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A shiver ran up Sam's spine as he pressed down and rocked his hips forward. The nimble fingers of the man he had pressed solidly against the couch beneath them, seemingly chasing that tremor until they landed on his hips. Hesitant enough to be a request for permission. One he agreed to alright. A low, hungry growl into the pale mouth he was slowly devouring before he remembered to actually say his consent. Thankfully it didn't take more than a gruff “Go on” before those hands were exploring the full range of Sam's back and arse.
Vimes hands gripped firmly in mass of shoulder length, lush, black hair as he all but bent the man in half over the back of the couch. Each tug on those raven locks or press against the needy erection trapped under him then eliciting the ghost of a new noise. Ones that Vimes tasted against his own tongue as he fought with himself to stay quiet. He didn't want to miss a single sound.
Vimes loved it. He wanted more. The sounds, the quiet breaking of self restraint Vetinari showed to him. All of it making Vimes hungry. He needed to know what noises this refined man could make if he were to let go. The mental image of this ridiculously beautiful man trembling, strung out and very satisfied beneath him was driving Vimes wild.
Pulling away just long enough to breath and take in the sights. What was the point of a pretty view if you didn't stop to appreciate it now and again. The slightly parted, kissed ruddy lips as it seemed to splash colour haphazardly across a normally pale face was absolutely lovely. The small panting gasps and way those blue eyes struggled to focus had Sam wetter than he'd been in years. Without letting go of his hold on the taller man's hair, Sam pressed down and slowly rolled his hips forward, overtop of the straining erection. Watching his lordship shudder under the sensation was all he wanted right now.
“Fuck. Well aren't you pretty. Come on, talk to me. I need to know you're still in there.” Sam's smile was all teeth but he couldn't help it. Tracing a hand down the thin, pale neck as he waited for his boss’ reply. A light pressure that seemed to get the man's attention back from where he had gone in the nearly half an hour since this had started.
Vetinari's voice was showing a bit of strain as blue eyes locked with his own amber ones. “I am perfectly fine Captain.” The alertness in Havelock's eyes was coming back and it made the, no doubt vicious grin on Vimes face, turn just a touch more cruel as he pressed firmly onto the thin throat under his splayed hand. The small twitch upwards, of thin hips that he got in reply had Vimes practically growling the next thing into the side of the pale flesh just under Havelock's ear.
“Oh really? Shame. I was hoping to break that tight hold you have. I guess I'm just not doing it for you.” He allowed his words to tumble out. Not stopping long enough to be interrupted but slowly enough to linger. “We can stop anytime, your lordship. You just say the word and I'll go.” Sam went to stand up. He had been straddling Vetinari's hips for long enough that his legs were getting sore. He could feel the cooling slick as his underclothes were no longer pressed tight to his cunt. The lost of pressure from where Sam had practically been laying on the other man, giving Vetinari more room to breathe. Room Havelock did not seem particularly happy to have. Definitely something to keep in mind for next time.
Sam watched more so then listened over the next few minutes. Watched for any signs that this wasn't something the other man wanted. Maybe, a small part of him looking for any signs of rejection. Not everyone was willing to keep going once he stripped. The lack of a dick somehow making the few other men he's gotten to this point with, think he wasn't fully capable of wrecking them. Tamping down on the sudden surge of anger at the possibility that he could have been wrong; again.
Sam hadn't realized just how nervous he had become as he waited for them both to strip. The relief when he looked up and only saw the same subtle eager submissiveness from Havelock as before was staggering.
Sam could work with this. Even if Vetinari was a tall bastard. Good thing it wouldn't take long to fix that. His hips could use a small break anyway.
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The feeling of a surprisingly solid weight on Vimes lap was nice. It certainly gave his hands a lot more space to roam over the athletic body now trying to hold still under Sam's attentions.
“Too bad I left everything at home.” Sam's one hand pinning thin, pliant wrists in place at the small of Havelock's lower back as his free hand began teasing the eager cock pressing lightly into his lower belly. Watching transfixed as a drop of precum formed and then dripped down Havelock's shaft as he spoke. “I would love to have you riding me properly sometime. Instead we're just going to have to make due.”
It took a change in how Havelock angled his hips but oh was it worth it. The man's cock now snugly trapped between Sam's thicker thighs. He could feel the head of his own cock as it touched Havelock's own hearty member. The friction making his insides twitch with want in response.
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It didn't take much encouragement before Havelock was rocking his hips. Pressing his cock into the increasingly slick space in front of the soft folds just under the Captain’s prick. He was getting dizzy. Breathing in small pants and gasps as his backside was handled by rough, calloused hands. The occasional sharp stinging slap to his ass only making it harder to keep his hips going in a rhythm. To hold it together. The feeling of wet heat just teasing the head of his cock as he was rutting forward would be his undoing. Havelock felt the moment Sam shifted his own hips just enough. It was only enough for about a third of him to find it's way inside but oh gods was it too much. Havelock knew he was talking. He knew he had to be saying something but for the life of him, he couldn't tell you what he said.
The last of Havelock's own climax was met with a sudden clenching around him as Sam came. Sam's arms wrapping Havelock in a crushing embrace as Sam forced their bodies to continue moving to ride it out. Once it was over Havelock all but fell forward onto Vimes chest. His arms no longer pinned behind him but certainly not able to move forward to catch himself before his head came to rest on the shorter man's shoulder.
The feeling of Sam's hands as they soothed up and down his back making it nearly impossible to stay awake. By the time he awoke again, he was relatively clean and wrapped around the sturdy warm body of his; we'll, perhaps in the future they could put a name to what they were. For now, his only desire was to succumb to much needed sleep. A genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his head rested on Sam's chest. Lulled back to sleep by the even tide of a steady heartbeat and deep, eventually breathing.