So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam easily let Milo handle him, biting his lip and closing his eyes as he felt hands strong and sure on him, holding his face and guiding fingers down from his neck to his hips; he so rarely got to be instinctual, to live in the moment. He kept his hand lazily, loosely stroking Milo's shaft as his own pants were removed.
For just a moment, Sam was conscious of himself, of the obvious difference between them: he had never had a sexual encounter with his original anatomy, did not quite know how Milo would react...but it seemed, just like with his chest, he didn't mind. Very happy to please, Sam moved to line himself up, one hand holding Milo's cock still as he moved to sink down, lifting his face to the ceiling as he did so with a gasp.
He had never before felt himself be filled in this way; even without the warm and overwhelming sexual sensations associated with the act, feeling Milo enter him was enough to make Sam whine appreciatively, leaning forward to kiss sloppily at the man's mouth as he slid down further, bottoming out quickly and waiting for Milo to set the pace.
For just a moment, Sam was conscious of himself, of the obvious difference between them: he had never had a sexual encounter with his original anatomy, did not quite know how Milo would react...but it seemed, just like with his chest, he didn't mind. Very happy to please, Sam moved to line himself up, one hand holding Milo's cock still as he moved to sink down, lifting his face to the ceiling as he did so with a gasp.
He had never before felt himself be filled in this way; even without the warm and overwhelming sexual sensations associated with the act, feeling Milo enter him was enough to make Sam whine appreciatively, leaning forward to kiss sloppily at the man's mouth as he slid down further, bottoming out quickly and waiting for Milo to set the pace.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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