WRITE ABOUT THEM FUCKING PLS
Jared’s a little overwhelmed by the Scottish man standing in front of him, to be honest. He’s not taller than him, or anything, but he’s definitely -- wider. More muscular. Like, a lot more muscular. “Uh,” he stutters out, running a hand through his hair. “So --”
Sam smiles, reaching out to touch Jared’s lower lip. “You seem a wee bit nervous, lad. Why’s that?”
Jared gives a nervous half-smile, blushing a little bit. “You’re just so, uh - big.” His eyes pan down his chest, every single muscle defined. And his thighs? Jesus fucking Christ - they could kill a man. It’s hard enough not to look at his boxers, (clearly) large cock straining against them.
“Aye,” Sam murmurs, and he’s cradling Jared’s face, moving forward to kiss him suddenly, warm tongue pushing into his mouth. “But it’s not like yer small yerself, Jared.” He starts to push him back towards the mattress. He cocks his head to the side. “Just a little on the skinny side. Don’t worry - I’ll be gentle with ye.”
Jared groans, easily falling back onto the mattress, legs spreading wide to accommodate Sam as he presses on top of him. “Fuck,” he groans out. His own cock is achingly hard, practically popping out of his boxers.
Sam doesn’t say anything, just starts rubbing against him, running his hand up and down Jared’s exposed thigh. He nuzzles at his neck before lightly biting him, smiling into the red mark.
Jared grabs at his shoulders - holy God, he’s huge - and starts to push his hips up, grinding against him. “Please --”
“Please what?” Sam teases, fingers brushing along the waistband of Jared’s boxers.
“Fuck me,” he replies, already sweaty and breathless. He writhes on the mattress, long hair fanned out on the pillow.
Sam’s own hair - also long, but fiery red - falls over his eyes. “Who am I to deny ye, hm?”
