Sasuke gave no complaint - none verbal, at least. He opened his mouth just enough to let the other in, but no more, tongue teasing out just a little in invitation. Come play in the lion's den, then.

His hand left Sam's back to make easy work of the knot in his rope belt, that and the wrap it held up sagging forgotten to the floor around the spread of Sasuke's legs. He grunted at that hard buck, hooking ankle a little more firmly behind knee and bucking back almost as roughly. A shiver traced his body when Sam's demanding hands unzipped his jacket onto bare skin. The cool rush of air was only momentary discomfort, his own body heat soon pushing away any cold he might feel. Thoughts of not being an easy cock were long gone; the intensity of all this was pressing forward ideas only of pleasure and satisfaction... perhaps competition, aggression... but all ideas of pressing forward.