The attention on the nape of his neck had Sasuke quivering, rolling hips back against those grinding against his, moaning softly around the fingers in his mouth. He slathered those digits thickly with saliva, teasing the tip of his tongue over every crease and joint, shuddering low in his gut when their tips grazed near the back of his tongue. Fuck. He thought he might never have been this aroused in his life, and his hands twisted weakly against the grip on his wrists, wanting to touch... whether himself or the other, he wasn't even sure. Both, if he could have his way.

Sam's praise hit his ears and he groaned, headily, more loudly than before. His whole body pressed back against the other's - not in a shove or jolt this time, but catlike, smoothing himself against the other and just reveling in the heat and contact. He felt dizzy, and his cock ached. His legs, without his notice, slid just a little further apart. A bead of saliva built at the corner of his lips as his mouth worked, welled and then spilled, leaving a thin trail down the side of his chin. He couldn't find the agency to care.