[ Sam would be glad to know at least someone knows what happened because he still doesn't even after trying to discuss it with the person several times whew.
He goes to sip his water, moving his arm out of the way to let Friday come into his lap, though, enjoying the longer kiss while also appreciating the forwardness and willingness of the other.
Shifting his weight, he'll lean forward to press up against Friday under the guise of reaching to set the glass back on the coffee table behind him and coax the other to straddle his lap as he leans back, hands resting at his hips. His smile is intrigued as he looks up at the other. ]
Oh, but such a beauty that could give me much of my confidence back with just a few words really deserves so much more.
[ He follows Sam's urging, pressing closer as he bends his knees and hugs both sides of Sam's hips with them. His fingers push through his hair, combing across his scalp and down his neck as he looks down at Sam, taking in his expression curiously. ]
I am sorry your confidence ever faltered, but I do think you are very attractive and very kind. I do not admittedly bring anyone home often...or at all. [ Not until very recently. ] I also had not been with anyone prior to the boat, so I cannot promise I am well-versed in pleasure techniques, but I am a quick learner.
[ Lets his gloved fingers dig into the soft skin at Friday's hips, shift his thumbs to slip between his shirt and beneath the waist of his pants and undergarments to brush at the bare skin hidden from sight. ] I see that I'm one lucky guy, then.
Mmm...don't worry, I tend to like to be the one doing the pleasuring. Go at your own pace, or just lose yourself in the sensations, whatever you desire.
[ He has a lot of experience with sex, but not so much sex in a mutually pleasurable or satisfying way, and even less so with people he's fond of. he's very confident he can make this a very pleasurable experience for Friday, though; and in turn himself even if the other has no clue what he's doing. ]
[ His hips rock forwards as he pushes into Sam's body ith a soft sound. ]
I am not going to sit here like a dead fish either, especially when you look so handsome tonight. I would like to place my mouth on every part of you I can reach.
[ He kisses the tip of Sam's nose, then brushes his lips across his mouth, his chin, and along his neck, pausing just to feel against Sam's pulse. His tongue unfurls and drags a slow, long line over the vein. ]
How about we start just like this –as we are? You can take my hat off and touch me underneath.
[ His hands guide Sam's to his hat, showing him where his wings are eagerly twitching under the fabric. ]
If you insist, I won't complain in the least about that.
And I do want to get you out of these clothes. It's a shame to hide your figure. [ Sam smiles, reaching to pull Friday's hat off it let it drop to the couch as one hand goes to brush against one of his wings. ]
I know they're sensitive to touch, but do you get pleasure from them being touched a certain way?
I was trying to adapt a style far removed from the fitted and tailored clothes I normally wear, and they are rather sensitive, yes...Stroking them, rubbing them is analogous to sliding your fingers over your–
[ His eyes dip downwards before he rocks himself over Sam's lap, pointedly grinding against his crotch to make it rather obvious what he means. His wings then spread out encouragingly as he guides Sam's hands near the delicate joints and tendons that connect them to his head, moaning softly at the touch. ]
Softly. Carefully. Please tell me where you would like to be touched in return.
[ 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. ]
[ His wings give another shiver at Sam's fingertips just barely stroking them before Friday pushes his fingers through Sam's hair and makes him face upwards at him. He then leans down slowly to kiss Sam, taking his time to languidly explore the inside of his mouth while he rocks forwards, grinding their hips together.
A groan spills into the kiss as Friday grows harder against his stomach, his wings closing around Sam's cheeks as he silently encourages him to keep touching. ]
[ The kiss is quite nice and Sam returns it in the same manner. He sure does appreciate Friday's lack of hesitance and in turn there's no hesitance from Sam. He's careful and particular, keeping track of what makes Friday shiver and gets those pretty sounds from him as they go, but never hesitant in his touch.
He takes the others actions as encouragement to keep going and so he does. While one hand will remain caressing those wings, the other is gripping the Friday's ass to press them together firmly to make that grinding initiated be felt even more between them, a pleased and gutteral sound escaping his throat. ]
[ He lets out an urgent and needy moan at that, definitely not complaining about being plastered together like this as he rolls his hips hard into Sam's. He only breaks the kiss to suck down more air and lower his mouth to Sam's chin and down the side of his throat, teeth digging just underneath his jaw bone to bite and suck until the skin starts to swell against his tongue.
His hands open a few buttons to rub against his chest, tracing along firm pectoral muscles and reaching out with one of his thumbs to caress one of Sam's nipples. ]
Is this all right? I never realized how fit you are, but I almost always see you in layers.
