[well, have a watered down glare back, kiddo. Jase shrugged a little, his free set of fingers curling into soft blonde hair and tugging slightly] Stitches might open... sorry.
What? [Sam's eyes widen and he pulls back. Injured clients set off his alarms - it could be a set up, there could be a stupid ambulance chasing lawyer right outside the door waiting to sue Sam for all he's worth (which would currently be less than a hundred bucks).] What the hell's wrong with you, dude?
[Jase sighs, rolling his eyes] Relax. It's not gonna show up on your libel.. this was my own fault. [or, more specifically, the guy who had a gang ambush him on the drop so he got a knife into his shoulder. Still. He was swimming with the fishes now.. literally]
[He relaxes a bit more at that. He smiles a little, leaning in to kiss him again while carding a hand up the back of Jase's hair.] That's what I like to hear. If you start bleeding I'm charging you extra. I don't like blood.
...Fine. [his fingers curl into his hip firmly, urging little cants of his hips. Mmh. Where were they?] C'mon... [he breathes to his lips, biting into the lower swiftly tugging]
[Sam parts his lips and presses his tongue against Jase's mouth, pulling him down onto the bed. He pushes his discarded shirt into the floor, wiggling his hips a little to get his already unzipped jeans off as well. His hands travel over Jase's back, carefully avoiding his shoulder.]
It's all right. If I minded, I wouldn't be underneath you right now. [Have another boyish smile as he parts his legs, nipping at his lips again. He reaches over blindly to grab a condom from the bedside table.] What'd you do to your shoulder anyway? Here, put this on.
Fell on a knife.. [he rolls the condom over, hissing slightly at the sight of him like that, kissing him again as his hands span along his sides, pinning his hips roughly beneath him...
The adrenaline from the hunt and the kill still courses faintly through him and he meant when he said he wouldn't be gentle... but he asks anyway -]
How're you on marks? [as his teeth nip and sink into his neck, suckling softly at the skin]
You fell on a knife... [Sam repeats it slowly, his grin widening in disbelief.] Is that my cue to stop asking questions?
[He lets out a soft exhale as he feels his teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck.] Marks are okay. Within reason. [The lube is beside him, and he squirts some out with a practiced hand, then slides it between them, moving lower until he grasps Jase's cock, slicking it over the condom.]
Smart kid - uhn. [he groans, biting his lip as he arches a little to his touch, his own hand curling about the nape of his neck, fingers threading slowly through the sparse, shorter hairs...
Marks are okay, he thinks, lowering his lips to brush against his ear softly, trace the lobe with his teeth and nibble before they settle warmly on his neck again, always returning to that as he feels him slick him up. Suckling soft bruises just under, at his collarbone as fingers meet his, search for the lube to coat them. Pausing...] Open yourself up for me, or let me do it... pick.
Since you're injured, I'll do it for you. [More lube, and then he's slipping his hand between them again, canting his hips a little as he presses two fingers into himself. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, letting his eyes slide shut as he crooks his fingers inside himself, rotating them gently before adding a third. He takes another moment, shivering lightly as he finally pulls out, opening his eyes hazily.] Ready?
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[his hips roll, bare to his as he meets his eyes and smirks] You might, though - sorry, I'm not gonna be gentle right now.
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The adrenaline from the hunt and the kill still courses faintly through him and he meant when he said he wouldn't be gentle... but he asks anyway -]
How're you on marks? [as his teeth nip and sink into his neck, suckling softly at the skin]
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[He lets out a soft exhale as he feels his teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck.] Marks are okay. Within reason. [The lube is beside him, and he squirts some out with a practiced hand, then slides it between them, moving lower until he grasps Jase's cock, slicking it over the condom.]
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Marks are okay, he thinks, lowering his lips to brush against his ear softly, trace the lobe with his teeth and nibble before they settle warmly on his neck again, always returning to that as he feels him slick him up. Suckling soft bruises just under, at his collarbone as fingers meet his, search for the lube to coat them. Pausing...] Open yourself up for me, or let me do it... pick.
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