Some Quiet Nights

Sounds in the Dark

Never thought he'd end up in this situation. Even though he and Sammy had been married a while. Hard to convince the old feral that he deserved such kindness like cuddling the music director in the dark.

"Comfy, big guy?"

He didn't answer with words, just gave a low hum which made Sammy smile. Stretching slightly, Norman moved his arm across and around Sammy's back to bring him closer in their embrace, and was content that Sammy allowed him to do so.

With his head resting on Norman's shoulder, Sammy was comfortable...but also feeling a bit cheeky. He smirked slightly as he moved his hand to be above Norman's speaker and smirked even more  so as he ran his finger around the rim of the speaker in very gentle circles. That little touch earned a low groan from his husband, which was exactly what he wanted.

"An' here I thought...we could get through one night without you teasin' me." The feral muttered quietly.

"You love it."

"I do."

"Can we?" Sammy asked.

Norman only looked at him, but nodded ever so slightly which made Sammy smile before getting up to ready himself.

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Their once silent room wasn't silent for long after that. The quiet sound of skin slapping skin, and Sammy's soft moans could be heard if anyone listened closely enough. Bent over the bed, Sammy gripped his blankets as Norman thrusted into him with a steady and consistent rhythm.

"Ahh...f-fuck...Norman..." Sammy moaned quietly.

Norman said nothing, only kept going. Sammy's moans were all he needed to hear to know he was doing his job correctly. However, just as Sammy had teased his speaker prior, he too sure loved to be a tease. So, he stopped which in turn earned a whimper from Sammy.

"Why did you stop so soon?"

"Hold still." Norman said sternly.

Sammy obeyed, and his obedience was rewarded with faster thrusting on his husband's part. Norman was quick to give Sammy all of him, knowing he could take it quite well. With every hard thrust, the director moaned loudly, feeling the projectionist's large cock pound him into the bed. He loved it. He always loved it.

"F-Fuck, Norman, it feels so good!" Sammy moaned, enjoying himself greatly.

The feral hissed quietly, enjoying himself as well, he continued his steady pace until he decided Sammy needed to earn what he so badly wanted. So he stopped again, and chuckled when Sammy whined.

"W-Why did you stop this time?"

"Beg."

Caught off guard, Sammy looked back at Norman who was staring at him.

"W-What?"

"Beg. You want it bad? Beg for it. I wanna hear you loud and clear, tell me how badly you want it."

Sammy whimpered, not only from lack of pleasure but also in embarrassment. They stayed that way, with Norman waiting patiently for his husband to find his words. When Sammy realized that Norman was completely serious, he swallowed his pride and sighed.

"G...give it to me...please. I want your cock badly. Pound my ass and make me scream."

And scream he did. Satisfied with Sammy's plea, Norman continued, only this time...his hands gripped Sammy's hips tightly as he pounded every inch of his large cock deep into his husband's ass. Over and over. Thrust after thrust. Sammy cried out in pleasure with every hard thrust he got, wholly loving the sensation Norman provided.

"N-Norman!" He gasped.

"Fuck..." Norman growled, and sped up again.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum..." Sammy whined.

"Not yet."

Norman pushed his husband into the bed, a hand firmly pinning his back down, and pounded him hard. Sammy was at the mercy of the projectionist, being fucked hard and steady. His moans filled the room in no time, he no longer cared who heard him. He was focused on containing himself which was hard to do with Norman going as he was.

"I-I can't take anym-more..."

This time, Norman allowed it as he too was at his limit. They came together, Sammy making a mess of himself and the bed, while Norman made sure every drop of his own mess was stuffed inside his husband.

Heavy breaths. Panting. Quiet huffing. The sounds of an intimate moment now silent again. Sammy sighed shakily as he relaxed in bed, he was content. His feral husband was also content as he very carefully adjusted his position to gently lay on top of Sammy. They stayed that way for a few moments, recovering together.

"That felt...good...big guy."

Norman chuckled quietly and cuddled Sammy close.

And they slept soundly that night. In the morning they were quick to clean up, and continue their day as usual.