Warning: Explicit Content (;

Sammy

As soon as I felt his lips on mine again, I couldn't repress a sigh of relief.

His hands had tangled themselves into my almost undone bun, tugging gently as he held me flush against him. When a moan escaped his own lips, I hastily slid these damn boxing gloves off. I wanted to touch him. Feel his delicate skin against my rougher hands.

His lips were unimaginably soft as they moved against my own. When I took his bottom lip in between my teeth, I heard another moan escape his lips.

"Fuck, Dante.." I groaned against him. With my hands now free from the gloves, I was able to cup his chin further up, granting me more access with this passionate kiss. Then my hand moved further down to his neck. I could still feel the sweat moisture from our training today.

There was so much here I wanted to explore, I felt like I would never have enough time. My hand then moved to the hem of his shirt, before I slipped it underneath the thin fabric. His whole body was hot and sweaty while my fingers were an icy cold contrast. It made Dante shiver against me as my tongue danced against his bottom lip, asking for entry.

When he granted me that access, I let my hand glide up his body towards his nipples, giving them each a light squeeze between my index finger and thumb. That made Dante back responsively arch, before his hips buckled towards me. When they did, I felt his cock grind against mine through my shorts. That unintentionally made me squeeze his nipple just a little harder.

The sound Dante made when I did, forced the tip of my own cock to start leaking with need. I wanted him. Right here. Right now.

I broke away from Dante, and he seemed to be confused at first, but when those same lips latched on to his neck, his eyes rolled back. "S-Sammy..." my name slipped past his own lips in more of a struggled moan. His heartbeat was through the roof, I could feel the vein that rain down his neck, continue to pulsate vigorously.

At first I sucked gently on the skin there, still pinching his nipples between my fingers as I worked. He tasted salty from the light layer of sweat, but oddly enough, I didn't mind at all. When my teeth grazed that sensitive skin where his jawline met his neck, Dante's fingers tightened their hold in my hair.

A shiver ran through his entire body. "F-Fuck." He mumbled to himself. It sounded like he had fallen into a daze, shaking against me from the sensation.

That made me pull away almost immediately. If I was to go any further, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't cum in my pants... and that was the type of embarrassment I wasn't trying to face tonight.

"Dante." I whispered to him, just centimeters away from those perfect lips. "I want you."

Those words had sent another shiver through him. His lids were partly closed as he stared back at me. I let my hand leave his nipples, and instead, I redirected that attention to his cock. When my hand palmed him through the fabric of his shorts, he left out another struggled moan.

"Do you want me?" I asked him, applying slight pressure against his cock as I started to massage the hardness of his length. Dante was unraveling beneath me in pants and moans.

"I-I- Y-Yes." He barely got out.

I was just about to rip those shorts clean off... but the gym clock going off quickly reminded me of where exactly we were. Through the front windows of the gym, we were also exposed to anyone who decided to look through.

I slowly pulled away from Dante. He practically let out a whimper when I detached myself fully.

"I..." he started slowly. "Did you not-"

It was evident he had no idea what I was doing. "Come on." I smiled gently, as my hand reached out to help him up. He barely had time to gather his bearings before I started dragging him off towards the back.

Dante

When Sammy opened up the locker rooms, leading towards the showers, I could practically hear my heartbeat ringing through my entire body. Every ounce of myself was on fire. Even the hand that was perfectly interlocked with Sammy's.

The only thing going through my mind was the words he had said just moments ago. "I want you."

I found it funny he had even followed it up by asking if I had wanted him. At this exact moment, there was nothing I longed for more than him. His touch had done the impossible, soaring far above the expectations I already had in place. When I felt his hand against my cock, I was afraid I was going to rip his golden locks out from the death grip I had on them.

I had chanted over and over again to myself, in hopes of not coming. I didn't need a repeat of that other night, when I had thoroughly embarrassed myself by coming without Sammy even touching me.

If he could do that, I wasn't sure I was ready for what was about to come next.

He lead me towards the showers and his hand eventually left my own. I could see he was grabbing some toiletries from his gym bag, before he set those bottles on one of the showers ledges. Then he stepped back a bit, to start running the water. Unfortunately, the showers always took a little bit to heat up.

When his eyes found mine again, my knees almost gave out.

I thought he was going to say something, but he slowly approached me instead.

Those fingers, the ones I was positive now belonged to the devil himself, attached themselves onto the hem of my shirt. All I could hear was the sound of water splashing against the tile floor... and all I could see was Sammy.

His chest rose and fell with deep breathes. He looked so calm and collected, which was the complete opposite of how I was at the very least feeling. His eyes continued to analyze me. He never broke away from my gaze until the shirt momentarily covered my vision. I lifted my hands, allowing Sammy to fully tug off the material.

Wherever he discarded the clothing to, mattered the least at this point. He then allowed those gorgeous eyes to wander. I felt a little less self conscious knowing my injuries had subsided immensely. His fingers trailed against my skin, causing shivers to erupt through me. When he touched my nipples again, I felt myself growing light headed.

He only lingered momentarily, before both hands moved down to my waistline. As I felt those fingers latch on to the elastic band, my cock twitched with anticipation. It had grown increasingly uncomfortable the harder I got.

The gym shorts, along with my briefs, fell effortlessly to the ground. My cock had sprung up to attention as soon as it was freed from the restrictive clothing.

The way Sammy was looking at my exposed self was honestly illegal. I was sure of it.

I did my best to step out of the clothes, lightly kicking them to the side. Sammy licked his lips when he spotted the liquid leaking from my tip. Instead, the only thing he grabbed was my hand, as he lead me towards the running water.

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