So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Milo seemed to be picking up on what it was Sam liked; a man that could take charge, grab him and use him as he wanted. "Good." He breathlessly said into the kiss, a smile on his lips that made his moans content and warm, his hands grabbing tight onto Milo wherever he could, letting the smuggler fuck him as hard as he needed to.
Letting out a surprised, delighted gasp as he was lifted, Sam hooked his arms around Milo's shoulders to hold himself up as they moved across the room. He'd be thinking about this encounter for many nights to come, the imagery of it still ripped from his most secret fantasies even without the heat in his body to go with it. Putting a hand back to brace himself as he leaned onto the counter, he easily let his legs be lifted, stretching over the space he had to look the best he could, posed and coy, for Milo to look at while he thrust.
He paused for a moment as Milo did, stretching it out as he rocked his hips, only shallowly letting Milo's tip only just press into him. After a moment of this, with no warning, he pushed his hips down hard, moaning as he was once again filled.
Letting out a surprised, delighted gasp as he was lifted, Sam hooked his arms around Milo's shoulders to hold himself up as they moved across the room. He'd be thinking about this encounter for many nights to come, the imagery of it still ripped from his most secret fantasies even without the heat in his body to go with it. Putting a hand back to brace himself as he leaned onto the counter, he easily let his legs be lifted, stretching over the space he had to look the best he could, posed and coy, for Milo to look at while he thrust.
He paused for a moment as Milo did, stretching it out as he rocked his hips, only shallowly letting Milo's tip only just press into him. After a moment of this, with no warning, he pushed his hips down hard, moaning as he was once again filled.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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