Under a cut for incest.
They’d been apart for an entire lifetime; they were basically strangers, Sam told himself, but that didn’t ease the warring, curling, binding coils of lust and unease within him. Tommy’s sad, emotive eyes looked up at him, the scar at the corner fitting under the pad of Sam’s thumb as he stroked his fingers across Tommy’s face, searching for something that he didn’t have a name for that’d cool this itch that had been under Sam’s skin for as long as he could remember.
Tommy’s fingers dug into Sam’s hips like talons and his eyes fluttered closed when Sam touched him; a beautifully open, begging, mewling sound rose from him and Sam gave into the mouthwatering push of lust. They leaned over Sam’s desk, Tommy’s body taut under his, vibrating with the need to rub, to feel, to change into something that was the two of them, together. Sam bit and licked his way down Tommy’s wiry muscles, soothing each nip with a soft, open mouthed kiss; later, when they were wet and sticky with their mingled come, Tommy smiled as a tear pushed from the corner of his eye.