Pulling away from Sam's mouth, Blaine sat back on his hips, watching as Sam writhed beneath him, flushed, kiss swollen lips parted as he gasped for breath. "Don't you dare cum yet," he growled and Sam whimpered but nodded as Blaine moved between his spread thighs.
With a lubed finger, Blaine traced Sam's hole, maddeningly slow, pulling a groan from him. With a smirk, Blaine said, "Keep your hands on the headboard like a good boy. No touching yourself. You're just gonna lay there and let me stretch you open until you can take my cock and then I'm going to fuck the cum right out of you. You can do it, can't you Sam? Cum without either as putting a hand on your cock?"
The cock in question gave a twitch, a healthy gob of pre-cum losing out to smear on his abs, but again Sam nodded. "Yeah," he murmured, licking his lips and gazing into Blaine's eyes. "I can. I want it so bad…Ah!"
His voice cut off in a cry of pleasure, throwing his head back as Blaine breached him with one finger. Sam's body clenched around his finger and Blaine groaned himself, eager to bury himself inside Sam.