Sasuke didn't hesitate, moving slowly only from the effects of lust on his balance, not from any want not to obey. It took him a moment, hands and arms bracing him carefully against the wall - and then, one reaching out to grip Sam's shoulder, firm, grounding. His cheekbones held a slightly darker flush than that of arousal alone, and for a moment his gaze was directed up at the other through the slight haze of dark lashes.

Then he chuckled, breathy and open, tilting his head back to look Sam more directly in the eye at the same time as he lifted one foot to hook on the waist of Sam's jeans, hauling them down a little further. "Fuck me like you mean it, then."