Another delicious shiver chased through Sasuke as Sam talked; the smirk broadened on his face even as he tilted his chin up and to one side, exposing his throat in a very animalistic show of submission. Yes. This was the byplay he wanted, the verbal back-and-forth. The very words sent a rush of heat through his exposed cock even before the physical contact.

And hnnn, when Sam's hand wrapped around him, the heat fucking tripled. Sasuke's eyelids fluttered half-shut; his spine rolled a slow curve in time with the moan issuing from his parted lips. His body automatically attempted a thrust before registering that he was still pinned by a much larger body, and Sam's hand wasn't moving. A prickling sensation cascaded down his neck and shoulders as his hackles rose, and a soft, frustrated growl left between lips still curled into a smirk.

"That depends," he panted, dark eyes glinting with hungry amusement. "Do you want me to fight it, Sam?" His voice dripped with the tone of his smirk, teasing, goading, taunting with possibilities. "So that you can hold me down while I do?"