So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam let out a charmed, happy laugh under his breath as Milo moved him to go to the chair together; it filled his heart with light joy to know he was desired, to feel carried and cared for. As Milo's chest was revealed he bit his lip, taking in the view eagerly: it had been a long while since he'd gotten to touch someone so attractive (and touch he did - any second he had, Sam was trailing his fingers along Milo's chest, around his hips, stroking his sides).
"Mhm. It's all up to you." He said, going to straddle Milo in the chair and help to take off his shirt; since his incident with the voice he had gained back slight breasts, a swell under his chest hair, noticeable but not overly apparent. Some anxiety came over Sam as he was revealed (he had hoped to be as undressed as possible, but in the heat of the moment...), but he continued on the assumption that Milo still found him attractive, leaning in to kiss him hard as one hand moved down the smuggler's chest and to his pants, pushing inside as soon as Milo opened his buckle and gasping with flattered delight at what he found there, hand immediately getting to work stroking Milo's cock.
"Mhm. It's all up to you." He said, going to straddle Milo in the chair and help to take off his shirt; since his incident with the voice he had gained back slight breasts, a swell under his chest hair, noticeable but not overly apparent. Some anxiety came over Sam as he was revealed (he had hoped to be as undressed as possible, but in the heat of the moment...), but he continued on the assumption that Milo still found him attractive, leaning in to kiss him hard as one hand moved down the smuggler's chest and to his pants, pushing inside as soon as Milo opened his buckle and gasping with flattered delight at what he found there, hand immediately getting to work stroking Milo's cock.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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