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Sam couldn’t remember how to use his magic to make Darlin’ some new clothes.
Part of Darlin’ wished they both would have thought of that before Sam tore them to shreds, but they were not particularly bothered by the fact they were being carried naked through the forest behind Sam’s house.
They could have just shifted and ran back to the house themselves, but it was so much nicer being carried, especially after the night they had.
Sam stopped running, putting Darlin' down on the porch.
He pressed their back against the door, slotting his leg in between their thigh and pressing his lips against theirs.
Darlin’ moaned into his mouth, running their hands down his body until they could feel the hard outline of his cock through his jeans.
Sam groaned against their lips, pressing them more firmly against the door.
Darlin unbuttoned his jeans, slipping their hands into his boxers and stroking him slowly.
His cock was still slick from when he came earlier, Sam let out a moan against their mouth as they stroked.
He pulled away, pressing their foreheads together and panting as Darlin’ kept stroking him.
They loved him like this, loved how turned on he got with them, but they needed more.
“Sam,” they murmured, pulling their forehead away to look at him. “Maybe we should get inside of the house? I don’t want you cumming in your pants again.”
“Oh my god,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “I’m never going to live that down am I?”
Darlin’ laughed and pressed their foreheads back together.
“Probably not,” they said.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against their lips, and lifting them off of the ground.
Sam's hand came down on Darlins’ ass with a hard smack.
They whined, hands grabbing at his shoulders.
“You’re such a brat sometimes,” he said, opening the door behind them.
“Your brat,” they replied while Sam carried them into their bedroom.
He dropped them on their back onto the bed, standing in front of them.
His jeans were sitting unbuttoned, low on his hips. They let their eyes trail over his body until they settled on the outline of his cock, straining against the material.
They needed him, needed to be pinned down and fucked into the mattress.
He slipped his jeans down his legs, kicking them somewhere in the room.
Sam took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. Darlin’ let out a soft whine, staring at his hand moving slowly up and down his length.
“Darlin,” he said sternly. “Eyes up here.”
They slowly trailed their eyes back up his body, before finally meeting his eyes.
“Tell me what you want baby,” he said softly, leaning over them.
Darlin’ let out a groan, feeling him press his cock against them.
Sam kissed Darlin’ again, they moaned and rolled their hips against his.
“Please Sam,” they said.
“Please what Darlin’?” he asked.
“Please fuck me,” they said, voice breaking. “Please.”
His lips were on theirs again, and he thrust into them in one quick motion.
Darlin’ moaned, gripping hard at his shoulder and wrapping their legs around his waist.
He kept them firmly pressed into the mattress, pounding his cock into them at an unforgiving pace.
His cock dragged against the spot inside of them. They moaned loudly, arching their back off of the mattress.
Sam dropped his head down, his mouth close to their ear.
“My Darlin',” he said, his voice hoarse. “My mate. Always so good for me.”
Darlin’ whined, clenching around his cock. It felt like they were on fire, each thrust leaving them burning.
“Fuck Darlin',” he moaned. “You feel so good, so tight around me.”
They let out another soft whine as his lips pressed against their neck.
“You always take everything so well for me Darlin',” he said against their skin.
“Please,” they said, hips bucking against his. “Please — I’m so close Sam.”
“Tell me what you want baby’,” he said.
He started to thrust into them faster, and Darlin’ almost screamed.
“Bite me again,” they begged. “Please.”
He kissed the side of their neck, right under their ear, before sliding his fangs into them.
Darlin’ arched their back, crying out his name as they came on his cock.
He moaned against their neck, his hips stuttering against theirs as he came inside of them.
Sam pulled his fangs out of their neck, pressing a kiss over the new bite.
“So good for me,” he murmured, pulling out of them and moving to lay next to them.
He pulled them close to his chest, holding their trembling body as they came down.
Darlin’ felt the dull ache of the bites and bruises that covered their body.
“Are you alright?” Sam asked, running his hands over their skin.
“I’m good,” they breathed. “I’m great. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m okay — it was just intense.”
“Thank you for doing that for me – for biting me, I know it was a lot,” Darlin’ said hoarsely.
“Thank you for trusting me enough to ask for it,” he said, pressing a kiss into their hair.
They lay there for a few minutes, Sam pressing soft kisses into their hair as his hands ran over their sweat-slicked skin.
Their eyes were starting to get heavy, all of their pent-up energy from the day almost completely gone.
“Come on,” Sam murmured, running his fingers over their back. “How about we take a shower and I can take a look at some of these bites?”
They whined in protest as Sam sat up, pulling them with him. Darlin’ wanted to stay like that for a little bit longer.
“I know Darlin’,” he said. “But I can’t have you falling asleep without me looking at these bites.”
They sat pressed against his side at the edge of the bed.
“Do you want me to carry you again?” he asked, pulling away and standing in front of them at the foot of the bed.
“No — I should be okay,” Darlin said.
Sam offered them his hands, and Darlin took them as they stood slowly, swaying slightly.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Sam asked, steadying them on their feet.
