There weren't that many places that Sam could think to go for this. The house he'd just built, like the treehouse, was off limits, but he still had room in the compound so...well that was that wasn't it
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When they got downstairs, as inevitably all stairs end up going, when they ducked into the door that separated Sam's room from the rest of the cookie cutter blocks in the basement, the blond turned to face Ian. It was still a weird sort of comfort to be able to look up at the person he was about to do things with. Sure, it was only a few inches, but damn it felt good.
He hooked his finger in the waistband of Ian's pants and pulled him ever so slowly closer, rising up as much as he had to to kiss him slow and deep.
The first time had a haphazard feeling to it, which had been nice, had been more than nice, but Ian was starting to get the feeling that, this time, he was being seduced and that was nice too. He let Sam tug him close by his belt, hips first and then bent his head to meet Sam's mouth, his lips parting with a soft sound, the kiss deeper than before.
Sam thrived in this sort of privacy. So long as he was certain that there couldn't be anyone scrutinizing his every move, he was at home in his body. His hand sought Ian's and when he found it, he moved it carefully to the hem of his shirt. Ian might be from some whacked out time period and well...Scottish, but Sam didn't think he was above getting a not so subtle hint.
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He hooked his finger in the waistband of Ian's pants and pulled him ever so slowly closer, rising up as much as he had to to kiss him slow and deep.
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