“Now, for God’s sake, now.” He was panting and pushing back, so Sam took hold of his shoulder and pushed in. The moans he had been making had been of pleasure, but the sound he was making now sounded more like pain so Sam paused and rocked a little to ease the way, then pressed in slowly until he was fully seated. He brought his legs up so that the boy would feel the roughness of his breeches and he grasped his hips so he would feel the edge of his coat and shirt. With a growl he withdrew, pushed back in, and when the sounds were of genuine pleasure he set up a deep, slow, rhythmic thrust that made him push back with sobbing breaths; then he fucked him as hard as he dared.