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Innate by Rirren, Explicit, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Innocence, Suicide Attempt, Angst, Loneliness

He couldn't control it, that ache in him needed to be fulfilled. Things were getting wet and slippery but he didn't stop to see what it was, couldn't stop. Everything was tensing up, as he continued rubbing against Sam, taking his pleasure in that wonderful friction. He'd never felt anything like this before. He needed this to never stop, needed Sam's body. Everything narrowed down to Sam, and how good his body felt against Jack’s, his hard physicality, and oh please, mother, oh oh Sam—


He bucked as the ecstasy came to a head, grinding shakily as stars burst behind his eyes, feeling like he was emptying his soul through his dick.


The intense pleasure slowly drained out of him, leaving an exhausted glow. He let go of Sam's shoulders and pushed himself away, getting his sensitive crotch out of contact. He lay on his back and laid his hands on his stomach, breathing heavily. His underwear felt wet and sticky.


A smile cracked his face and he laughed, once.


"Sam, I don't know what just happened," he said.


He turned his head and looked at Sam's sleeping face. He couldn't stop smiling. It was the best thing he'd ever experienced. Better than nougat. Better than watching Clone Wars. Better than the hug he'd gotten from Mia.

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