[Stiles tenses when he feels Sam tasting him, pupils blown as he looks down at the man. He wonders if this is a mind-blowingly amazing dream he's going to disappointingly wake up from.]
Sam... [Stiles half-moans, still attempting to quiet himself. His thighs quivered slightly as Sam brushed over his thighs, delving lower.]
[He holds him steady with one hand, raising up to press an open kiss to the smooth head of his cock. Sam smiles up at him, nothing but warmth and affection in hid eyes.] I've got you.
[And he dips his head down, lips parting around him and letting Stiles slide completely into his mouth. He can't help but moan around his dick, sending vibrations along him. As he starts to work and taste him in earnest, Sam rubs slow circles at his entrance. Not seeking to slip inside him yet. Merely touching.]
God - ! [Stiles cries out, trying not to buck as Sam slides his mouth down around him, moaning and vibrating Stiles to the very core. One hand twisted into the sheets as he tries to catch up with the sensations, while Stiles makes a conscious effort to loosen his other hand a bit from where it had threaded and was now tugging at Sam's hair. This is so much better than anything Stiles ever could have imagined - more so because it's Sam - and Stiles is pretty sure he's starting to fall in love with the guy...given the chance.
Indistinguishable noises and whimpers escape Stiles' throat, cock hardening even more as Sam's warm, wet mouth tastes him. His fingers are circling Stiles' entrance, softer and slower than the last time, which helps him remember to relax when Sam's fingers first press against his backside. This isn't going to be like the last time - they don't have a time limit - they're not going to do anything until he's ready, mentally and physically, though Stiles is confident he's ready mentally.]
[Sam doesn't mind if his fingers are a little tight in his hair. Everything about this night has been perfect. Finally having Stiles to himself, to spend time with, to touch and be touched by him.
[Sam was gone. Completely lost. Goofy grin, holding hands, curling together on the couch watching movies gone.
[He loves those little delicious sounds escaping him as he licks and tastes him. There hasn't been any tension yet, so he starts slowly circling his entrance, getting him ready. Sam pulls off, panting and raises up to kiss him thoroughly while one hand fumbles for the little bottle of lube in the drawer by the bed.]
[Stiles groans softly as Sam's fingertip circled his entrance, managing to stamp down the initial reaction of panic in favor of cautious allowance. He's going to trust Sam, trust his judgement; Stiles kisses Sam back eagerly, hand moving to cup the back of his neck before releasing him, watching as the hunter procured a bottle from his bedside table.]
The bedside table, I can understand, [With a body like Sam's, why wouldn't he be bringing people to bed?] But you carry some around in your pocket? [That was kind of hot, actually.
[The question catches Sam completely by surprise and he laughs, tilting his head to touch Stiles'. Moments like that made him fall for Stiles a little bit more every time. Sam shifts to lay beside him, kissing a path down his neck.] I usually don't.
[The little plastic bottle resting against his hip, he wraps his fingers around Stiles again, stroking him firmly.] I found it in the trunk of the Impala when I was unloading some books and meant to just toss it in my duffel.
M-may-be you should, [Stiles cuts off in a moan as Sam strokes him, highlighting the suggestive nature of his words. He watches Sam with wide eyes, arching his neck up to kiss him as their foreheads touched and his lips were back within reach.]
[He returns the kiss, picking up the little bottle and applying enough to his finger before gently slicking up his entrance.] Now I have a reason to. [Stiles. Not that he expected (or ever really had) impromptu, wild sex a the drop of a hat anywhere in town, but it didn't hurt to be at least somewhat prepared.
[Sam kisses him slowly as he presses one finger inside.]
[Stiles can't help but grin at Sam's words, tensing as he slicks up Stiles' entrance. Stiles manages to relax, however, at Sam's kiss, holding his breath as Sam presses a finger inside.
Stiles couldn't see why Sam didn't have impromptu sex...he could certainly get it.]
[Sam pulls back a bit, his eyes all warm concern. He doesn't move his finger yet, simply giving him a moment to get used to him. When Stiles doesn't object, he moves it slowly out, then back in. Nothing too sudden. Gentle, slow movements to start to work him open. He wants this, but he wants Stiles to be comfortable with saying no if he needs to] Are you okay?
[Sam nods, swallowing a fresh wave of anxiety settling into his chest. He doesn't want to hurt him, isn't sure if he can live with himself if he did a second time. Then Stiles kisses him and it eases some of the tension out of his shoulders.] Say so if you want to stop.
[And he works slowly, very slowly, eyes constantly flicking up to Stiles, watching his reactions.]
[Stiles watches Sam with wide eyes, wiggling a little bit on Sam's finger and brushing his hands over Sam's shoulders to let him know that it's okay, for now, at least.
Stiles licks his lips nervously, feeling himself loosen gently, little by little.]
[The anxiety means that Sam has gone a little soft, but that's all right. He can concentrate more on Stiles, on making sure that he's fine. Every brush of his hands helps ease his worry. At the first sign of tension, he'll stop.
[It's some time before Sam finally nerves himself up to work in a second, well-lubricated finger, kissing him as he slowly slips it in.]
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Sam... [Stiles half-moans, still attempting to quiet himself. His thighs quivered slightly as Sam brushed over his thighs, delving lower.]
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[And he dips his head down, lips parting around him and letting Stiles slide completely into his mouth. He can't help but moan around his dick, sending vibrations along him. As he starts to work and taste him in earnest, Sam rubs slow circles at his entrance. Not seeking to slip inside him yet. Merely touching.]
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Indistinguishable noises and whimpers escape Stiles' throat, cock hardening even more as Sam's warm, wet mouth tastes him. His fingers are circling Stiles' entrance, softer and slower than the last time, which helps him remember to relax when Sam's fingers first press against his backside. This isn't going to be like the last time - they don't have a time limit - they're not going to do anything until he's ready, mentally and physically, though Stiles is confident he's ready mentally.]
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[Sam was gone. Completely lost. Goofy grin, holding hands, curling together on the couch watching movies gone.
[He loves those little delicious sounds escaping him as he licks and tastes him. There hasn't been any tension yet, so he starts slowly circling his entrance, getting him ready. Sam pulls off, panting and raises up to kiss him thoroughly while one hand fumbles for the little bottle of lube in the drawer by the bed.]
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The bedside table, I can understand, [With a body like Sam's, why wouldn't he be bringing people to bed?] But you carry some around in your pocket? [That was kind of hot, actually.
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[The little plastic bottle resting against his hip, he wraps his fingers around Stiles again, stroking him firmly.] I found it in the trunk of the Impala when I was unloading some books and meant to just toss it in my duffel.
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[Sam kisses him slowly as he presses one finger inside.]
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Stiles couldn't see why Sam didn't have impromptu sex...he could certainly get it.]
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[And he works slowly, very slowly, eyes constantly flicking up to Stiles, watching his reactions.]
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Stiles licks his lips nervously, feeling himself loosen gently, little by little.]
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[It's some time before Sam finally nerves himself up to work in a second, well-lubricated finger, kissing him as he slowly slips it in.]
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