"I'm not...not dirty." Sam huffed out with an embarrassed laugh. He liked to think of sex as more of a physical show of affection, something romantic and sweet... though admittedly, he did not have that kind of connection to Nate (though he could see it quickly developing, if the other man kept touching him like he was).
He took a deep breath as his cock was touched, the hand feeling woefully light and dry compared to Nate's mouth. Sam found himself having to struggle not to rock his hips up into the touch, desiring more friction.
The finger pressing into him was a good enough distraction though, instead of rocking his hips Sam shook all over, taking in a shaky breath out of habit. It was odd, a little uncomfortable, for a moment, but then all of a sudden he needed more.
"You could go faster and um.." Too embarrassed to ask properly, Sam held up two fingers.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
