Sasuke gasped a great sucking of air at the upswing in the speed of Sam's hand, the sound catching in his throat. A shiver chased it; holding down a low groan, he rocked himself into that touch, and against Sam's own crotch. And again gasped at the next bite, eyes squeezing tight shut against the pain, hand snapping up from the other's belt loop to grip at his bare shoulder blade. Shit. Fuck, how could anything feel this damn good?

But at that question, a hard swallow bobbed in his throat. Black eyes peeled open, just a sliver, gauging the other's face. He hadn't really expected to meet the other's gaze, and his glare was dark and suspicious, hesitant, for just one moment. Being nude was one thing; being nude while the other remained clothed rankled, just a bit. But the chip in his head flashed a dozen split-second images through the front fringes of his mind - being held up and fucked against the wall he was already pressed against - Sam bending him over the nearest table - his arms bound behind his back as a cock was shoved into his mouth - and all of them made his own cock twitch hard under Sam's hand.