[ Sam tilts his head slightly with a small smile, listening to Friday as he goes. His fingertips ghost the wings, petting and stroking as he works to get an idea of his and where on them makes Friday squirm and make the prettiest noises.
He is particularly focused on Friday's expressions, but he'll take one of Friday's hand once he's stopped guiding his own to bring to the bulge in his jeans in response to the question.
But, in all honesty? His eyes say Friday can touch him wherever he wants. ]
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He is particularly focused on Friday's expressions, but he'll take one of Friday's hand once he's stopped guiding his own to bring to the bulge in his jeans in response to the question.
But, in all honesty? His eyes say Friday can touch him wherever he wants. ]