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Sam pushed down hard, making sure that Jacob got a good feel of his entire body before finally lifting his head and looking down. Jacob looked incredibly stunned by the takedown, he was still staring back at Sam with dazed hunger. 2

Having his mouth at Jacob's throat had nearly broke him, and his teeth were throbbing in his mouth. He had to breath deeply a couple of times to calm them into retracting. It scared him when he thought of how close he had come to biting Jacob. Right there on the floor. The small taste that Sam had accidentally received had sent his system into total overdrive, making his stomach clench with hunger and his mind command that he feed. From Jacob. 3

And when Sam realized that Jacob was mad about his reaction, it hadn’t helped the situation. Seeing Jacob stand up and show his aggression had been a monstrous turn on. In fact, as Sam looked down at him now, he had to try with everything inside of him not to flip Jacob over, grasp his hips and take what he felt should belong to him. He wanted that. To have Jacob as his own. To mark him. To make it so that no one else would touch him. 4

But he had no rights. 5

He had no rights to claim Jacob as his own, especially when he had no intension of keeping him around for anything more than sex. Or was he? Fuck. His mind was one big mud pile that he seemed to have no control over at the moment and as he stared down at Jacob, he again saw Sea. His beautiful Sea. 6

“Sam?” 7

“What is it, lover?” Sam asked without thinking. He had always called Sea lover or Beloved. He shook his head and cleared his vision, seeing Jacob clearly, “What?” 8

Jacob’s hand came up and cupped Sam’s cheek. “Your eyes are far away. What are you thinking?” 9

“Nothing.” Sam moved his hip without thinking and a blast of pleasure flew up his sides and into the back of his head. He tilted his head back and groaned deeply, moving again in a deliberately slow circle, rubbing his sex just next to Jacob’s, which was rock hard and throwing off enough heat to create a sauna. 10

Jacob shut his eyes and gripped Sam’s shoulders, moving his hips in opposition to Sam’s, so that they were in a sense rubbing each other. Sam suddenly sat back and whipped his shirt over his head and reached down to pull at the bottom of Jacob’s. “I want to feel you,” he said while pulling the fabric away. “And I want you to feel me.” 11

Jacob didn’t protest and Sam pulled the shirt over his shoulders and head, leaning down and kissing Jacob right at the base of his throat. Jacob arched his neck to give better access and Sam slowly moved around with his lips, exploring Jacob’s shoulder line, pecs and sternum. He was sitting so that his ass was right against Jacob’s arousal and as he kissed his way around his chest, he offered a gentle but firm rub that had Jacob groaning and wriggling around. 12

When Sam let his lips close around one of Jacob’s small but firm nipples, the man shouted out loud and lifted his side to press closer into Sam. He reached up and cupped Sam’s head, holding it down against him, “Harder, Sam. Suck me harder. God…bite down on me…” 13

Sam smiled against Jacob’s chest, letting his mouth leave the spot as he looked up at Jacob, “You like that?” 14

“Fuck yea,” Jacob replied. 15

Sam pinched Jacob’s side, making the man flinch. “Don’t curse.” 16

“Please…” Jacob wriggled under Sam and pushed up with his hips, making sure Sam got a good feel of what was going on between his hips. 17

Sam smiled and lowered his mouth to Jacob’s, “Please what?” he whispered against Jacob’s lips. “Tell me what you want.” Sam was usually the one ordering, but for some reason, he felt like having Jacob dominate the situation. HE wanted to please, and he wanted Jacob to tell him how to do it. 18

“God, Sam, just…fu…please touch me,” Jacob breathed reaching down and grasping Sam’s hand and pulling it up to his stomach and flatting their palms. “Touch me.” 19

“Put my hand where you want it,” Sam commanded, “Show me how to touch you.” 20

Jacob blushed but reached back over to cover Sam’s hand. He slowly pushed it down, letting his palm rub against the soft skin of his stomach. Jacob had a thin line of hair leading down from his belly button to his cute little belt, disappearing under it for later discovery. “Take my belt off, Sam, please….” 21

Sam again sat fully back and went to work, pulling the belt away and whipping it free, lifting it over his head then slapping it against the carpet in a wicked way. His eyes lit with the possibilities, but he set it aside for later possible use. “Now what?” 22

“Just fuc…, just touch me.” Jacob pleaded again wriggling and trying to move so that Sam had access to his throbbing erection. Sam just smiled and shook his head. 23

“You show me how to.” Control was such a turn on. “Take my hand.” 24

Jacob did and with a groan, used his other hand to unbutton his pants and push the zipper down. When they were open enough, Jacob lifted Sam’s hand and pushed it inside, again shouting when Sam’s cold but firm palm gripped him tightly. 25

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From Sam’s balcony, two eyes watched in pure and undiluted rage. Two hands gripped the silver rails hard enough to turn knuckles white…27