I had to type this when I woke up because I was plagued by visions all night. Please enjoy some Sam Wilson x Dennis Dunphy morning-after vibes. Or not.
His bladder wakes him up earlier than he'd like, but Dennis makes sure not to disturb Sam as he gets out of bed. He plucks his underwear off the floor on his way back, slipping into them quickly.
In the low light of early morning, he takes in the sight of Sam. His face is relaxed, eyelashes pretty as ever, breathing softly. But, he's lying on his stomach with the sheet pooled around his waist, the smooth skin of his broad back on display, one knee peeking out, and Dennis just wants to kiss every inch of his body. Again.
So, he crawls back into bed and over to Sam. He kisses his left shoulder first, starting a slow trail to his neck, where he gives a little nip. Sam stirs beneath him when he gets to the bite marks by his right shoulder and hisses.
“Careful,” Sam mumbles sleepily.
“Hmm, that's not what you said last night.”
Dennis dodges a lazy swat from Sam and continues his kisses up his neck and behind his ear before making his way down. He keeps his pace slow along Sam's spine, and makes sure to turn his head minutely so that his beard grazes Sam's skin as he goes. His right hand follows his trail down Sam's side.
When the kisses reach his lower back, Sam arches into his touch before rolling over.
“Oh, so you're tryna start something this morning, huh?” Sam rasps.
“Nope,” he lies, and starts his new mission from below Sam's navel.
Dennis runs his tongue slowly up, stopping to kiss along Sam's breastbone. At this point, his hands are braced on either side of Sam, and Sam's hands have found their way into his hair. He turns his focus to Sam's pecs and grazes his nipple with his teeth.
Once again, Sam hisses due to the bite marks already present. Sam pulls him higher by the grip on his hair. Dennis kisses along his collarbones and the hollow of his neck. He avoids the front of Sam's neck, knowing good and well that there are both hickeys and bite marks.
Instead, he kisses along his jaw, from one side to the other as Sam turns his head. Sam's eyes are closed and his breathing picks up, and he pushes his body up against Dennis, so Dennis lets his body relax into him. He kisses one cheek, the tip of Sam's nose, the other cheek, and the middle of his forehead.
He takes a deep breath and enjoys the feeling of Sam against him. The warmth, the strength, and his heart beating in his chest. He thinks he might just be the luckiest man in the world right now: to be here with Sam Wilson; to be the kind of person Sam would open his heart, body, and home to. It causes his breath to hitch.
He opens his eyes to find Sam looking back at him curiously. He leans down and finally kisses Sam, just soft brushes of his lips, unsure how Sam feels about the whole morning breath situation.
And then Sam slips his tongue in, and now he's got an answer.
Sam rolls them over onto the side and tangles their legs together. He gives Dennis one last peck before pulling away with his left hand to Dennis’ chest. Dennis lifts Sam's hand to kiss his knuckles and lies back against his pillow. Sam props himself up on his right elbow and gently runs a finger along the surgical scar on Dennis’ sternum.
“I'm glad you're okay. This probably wouldn't have happened to you if you weren't trying to help me,” Sam says quietly.
“This is on Sterns– no one else. Don't do that to yourself. Hey, look at me,” he catches Sam's eye when he tries to look away. “Yeah, it hurt like hell. But, I fought like hell afterwards. I'm a fighter, Sam, and it was worth the fight. Plus, it adds to my whole ‘ruggedly handsome’ thing,” and he laughs at the unimpressed look Sam points his way.
But, Sam's face softens and he leans down to kiss the scar. Dennis shivers at that, so Sam does it again. He maneuvers himself over Dennis, and kisses down along his scar, and Dennis has to close his eyes before Sam sees the tears forming.
He pulls Sam back up for a kiss. Sam gets his legs on either side of him and relaxes his weight. Dennis wraps his arms around Sam's waist and rolls his hips.
Sam nips at his lip. “Oh? Is that what you want?”
Dennis lets his hand roam and squeezes Sam's ass. He grins so wide it hurts.
Sam laughs and shakes his head. And the smile on his face reminds Dennis how lucky he is to be alive.
(Look at this man ⬆️ he is SMITTEN)
