It was an obvious question with an obvious answer, but Sam was glad he'd asked it when he heard Nate speak, the growl in his voice doing something that sent little shocks of electricity down Sam's spine. Was it wrong, for Nate to still affect him like this? Whether it was or not, it didn't seem like Nate was arguing; Sam had to admit there was a part of him excited at the idea of being able to tempt him back.
His lips parted as he watched Nate remove his shirt; he'd always found him attractive, and at the question he didn't have to consider his answer: Sam leaned back, kept his legs parted and breathed: "Yes. But I'd like to." In the moment, with the sensations he was feeling overwhelming after so long without, he didn't consider what Nate might notice was different from the last time they were together; all he could think of was contact, touch, the throbbing heat in his groin.
Before Nate came close Sam unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his small delicate breasts, covered in a swirling, thin pattern of ginger hair and freckles. "I'd like it very much if you touched me."
His lips parted as he watched Nate remove his shirt; he'd always found him attractive, and at the question he didn't have to consider his answer: Sam leaned back, kept his legs parted and breathed: "Yes. But I'd like to." In the moment, with the sensations he was feeling overwhelming after so long without, he didn't consider what Nate might notice was different from the last time they were together; all he could think of was contact, touch, the throbbing heat in his groin.
Before Nate came close Sam unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his small delicate breasts, covered in a swirling, thin pattern of ginger hair and freckles. "I'd like it very much if you touched me."
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
