chapter 6 (con't) - rated nc17 for smut

He was. He practically fell on the couch and pulled Sam down next to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him deeply, seriously, and every single thought in Sam's head fled his brain and rushed south.

They kissed until Sam couldn't see straight, until he could barely breathe, until he was sprawled out on the couch with Aurelian on top of him, the other man's long fingers tangled in his dark blond hair, hips moving down against him in slow, steady, rolling motions.

They kissed until Sam was so hard it hurt, until he reached down and grabbed Aurelian's ass (which was nice and firm and just the right size for Sam's hands), squeezing and encouraging the motion of those strong hips, until he thought his head was going to explode if someone didn't touch him, right now, please, until he tried to say something but could only moan, or occasionally whimper.

( cut for smut and horrible purple prose )