So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
There was something so pleasing in knowing that each movement, each noise Milo made was caused by him the effect he was having; Sam took his teeth away slowly, licking the drops of blood that appeared on Milo's neck away before he pulled back. This soon after the bite he could feel in his own body small shocks of sensations he'd once known; with the 'new' anatomy he now possessed it was quite the new experience indeed, a more overall arousal taking hold of him.
It seemed he'd effectively riled Milo up too; Sam let out an amused huff of air as his hair was grabbed, easily letting Milo move him how he wanted and leaning back against the counter, moving to his thigh press between Milo's legs. He was fully prepared for Milo to take him there, was expecting to have his clothes ripped off and be laid over the counter from the look in the man's eyes and the way he was being held, and he would have been fine with it. The question made him pause and he looked over Milo's face, one hand coming to idly play with his shirt, tracing light trails along his chest.
"I...suppose if you want something more comfortable, there's the chair over there." Sam pointed to the corner of the room, where an armchair hypothetically big enough for him to sit on Milo's lap beckoned. "I was intending to, well, let you do whatever it is you want to." He wasn't about to tell Milo this (quite content to play along), but since he couldn't come to orgasm, he was more focused on Milo's pleasure. While he still had the remnants of the bite's heat running through him, he wanted to feel something: lips, hands, whatever Milo had to give.
It seemed he'd effectively riled Milo up too; Sam let out an amused huff of air as his hair was grabbed, easily letting Milo move him how he wanted and leaning back against the counter, moving to his thigh press between Milo's legs. He was fully prepared for Milo to take him there, was expecting to have his clothes ripped off and be laid over the counter from the look in the man's eyes and the way he was being held, and he would have been fine with it. The question made him pause and he looked over Milo's face, one hand coming to idly play with his shirt, tracing light trails along his chest.
"I...suppose if you want something more comfortable, there's the chair over there." Sam pointed to the corner of the room, where an armchair hypothetically big enough for him to sit on Milo's lap beckoned. "I was intending to, well, let you do whatever it is you want to." He wasn't about to tell Milo this (quite content to play along), but since he couldn't come to orgasm, he was more focused on Milo's pleasure. While he still had the remnants of the bite's heat running through him, he wanted to feel something: lips, hands, whatever Milo had to give.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
