After last nights bit of rough Sam/Jack, asked for some bottom Sam:
After Midnight – Sometimes after a hunt, the hunter just needs to feel alive.
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Jack unlocked the motel room door. It was past midnight, but not near enough dawn. At least the hunt had gone well and the beast had been taken care of. They both should probably shower, but weary bones had them barely kicking off shoes, pants and over shirts before crawling into the bed, limbs tangling around each other. Comfort, safety.
Waking up only a few hours later, their lips met in the dark. Jack ran a hand through Sam’s sweat-damp hair. He moaned against Jack’s kiss before settling onto his back and pushing down his boxers.
It had been a rough hunt, and Jack understood the need to feel alive. The desire for connection, for heartbeat and sweat. For the taste of a lover on your tongue and a body moving hot against your own. He raised up on one elbow and cupped Sam’s scruffy cheek, kissing him slowly, parting his mouth to revel in the sweet-dark taste of his lover.