Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

but Sammy had caught him. His angel had not let him fall. He'd held him and taken care of him. Nothing was what it seemed, and nothing would ever be the same again, but he wasn't alone. He needed to be reminded of that. He needed life affirmation. He needed… just needed…
    Bran lifted himself up a little, crawling higher to reach Sam's face. His angel was studying him, eyebrows drawn together. Bran leaned over him, whispered "Samael" against his lips before capturing the man's mouth with his own.
    The kiss was not gentle or sweet. It was wild, and rough and perfect, and Sam gave as good as he got. They grabbed at each other— frantic hands searching, squeezing, pulling each other closer— attempting to climb into one another's bodies. It wasn't enough.
    Bran had been flipped onto his back once more in the frenzy, groaning as Sam's weight landed atop him. Yes . "Please. I need you Sammy."
    Sam pulled back and looked at him in confusion, and Brandon didn't wait for permission before reaching between them and fisting the man's enticing erection. Those dark blue eyes closed and he moaned deep in his throat, thrusting a few times. Bran let go and pushed him onto his back, grabbing the lube and crawling between his legs.
    He slicked up one hand and brought it around behind him to his hole, relishing the burn as he unceremoniously thrust two fingers inside. Using his other hand, he balanced himself enough to lean down and drag his tongue up the shaft of his lover, watching as his balls drew up and his cock waved hello.
    "Oh!" Samael, who had been watching him, reclining on his elbows, fell back on the bed and closed his eyes.
    Sam was so hard, his foreskin had withdrawn and the head was almost purple with blood. Bran licked at a bead of pre-cum on the tip, dipping his tongue in the slit a few times searching for more, before using his lips to nibble at whatever skin was left around his glans. He relished the sounds that Sammy made. The man's hands were scrambling for something to hold on to and his panting had turned into a breathy "Ha, ha, ha," sound that Bran loved.
    The whole time, Bran was fucking himself with his fingers, preparing himself for what was to come. He added a third finger before using the flat of his tongue on his lover's frenulum, laving the bundle of nerves on the underside of the head.
    Then he stopped, waiting until his Sammy looked at him. Reminding him where he was and who he was with; verifying it for himself in the process. He needed their connection right now, more than he did the act. When Sam looked up, Brandon sucked the whole cock into his mouth. The half groan, half shout made him pull back though. He didn't want it to be over before they'd even started.
    Bran was about ready anyway, and in the end, impatience won.
    Removing his fingers, he turned around to dig through the bedside table, coming back with a condom. He opened the packaging with his teeth, pulled it out, and rolled it down his lover's long, thick shaft, before coated it with more lube. When he was satisfied with his work, he crawled up his man's body— like a cat stalking its prey— taking his mouth in a feral kiss while straddling his hips.
    He leaned back, high on his knees, and reached under himself to place the cock where he wanted it. As it touched his hole, he looked directly at Samael. The man's pupils were so dilated that they almost took over his irises completely, making them look black. He saw confusion and desire in their depths. Continuing to hold Sam's gaze, he sat back, relaxing to take him inside. As the first ring of muscles released, Sammy grunted and jerked his hips, pushing a few more inches in and causing Bran to moan.
    "Brandon?" Samael panted out, eyes wide.
    "Feels so good... Ohgod… You feel so good."
    Bran rocked himself onto the shaft, slowly taking it in, until his balls rested on his lover's pelvis. Samael was magnificent, head thrown back, muscles bulging. He didn't think he'd ever seen a more awesome sight.
    Sam was not small by any means, so he stilled for a moment, giving his body a chance to adjust. Once he felt ready, he held his palms out to the man. "Give me your hands."
    Samael complied, and Brandon threaded their fingers together, using it as leverage to help him move. And move he did. He rode Sammy hard, lifting and falling, taking him as deep as he could. After a few minutes, Sam began to thrust in tandem with his movements, their breaths and moans filling the room. Bran had never