Overtime- BATIM (NORMAN X SAMMY)

Chapter 8

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  Sammy can only hold his breath as the stagnant air surrounds them in the closet, looking at Norman, trying to study what's happening in his brain. He could only hope that he hadn't gone too far, and upset his friend. As he gazed into the other's eyes, looking for any kind of sign, he was slowly pressed against the wall. He flinches as Norman leans his head on Sammy's shoulders.
  "Norman..? Are you sure you're okay? I'm really sorry if I upset you, I was only messing with you. I won't do it again." Sammy says, gently petting Norman's hair.
  Norman only grabs onto the back of Sammy's shirt tighter. "Please don't stop." he mumbles, stepping closer, trapping Sammy.
  "Are you.. are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
  "Yes! Please, Samuel... I-I can't even think properly, I just... I'll show you."
  "What do you meaaaaaa-?!" Sammy's voice drags on, gradually getting softer, as Norman's leg slips inbetween his own. Norman grinds against the other, holding him in place by cupping his wrists and pinning them to the wall with his hands. Sammy flinches, letting out a sound halfway between a gasp of surprise and a moan. This was new, but not overwhelmingly so. It was kind of... nice.
  Suddenly, Norman's mouth is right next to Sammy's collarbone, shakily- almost desperately- biting at the bowtie and shirt collar, carefully pulling them away from him without damaging them. Sammy whimpers at how his warm breath traveled down his neck, combined with the grinding. His mind starts to spin, barely able to hold his whimpers back. The cloth around his legs and waist seems tighter suddenly, but he doesn't get too much time to think about it. Norman gently bites Sammy's neck, his hot breath sending shivers throughout Lawrence's body. A sharp moan escapes his mouth, unable to muffle himself with his hands, no matter how hard he tries to break free.
  "No. I want to hear your voice. Your wishes, your needs, everything. I want to listen." Norman plants several gentle kisses on Sammy's jawline, before removing his leg and stepping away from the other, causing a whine.
  "Norman, please..!" Sammy moans out softly, his legs visibly shaking. He's barely able to stand up straight, let alone keep any composure. The desperation claws at his throat, building in his lower abdomen.
  "Do you understand now?" Norman moves a bit closer, moving his hands away from his wrists and down to the dips of his waist. "That's how I feel, more or less."
  Sammy can only stare, taking in the information, trying to talk through his soft but heavy panting. "I... think so?" His knees start to tremble, threatening to give out and make him fall to the floor. Norman is just barely able to catch Sammy in time, before gently sitting him on a nearby box, keeping him elevated.
  "But that was only how I felt before. Now, it's a li'l more than that... Get ready, my love~" Norman grins deviously, inching closer. Sammy stumbles back, but is pulled by his suspenders into a passionate kiss. Muffled moans escape them, as what started as a simple kiss turned into something more. As their mouths explored eachother, Norman keeps one hand on Sammy's suspenders and uses the other to move down, causing a stir in the musician.  His moans start to get higher pitched, breaking away from the kiss, panting heavily. As they both catch their breath, they gaze into eachothers eyes, and time seems to slow. Nothing else mattered anymore. It was only them.
  "You're very handsome. I'm lucky to have you in my life." Norman says in a low voice, smiling softly. Leaning into Sammy's ear, he whispers, "I'm glad you're mine."  He watches the shivers pass through the maestro's body, chuckling quietly.
  Sammy grabs onto the back of Norman's shirt, pulling him closer. A soft, shaky voice escapes him, "Th-then take what's yours."
  "Gladly~" with a growl, Norman carefully fumbles with the buttons of Sammy's shirt, kissing his chest as each button comes undone. Sammy softly whimpers at each touch, trembling under the attention. The collared shirt slips down off of his shoulders, his bowtie becoming undone, the ribbon loosely hanging around his shoulders. His chest was now exposed to the drafty air of the closet. Norman's breath helps keep him warm, but he can't help but want to cover up.
  Norman kisses Sammy's lower abdomen gently, moving himself between Sammy's legs, kneeling down. He then hoists Sammy's legs onto his shoulders, bringing him in closer.

  "N-Norman! Fffuck, you tease..." Sammy whines, pulling the other in with his legs.
  "Patience, Samuel.~" A chuckle escapes the projectionist's mouth, before biting his sides. Sammy yelps, before covering his mouth with one hand and using the other, trembling hand to push the projectionist into his side, desperately trying to get more.
  Norman pulls away, kissing where he had bit. "Oh, you like that a lot, huh?~"
  Sammy nods, barely able to keep himself up despite being supported by the wall. He was practically seeing stars. It felt so good, since when did Norman know how to do that? Sammy is then being pulled in by his waist, then a hand wanders down to fumble with the zipper of his pants.
  "P-Polk, I-!"  Sammy stutters, more worked up than he could begin to describe. The words are once again caught in his throat as his pants slowly start to slide down, before stopping suddenly.
  "Sammy... What did I say 'bout finishing your sentences?~" Norman says, fiddling with the rims of his boxers. "Be good for me~"
  Sammy winces. "I- fffuck- I need you so badly, Norman..!~" He begs, face beet red.
  "Good boy~" Norman pulls at the other's pants, exposing the forming bulge in his briefs. Sammy whimpers, squirming, trying to get any ounce of pleasure he can. Norman slowly starts to remove the briefs as well. Sammy can't help but buck his hips with a muffled moan.
  "Ah, ah, ah. Relax and trust me~" Norman holds Sammy's thighs down, slipping off the briefs the rest of the way. His member, already leaking pre, now vulnerable- and very sensitive. "It seems we have a leak... We better clean that up, hm?~" the scruffy man teases, before pressing his tounge against the tip, causing Sammy to moan louder. Norman slowly takes all of his length, gazing up at the blonde musician. Whom, of which, has his head back and hands muffling his pleas. Norman bobs his head to a steady rhythm, while Sammy tries not to buck his hips.
  "N-HAah- Normaaªªªn!~" He cries out desperately, "Pl-please I'm-FuuhHuuck- I'm so close..!"
  Norman then stops, leaving the maestro a sweaty, whining mess. "Wh-why did you stop?"
  "I can't just let it end yet. I want more time with ya.~" Norman trails kisses along Sammy's thigh, gently biting occasionally.
  "But Polk-" Sammy's whines are quieted by two fingers entering his mouth, pressing onto his toungue. He takes the cue, and wraps his mouth around them, whimpering softly.
  Norman pulls them out with a grin, then carefully lays Sammy down with his other hand. "Get ready, and don't panic."
  "Why would I paaAah-!?" Sammy winces as Norman's fingers press up against his sensitive entrance, still moist from moments before. They slowly enter, causing Sammy's back to arch up with muffled cries of ecstasy. Norman only does this for a short while before pulling them back out, and undoing his own belt.
  "Are you ready, Samuel?" Norman asks, pressing his member to Sammy's entrance teasingly. Sammy nods furiously.
  He's not gonna be able to walk after this, is he?

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