When Sam pulled his fingers away, Sasuke parted his lips, opened his mouth wide enough to let most of the coating saliva remain slathered over the digits, rather than brushed back into Sasuke's mouth as it would be with a sucking withdrawal. And, hard as he was breathing, he couldn't bring himself to close it again, panting open-mouthed, little hitches and gasps of breath quietly dropping from his lips.

And, when Sam touched his entrance, a sharper, louder gasp, chased immediately by a moan. Also open-mouthed, and so, loud and desperate. He shuddered, face heating again, but an attempt to grit his teeth lasted only a second before he was gasping all over again. "Fuck..."

At first, his hands fell limp when released, dragging down the wall just to brace palms against the cool surface on either side of himself, grounding, steadying. One slid down then, slowly, finding and palming his length and forcing him to release another, softer groan. The ache subsided with a few quick pumps, and his hips twitched, pressing hopefully back toward the finger that was making something else twitch. The world swayed. His left hand, still on the wall, dropped just enough that he could brace his whole forearm to steady; his other left his cock and dug nails in at his own thigh. Steady.

"Gods you're a fucking tease, aren't you?" No, no need to worry about Sasuke even thinking about trying to get away.