So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
To Sam's delight, Milo didn't even seem to look twice at his chest, the man's hands still eagerly touching and feeling; while Sam's senses were beginning to fade, the friction on his skin now only feather-light, to be accepted such as he was was a revelation in itself and he moaned happily, rocked his hips towards Milo.
As his lip was bitten he moaned again but now louder, needier, knowing how to play the part of a desperate lover (and loving it too: if he could not feel the true sensations of this, Sam would enjoy himself with the fantasy). Kissing Milo, he moved to fully pull down the man's pants to his thighs, freeing his cock, which his hands swiftly returned to, stroking and turning his hand over it and letting his palm stroke over the tip.
"It looks like you warmed up." Sam said with a laugh, trying to keep one hand on Milo as he reached to unbuckle his own belt but struggling a little with it, fumbling with the clasp.
As his lip was bitten he moaned again but now louder, needier, knowing how to play the part of a desperate lover (and loving it too: if he could not feel the true sensations of this, Sam would enjoy himself with the fantasy). Kissing Milo, he moved to fully pull down the man's pants to his thighs, freeing his cock, which his hands swiftly returned to, stroking and turning his hand over it and letting his palm stroke over the tip.
"It looks like you warmed up." Sam said with a laugh, trying to keep one hand on Milo as he reached to unbuckle his own belt but struggling a little with it, fumbling with the clasp.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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