The dull scratches combined with those words had Sam's expression darkening even further. He was too wrapped up in the moment to consider anything else, to think how he probably shouldn't when everything in him was screaming that it wanted this. His jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes on Sasuke's face.

Rough? Rough was something he could do. He hadn't got to often, not in a long while, but there was always a certain appeal to it deep down, feeding that darkness that always felt ever present in him even when he tried to ignore it. "Rough," he answered easily.

Rough as he'd dare anyway. He gave Sasuke a shove back to the nearest wall, using his considerable height, his weight to try and pin him there as his mouth went back to his neck, biting at him harder this time.