[That trust means everything and Sam won't betray it. He rolls off him long enough to slide out of his jeans and it feels so much better without them. Less constrained, his erection is already poking through his boxers as he draws Stiles near.]
You...you promise you'll stop? [Stiles bit his cheek, eyes drawn to Sam's boxers, then back up to his face as he comes back into contact with Stiles. He knew that Sam hadn't been given a choice in stopping or slowing down the last time, but it still made Stiles nervous.]
[Stiles reaches down for his button, unclasping it and slowly sliding the zipper down.]
We don't have to do this tonight. If you're not ready. [Sam breathes it against his lips, moving to stroke along his back. Regret swells again and Sam moves back enough to give them a little distance.]
[Sam makes a low sound of want, letting him hook his boxers and tug them down. And he can't stop himself from pulling him in against his chest, kissing him hungrily. He'll stop if Stiles asks him to.
[But Sam sort of hopes that he won't.
[Easing Stiles back to the bed, Sam slides his hand down along the beltline of his jeans, finishing the job he'd started earlier and unzipped them the rest of the way.]
[Stiles tugs Sam's boxers down, pushing them over his knees until he can't reach them anymore, breath hitching when Sam draws him into a fierce kiss, erection brushing against his hand when he draws it back up, skin on skin. Stiles hadn't had a chance to touch Sam the last time, either; just straight into his ass, apparently.
Stiles wiggles a little, helping Sam in pulling off his jeans, kicking them off his legs and the bed once they get down far enough. His boxers are starting to tent; Stiles kisses Sam deeply, hand fluttering over the other man's waist.]
You're really big... [Much bigger than Stiles. His fingers skim over the skin above Sam's cock, wanting and not knowing if he should touch.]
[Another rumble of want slips from Sam as Stiles very nearly touches him. He's so hard he aches. Tonight is about Stiles though, and his hand slides around his waist to cup his ass, stroking at him gently through his boxers.
[Size can be both a good and bad thing, Sam has found. There were tines it could be a but intimidating and he hated that. It's why he normally ddevotedo much time and attention to his partner.
[He colors a little at his statement. Hand sliding down his arm, Sam gently guides Stiles's hand back to him.] I'm not going to hurt you.
[Stiles lets out a soft noise as Sam strokes him, arching into his touch. Stiles' lips find Sam's collarbone, kissing at it as the man touches him.]
I know...you're just. Wow. [How was he even...supposed to fit that inside of him? Stiles smiles shyly, glancing down at Sam's pulsing cock, then wrapping his digits around him, thumb brushing over his slit. He trusted Sam; this would be fine.]
[His hips can't help but push up into his grip, sliding along his palm. Sam moans softly into his skin, angling his head down to kiss his neck and along his shoulders.
[It's all gentle touches and encouragement as Sam rolls him onto his back, slowly trailing kisses down his shoulders and stomach. He loves the scent of his skin, the warmth of him. His tongue flicks out, tasting the impossibly soft skin of his hipbone just above the line of his boxers.]
[Stiles slid his hand up and down Sam's length, increasing his pressure and speed slowly. Stiles could feel Sam thickening in his hand, and he rolled his palm every few strokes. Stiles' cock responded, finding the sensation of Sam's erection in his grip and Sam's lips on his skin particularly pleasing.]
Sam... [His name was a breathy statement as Stiles complied, rolling onto his back. He watched the hunter move down his body with a hooded gaze, pupils dilated. Stiles licked his lips, nerves and excitement filling his chest as Sam kissed the sensitive skin of his hip.]
[Careful. Slow. Sam hooks a finger in the elastic and tugs it down just a bit, pressing a warm kiss to his hip. He doesn't pull his boxers all the way off, not yet. Sam works them down a fraction, kissing and touching every inch of freshly exposed skin.
[His nostrils flare, dragging in the sharp scent of him, wanting and eager. He strokes Stiles through his shorts, gentle passing of his fingers along his length.]
Can I.. let me.. [He swiftly kisses his erection through the cotton.]
Yes. [Stiles ghosted his fingers along Sam's shoulders, his face, every inch of skin he could reach. Stiles made a soft noise as Sam kissed him through his shorts, cock twitching.] Please, Sam...
