Oh...cool. [Stiles tried not to show how more than okay he was with Sam staying in Beacon Hills. He'd probably want to leave, eventually...]
...What if I don't want to take my time? [Stiles whispered into Sam's neck, as if he were disclosing an important secret - and he was, kind of. Stiles wasn't sure what exactly he wanted - just that it involved Sam - but he knew something was going to happen and despite his concerns...Stiles didn't know if he wanted to wait so long for whatever it was to happen.
But then, he also had to make sure Sam was okay with it. Stiles hadn't exactly had a chance to discuss the legality and questionable morality of everything with him. If Sam was kissing him now just because he wanted to make sure Stiles wasn't going to go and off himself after what had happened, Stiles would be hurt. And pissed. But mostly hurt.
Those doubts, however, disappeared as Stiles kissed around to the other side of Sam's neck, shifting halfway into the man's lap as he curved his head around Sam's jaw.] Oh...um...
[Sam's erection was straining against his jeans, pressed against Stiles' thigh, solid and very, very present. Stiles pulled back to look at Sam with wide eyes, but froze and stayed where he was, partially on top of the man's lap.]
[Every little kiss sends sparks along his skin. He wants this, wants Stiles so badly, but the last thing he wants to do is push him after what had happened with the hunters.
[Sam also remembers what it's like to be confused, not entirely sure what you want or you're ready for. He steadies Stiles in his lap, making sure he doesn't overbalance himself and slide off. Careful to keep him steady, but not enough to make him feel pinned.
[He gives him a reassuring kiss at his sudden, surprised sound.] We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay? [If Stiles was comfortable simply making out, then that's all they'd do.]
Okay. [Stiles looked down at Sam's bulging jeans, then trailed up to his chest, finally meeting Sam's eyes again. Sam kept him balanced there for a moment before Stiles slowly reached down, pressing his palm to Sam's erection in one, firm stroke through his jeans.]
[He draws in a sharp, sudden breath when Stiles boldly riches him. Sam draws him in close, kissing him slowly. He wants Stiles to touch him, run his fingers along his chest and body. He wants to lay him down and love him without pain or fear (out an audience) and do things the right way.
[Hunters live in a world of questionable legality and morality anyway. He's more worried about Stiles and what he needs.] Yeah. I want.
[Stiles watched Sam carefully, wondering if he was going about this the right way. Stiles brought his hand back up and stroked Sam again, shifting so he could straddle the older man's lap. The touch seemed to be good, judging by Sam's sharp breath, and Stiles wrapped his fingers over him, squeezing gently.]
I... [Stiles didn't know what he wanted. Just, Sam.] ...is this okay?
[Stiles leaned forward, brushing a kiss over Sam's lips, free hand splaying across Sam's upper chest.]
[A small moan slips free as he palms him. Slow necking. They can do that for awhile. Until he feels more confident with things. Sam returns the kiss, tongue slipping between his lips. The weight of Stiles in his lap isn't heavy; it's perfect.] Yeah. It is.
If you need to slow down or stop, any time, tell me, okay?
[His hands slide up his back and down again, fingers just brushing at the hem of his shirt]
I will... [Stiles shivered as Sam's hands trailed over his back, tongue brushing against Stiles' lips. He stroked Sam a few more times before pausing, fiddling with the buttons on Sam's jeans.]
...Are you sure you...want to risk this? [Stiles slowly worked Sam's button open, fingers searching out the catch of his zipper.] I don't want to get you in trouble. [Though they'd already broken the law in regards to relations with a minor in the biggest way possible.]
[Sam smiles into the kiss, leaning to nuzzle at the line of his jaw.] I'm a hunter. If I wind up in custody, the line of charges they're going to level at me is probably going to be a few miles long as it is. [And that one had already been broken, even if it was under duress.
[He sucks in a gasp as nimble fingers find his zipper. Taking his hand, Sam eases Stiles up off his lap. They were going to do this right. Still holding his hand, Sam tugs him in the direction of his bedroom.] Let's get a little bit more room than the couch.
So I guess meeting the parent is out? [Stiles joked, humming at Sam's affectionate touch.
Stiles stood up when Sam moved him, movie entirely forgotten...until Sam tugged his arm and the suspense music leveled out into an ungodly shriek, making Stiles jump again and trip, knocking over a stack of books and items he hadn't noticed earlier on his way down. Apparently God decided to team up with gravity and refuse to give his awkward coordination a break.] ...Ow.
...What if I don't want to take my time? [Stiles whispered into Sam's neck, as if he were disclosing an important secret - and he was, kind of. Stiles wasn't sure what exactly he wanted - just that it involved Sam - but he knew something was going to happen and despite his concerns...Stiles didn't know if he wanted to wait so long for whatever it was to happen.
But then, he also had to make sure Sam was okay with it. Stiles hadn't exactly had a chance to discuss the legality and questionable morality of everything with him. If Sam was kissing him now just because he wanted to make sure Stiles wasn't going to go and off himself after what had happened, Stiles would be hurt. And pissed. But mostly hurt.
Those doubts, however, disappeared as Stiles kissed around to the other side of Sam's neck, shifting halfway into the man's lap as he curved his head around Sam's jaw.] Oh...um...
[Sam's erection was straining against his jeans, pressed against Stiles' thigh, solid and very, very present. Stiles pulled back to look at Sam with wide eyes, but froze and stayed where he was, partially on top of the man's lap.]
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[Sam also remembers what it's like to be confused, not entirely sure what you want or you're ready for. He steadies Stiles in his lap, making sure he doesn't overbalance himself and slide off. Careful to keep him steady, but not enough to make him feel pinned.
[He gives him a reassuring kiss at his sudden, surprised sound.] We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Okay? [If Stiles was comfortable simply making out, then that's all they'd do.]
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And you...want to?
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[Hunters live in a world of questionable legality and morality anyway. He's more worried about Stiles and what he needs.] Yeah. I want.
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I... [Stiles didn't know what he wanted. Just, Sam.] ...is this okay?
[Stiles leaned forward, brushing a kiss over Sam's lips, free hand splaying across Sam's upper chest.]
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If you need to slow down or stop, any time, tell me, okay?
[His hands slide up his back and down again, fingers just brushing at the hem of his shirt]
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...Are you sure you...want to risk this? [Stiles slowly worked Sam's button open, fingers searching out the catch of his zipper.] I don't want to get you in trouble. [Though they'd already broken the law in regards to relations with a minor in the biggest way possible.]
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[He sucks in a gasp as nimble fingers find his zipper. Taking his hand, Sam eases Stiles up off his lap. They were going to do this right. Still holding his hand, Sam tugs him in the direction of his bedroom.] Let's get a little bit more room than the couch.
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Stiles stood up when Sam moved him, movie entirely forgotten...until Sam tugged his arm and the suspense music leveled out into an ungodly shriek, making Stiles jump again and trip, knocking over a stack of books and items he hadn't noticed earlier on his way down. Apparently God decided to team up with gravity and refuse to give his awkward coordination a break.] ...Ow.
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