Sasuke's scream was long and wavering, changing pitch a few times as Sam thrust and jerked inside him, finally wavering out as he ran out of air, to be replaced by a few last gasps of wavering pleasure. He let his eyes roll back under closed lids as Sam gave those last few thrusts, groaning softly from the lingering eroticism of being fucked into even if the sensation itself was no longer directly stimulating. Shuddered, when Sam came, pressing his hips down deliberately and keeping himself clenched tight to increase the other's pleasure. Gods. Sometimes he thought being used as a vehicle for another's pleasure was half of what got him off, as much as his own stimulation.

Only when he felt Sam's body slowing did he relax, slumping a little between the other man and the wall. Fuck. That was more intense than anything he'd done in a long, long time. Though, at the end of it, he wasn't sure what the hell to do after sex with a relative stranger. So he stayed still, forehead tucked into Sam's shoulder, waiting for the other to make the first move.