[He makes quick work of sliding his shorts down his hips and off. Stiles might not think much of his body, but Sam loves it. Long limbs, smooth lines. The flat of his stomach and every dip and swell at his hips is begging to be touched.
[He's hard and Sam takes Stiles in his hand, stroking him softly for a moment. Warm and smooth and stirring. Sam shifts himself lower, kissing up the underside of his cock. He wants more, but continues slowly kissing him, gauging his reaction.]
[Stiles releases a moan, biting the inside of his cheek to stifle the noise as Sam strokes him, lips sliding lightly up the underside of his length.] Oh...woah...
[It's the first time anybody has touched him like that.
Stiles curls his hand around Sam's cheek, wanting to slide down and touch him but too inexperienced to know where and how they're supposed to do this, the right way. He'd probably end up asking, blushing the whole time at his ineptness.]
[Sam reaches up to thread his fingers with his as he keeps trailing kisses along his eager member. The kisses continue, his lips parting to taste him as he does.
[As he kisses him, Sam strokes a bit lower, at his inner thigh, slowly working towards the warm clutch of his body. Slow. Achingly, agonizingly slow. But he wants to show Stiles how good it can be. How wonderful.]
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Remember, you just have to say something, okay?
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[Stiles reaches down for his button, unclasping it and slowly sliding the zipper down.]
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I'll never hurt you. Never.
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I believe you. [Stiles nods, gaze flickering down, then back up to Sam. He slowly reaches down, hooking one finger in the waistband of Sam's boxers.]
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[But Sam sort of hopes that he won't.
[Easing Stiles back to the bed, Sam slides his hand down along the beltline of his jeans, finishing the job he'd started earlier and unzipped them the rest of the way.]
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Stiles wiggles a little, helping Sam in pulling off his jeans, kicking them off his legs and the bed once they get down far enough. His boxers are starting to tent; Stiles kisses Sam deeply, hand fluttering over the other man's waist.]
You're really big... [Much bigger than Stiles. His fingers skim over the skin above Sam's cock, wanting and not knowing if he should touch.]
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[Size can be both a good and bad thing, Sam has found. There were tines it could be a but intimidating and he hated that. It's why he normally ddevotedo much time and attention to his partner.
[He colors a little at his statement. Hand sliding down his arm, Sam gently guides Stiles's hand back to him.] I'm not going to hurt you.
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I know...you're just. Wow. [How was he even...supposed to fit that inside of him? Stiles smiles shyly, glancing down at Sam's pulsing cock, then wrapping his digits around him, thumb brushing over his slit. He trusted Sam; this would be fine.]
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[It's all gentle touches and encouragement as Sam rolls him onto his back, slowly trailing kisses down his shoulders and stomach. He loves the scent of his skin, the warmth of him. His tongue flicks out, tasting the impossibly soft skin of his hipbone just above the line of his boxers.]
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Sam... [His name was a breathy statement as Stiles complied, rolling onto his back. He watched the hunter move down his body with a hooded gaze, pupils dilated. Stiles licked his lips, nerves and excitement filling his chest as Sam kissed the sensitive skin of his hip.]
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[His nostrils flare, dragging in the sharp scent of him, wanting and eager. He strokes Stiles through his shorts, gentle passing of his fingers along his length.]
Can I.. let me.. [He swiftly kisses his erection through the cotton.]
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[He's hard and Sam takes Stiles in his hand, stroking him softly for a moment. Warm and smooth and stirring. Sam shifts himself lower, kissing up the underside of his cock. He wants more, but continues slowly kissing him, gauging his reaction.]
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[It's the first time anybody has touched him like that.
Stiles curls his hand around Sam's cheek, wanting to slide down and touch him but too inexperienced to know where and how they're supposed to do this, the right way. He'd probably end up asking, blushing the whole time at his ineptness.]
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[As he kisses him, Sam strokes a bit lower, at his inner thigh, slowly working towards the warm clutch of his body. Slow. Achingly, agonizingly slow. But he wants to show Stiles how good it can be. How wonderful.]
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