam licks down his stomach. He feels his muscles flex involuntarily as Sam bites at Max's skin, nipping at his pudgy belly and his hips. His hands squeeze down on the tie keeping his wrists together, he gasps when Sam continues downward and licks his thighs. Sam's teeth bite down and his mouth gently sucks at the skin. He's gonna leave hickies on Max's thighs and the thought makes his dick twitch.
"Ah-hah... that feels good..." he manages, his voice hitching when Sam bites down hard. He wants those marks on his thighs, he wants to get fucked so hard he wouldn't be able to walk the next day. Maybe he'll get what he wants when Sam reaches up to grasp at his thighs and gently spreads them apart.
"Still good, Max?" Sam asks, eyeing the tie that he used to bind Max's wrists.
"If I don't like any of it I'll screech like a banshee an' make your ears bleed," Max says, and so they reach an understanding. But that wasn't hard because this was Sam and Max could only see a life with the big guy anyway.
It shows that they've got a number of years together when Sam gives one more lick and bite to Max's stomach. It's like a taste of devotion when Sam languidly licks at the head of Max's dick. Then it's the pinnacle of devotion when Sam slowly sinks down until he reaches the hilt, gently sucking and holding onto Max's trembling thighs.
Max is soon rendered unable to say anything except gasp and moan, "Sam, Sam, Sam," his hands clenching together and his upper body writhing in the sheets. His legs are kept firmly still by Sam's hands. He can't do much but let his head fall back and moan obscenely, feel the staggering heat envelope him. It stays like this for a torturous amount of time and Max can feel his climax near ready to overtake him.
It's almost horridly cruel that Sam pulls off just before Max was going to hit his orgasm. It leaves Max panting desperately, his legs trying to rub together for needed friction but Sam's firm hands are still keeping his legs spread. He bucks helplessly into the open air.
"Sam! I was close," He whines. He gives a begging whimper, pulling out all the stops for Sam to give him what he needs. He doesn't quite get what he wwnts because Sam elects to leave more bites on his thighs.
"You're so patient, little buddy," Sam says in a way that's almost coyly mocking him. "My good boy."
Max groans at that little mockery coming back to bite him. "Shut up and - do something, anything. Stick your dick in my mouth if you wanna, and we'll get to it."
"Hmm? Are you in a position to be givin' orders, little pal? Kinda seems like ya can't do nothin' when you're like this," Sam says, his hands tantalizingly rubbing at Max's hips. He pulls Max into his lap, with Max's back against his stomach and just to prove that Sam isn't too cruel when it comes to his buddy he's thumbing at Max's dick. It makes him groan.
"I can still bite you, idiot."
"You're a real scary bunny," Sam says, lapping at his neck. Max gives a shuddery breath and rubs his backside against Sam's throbbing prick.
"Please? Sam, c'mon..."
"Mmh..." There's a rumble in Sam's throat and goddammit if that doesn't send heat right to Max's core. He whines and doesn't care how desperate the sound is. Sam murmurs, "What do you want, little buddy?"
"Just fuck me already," Max begs.
His back goes ramrod straight and he moans when Sam lifts him up and eases into him. He's making loud aroused noises as Sam gets him down to the hilt, the fullness of it feeling impossibly hot. Max's legs shake, his dick twitches in the open air and he needs more. The way how Sam feels inside him is near divine but it isn't anywhere close to making him reach his climax.
"Ah - ah, Sammy... you gotta - please, harder."
Max makes a choked noise of relief as Sam curls over him, keeping a firm arm around his stomach and thrusting in deeper because of this better angle. He presses his back to Sam's stomach, slotting them close together. Max can hear Sam's moans next to his ears and it's so much, but he can't get enough. The sounds of sex are lewd and filthy, ravenous in how much both of them need it.
"So good for me, little pal," Sam says, biting at his ear. "You take me so good..."
"I gotta lot of practice," Max replies. "You always - nnh, ah - always askin' what I wanna do so - "
"Yeah?" Sam manages, apparently overtaken by the heat between them for a moment before he gets his barrings and holds onto Max to fuck into him.
"What do you wanna - do to me?" Max asks, his voice stuttering off into a moan as Sam slams into him just right. His tied hands flex into fists as Sam nibbles at his throat, sending electricity up his spine.
"I wanna make you cum," Sam murmurs against his shoulder. "Gonna fill you up."
God, that sounds so good. Max is aching for it. He gasps as Sam continues to bite along his skin, his heart hammering in his ears when Sam pulls back and does a particularly hard series of thrusts. He's making good on his promise to make Max cum, and he can't wait to be pulled over the edge. Sam hits that bundle of nerves within him especially good and Max keens.
"A-a-ahh! Sam! Ah, God..."
Fuck, it's times like this that Max loves Sam so much it hurts and he wasn't one to say it out loud but it bleeds out into everything. It bleeds out into how he's gasping Sam's name and relishing how his hands grasp onto his hips.
Sam's love is bleeding into how he bites the nape of Max's neck as he pushes in deep, holding there until he fills Max up. It's warm, he loves hearing the growl that Sam makes as he thrusts as deep as he can in the wake of his climax. It's good, it's so good that Max's body does a full shudder. He's gasping and moaning again though when Sam stays to the hilt and rubs along Max's dick until he cums, hard.
Max's vision whites out for a good three seconds and his head is pounding when he comes back to himself. Vertigo goes through his head and he still feels euphoria at Sam buried deep in him. He's panting and Sam is so gentle when he pulls out.
Sam doesn't let him fall into the mess they've made as Max was near about to tip over into it. He scoops Max up into his arms and unties his hands. Sam keeps him cradled against his chest as he rubs at the indents that the tie left in Max's wrists.
"Sam, I think you turned my brains to mush," Max says dreamily as Sam reaches up and strokes his face.
"So nothing changed then?"
To Sam's credit he laughs when Max gives a bite to his fingers. Max's body turns to jelly as that last bit of playfulness is fulfilled, purring as Sam holds him. He really feels spoiled. The bites that Sam left on him tingle. He can't wait to see how the bruises will remain.
"Sleepy, Max?" Sam asks, thumbing at his shoulder.
"Yeah." He pushes himself up to kiss his husband, making little noises as Sam deepens the kiss. Max's lowered to the bed again and keeps his arms around Sam's neck. When they part Max is panting and grinning. "Think I'm gonna conk out now."
Sam settles down onto his side, wrapping his arms around Max. "You wanna take a bath in the morning then, little pal?"
"Mmh-hmm." Max nuzzles his head into the crook of Sam's neck, letting sleep finally take him.