They nodded, satisfied by the dull ache they felt throughout their body.
“Maybe we could take a bath instead?” they asked as Sam led them into the bathroom.
“Not with fresh bites like this,” he said, flicking on the light switch. “Soaking in water is the worst thing for them.”
“It was worth a shot,” They sighed, shutting the bathroom door behind them with a soft click.
Darlin’ walked over to the bathroom mirror, staring at themselves, eyes trailing along their neck.
It was littered with bites, some of them already starting to bruise.
They brought one of their hands up to their neck, running their fingers over the punctures.
Sam came up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist and resting his chin on their shoulder. They made eye contact with him through the mirror.
“Do they hurt?” he asked, his voice soft.
Darlin shook their head, turning in his arms to face him.
“They’re just a little sore,” they said. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Sam's eyes flashed with worry, bringing a hand up to their neck to touch the bites.
“How about you sit on the counter and I get them cleaned up?” he asked.
Darlin nodded, Sam lifted them so they were sitting on the bathroom counter.
His eyes glanced over their body, lingering on the bite marks.
“Some of these are bad,” he murmured, his fingers ghosting over the wounds.
He grabbed the soap out of the cabinet next to him, lathering it on his hands in the sink.
Sam ran his hand gingerly over the bites on their neck. Darlin’ winced, letting out a small hiss as the soap entered the bites.
“Darlin’,” he said. “Look at me.”
They met his eyes, swimming with worry.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to heal these?” he asked.
Darlin’ shook their head. They wanted the bites to heal on their own time and wanted to be left with the puncture scars.
They wanted everyone to know that they were Sam’s.
“You’re so stubborn,” he said, running his hands under the water. “If they’re sore I can make that stop.”
They hissed again as he brought his hand back to their neck, cleaning off the soap.
“It’s fine,” they said, looking past him. “I can handle it. I want them to heal normally.”
Their neck was throbbing slightly around the bites, they knew how badly bruised it would be in a few hours.
“What about this,” Sam said, tilting their head to make them look at him. “Why don’t I just heal the ones on your neck? We can leave the ones on your thighs to heal on their own.”
“They’ll just be for us,” Sam said. “We’re the only ones that’ll know they’re there.”
Darlin’ stared at him, thinking it over in their head.
Everyone else will know you’re marked, they thought. Even if the ones on your neck are healed.
“Okay,” they replied. “I can live with that.”
Sam nodded, before pressing both his hands over the bite marks on either side of Darlins’ neck.
They hummed in contentment as they felt the healing magic run over their skin, the ache dissipating slowly.
“There we go,” Sam whispered. “Better? No pain?”
“No,” they replied. “Thank you, Sam.”
He murmured a soft you’re welcome , wetting his hands with soap and water again in the sink before dropping onto one of his knees in front of them.
“Let me see your thighs,” he said, coaxing their legs open with one of his hands.
They obeyed, shutting their eyes as Sam’s hand ran over the bite marks there, making sure they were cleaned out.
He pressed a kiss to their knees before standing and washing his hands in the sink.
“All good,” he said, grabbing Darlin’s hips with wet hands and pressing a kiss to their forehead.
“Thank you,” they whispered.
“Anytime,” he said. ”Now how about that shower?”
Darlin’ hummed in agreement, hopping off the counter and following Sam into the shower.
They tilted their head under the warm water, letting it wash over their body and take away some of the achiness they felt.
Sam stood behind them, and he gently brought his hands into their hair, lathering it with shampoo.
They let their head drop against his shoulder as he massaged their scalp, letting out a soft moan.
“Put your head back under the water,” he said, laughing softly.
They turned, facing him, washing out the shampoo before turning again so their back was against Sam.
Darlin’ heard the pop of their conditioner bottle tilting their head back again, eyes shut.
“Hold on,” he murmured, moving their head so it was straight.
He pressed a soft kiss against the back of their neck, trailing his lips until he reached their shoulder.
“I don’t think I have another round in me,” Darlin’ said.
“I know,” Sam said against their shoulder. They could feel him smiling against their skin.
They let out a gasp as his fangs sunk into the skin of their shoulder.
The bite was gentle, causing Darlin’ to shut their eyes and let out a small whimper.
“One more just for us,” Sam whispered, pulling his fangs out of their skin and kissing over the mark on their skin.
His hands ran back into Darlin’s hair, massaging the conditioner against their scalp.
Darlin’ let their head drop back against Sam's shoulder, shutting their eyes.
“I love you Darlin’,” Sam said, kissing the side of their forehead.
“Love you too,” they said, eyes heavy as his fingers worked their scalp.
“Come on,” he chuckled. “Wash the conditioner out of your hair so we can get to bed.”
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Darlin’ laid on top of Sam, dressed in one of his old t-shirts with their hair still damp from the shower.
Sam was asleep, one of his hands splayed across their back while the other rested on their hip.
They had a lot to talk about, Darlin’ thought, a lot to figure out about the future .
For now, though, this was enough. Content, pressed against their sleeping mate, with bites on their body to let the world know who they belonged to.
The rest they could figure out later.