If Sasuke had had the sense to hear himself properly, he'd have turned scarlet at the sound of the desperate, high pitch of the noise that muffled against Sam's mouth when the other pressed him harder against the wall, at the hunger he exuded for that roughness. As he was, he only held the other man closer, strangling yet another pleasured noise up from his throat for the grip on his cock. He thought he'd lost his mind when Sam's hand drove straight into a fast pace with no buildup, and the next pleading noise broke him away from the kiss so he could gasp for air.

His back bowed so that his forehead could bury in against Sam's neck, body jerking with the other's thrusts and pumps, gasps and half-screams wringing out as his body tightened up. The friction, the slams against that sweet spot inside him - in a flash out of nowhere he saw white, felt his whole body tense to a single point and yet release, and felt the distant echo in his throat that came with a full-bodied scream. Splatters of cum landed on Sam's hand, both men's bellies and chests... hell, he came hard enough that a few flecks landed on his own chin and cheek.