[ a soft ah escapes him before it turns into an airy laugh. ]
Oh, it's more than all right. As for my fitness level ... well, I hope it's a nice surprise for you~. [ his hand slides from the wings down Friday's back to grab at the hem of his shirt, starting to lift it up to encourage Friday to help him with getting it off him. ]
Before this gets out of hand and I don't have the patience or restraint to properly ask, is there anything off limits? Or something you really like? Rough, tender, etc.?
[ He does pull away to remove his sweatshirt and undershirt before helping Sam out of his just so he can treat his eyes to the sight of his bare upper body. He is exquisitely well-built even if he is not quite at the same tier as a muscle-bound body builder. ]
There is nothing off-limits. If you wish to be rough, you can so long as there is no permanent scarring above the neck. The rest can be hidden. Also do be careful if you pull or bite my wings or touch my halo...
[ Speaking of which, he summons it from where he had it hidden in his messenger bag so it can appear back over his head, shining brightly. ]
It may not look like it but it does function like an extra limb connected to my nervous system.
[ He combs his fingers through Sam's hair and kisses him on the mouth once more. ]
Not at all, but I am still rather new at this...and only had one other partner thus far. If we come across other things that I do not like, I will tell you.
How about you? I am curious how you would act if you lose control.
All right, we'll experiment and see what you like and don't.
[ nips playfully at Friday's lower lip after the kiss before leaning forward to run his teeth along the sharp line of Friday's jaw before dragging underneath towards his throat with a hum. ]
I'm pretty experienced, but I usually focus on pleasuring my partner rather than worrying about them doing the same. I do tend to like it rough and messy and raw, but I think I'm pretty good at the whole gentle worship thing, too. At the very least, my confidence on things can be shaky, but making you sure you enjoy yourself during this?
[ his fingers brush along the other side of Friday's neck to ultimately ghost the bottom of one of his ear wings as he whispers against his ear. ] Pretty confident you'll be very, very [ clicks his teeth together with a smile, barely missing scraping them along the other's actual ear ] satisfied.
[ He chuckles as his head tips back, his ear wings shifting and visibly shuddering at the whisper. Probably also smacking Sam in the face as the others grow out from his skull until there are three pairs.
His own lips drop to Sam's clavicle, nuzzling along the bone as one of his hands sneaks in between their bodies to gently draw his palm along the front of his pants. ]
Would you like to take some of the edge off inside my mouth?
[ His body shakes with another soft chuckle as he drags the heel of his palm back and forth over Sam's groin. He plants a quick kiss on his mouth before moving to the ground and spreading Sam's legs apart while he reaches for the button and zipper to his pants.
His hands are very gentle and careful in peeling Sam's underwear down and freeing his cock, giving it a few leisure strokes while staring at it curiously. He hasn't seen enough to have a good frame of reference for dicks, but it looks impressive. ]
You know, if you wanted to grab my wings and use my mouth as well, you are quite welcome to. I could tap your thigh if it starts to hurt or if I choke.
[ Sam's lips twitch at those words: tell him what you're really hoping for, Friday, without telling him what you're really hoping for. He doesn't say anything, but he's happy to accommodate with his actions instead. He'll bring a hand to wrap around the back of Friday's head, coaxing him down towards his dick.
Wing-grabbing can be after he gets Friday's mouth on him, but he will use his other hand to brush along one of the wings teasingly for now. ]
[ His wings spread out, feathers spaced out slightly as he's touched, trying to bite back a moan at even the hint of a touch to them. His fingers explore the length of Sam's cock, tracing his way down the tip to the base and caressing him between his balls as he breathes out against the tip.
Then he takes a small test lick, pushing tongue against salt-tinged flesh, his heart hammering in own throat from nerves and excitement. He knows he's going a bit slow, but he doesn't want to misstep and he also wants to take his time to streak his tongue along the underside and taste all of Sam. ]
[ Man, he can't remember the last time he was looking at such a pretty face between his legs, and it's really doing things to him. He thought he would be less affected, truthfully, but Friday's doing a good job making him feel like it's actually okay to really let loose and fully enjoy this encounter whereas he usually stays pretty strictly in control.
That's a good thing, but he still wants to tread carefully. If Friday has been with so few partners, he absolutely plans to make sure that if the idol adds more to his roster in the future that Sam's name isn't left at the bottom in terms of being a good fuck.
For now, though, he lets Friday control the pace, doing a really good job resisting directing the other to do anything other than making sure he knows when he does something Sam really likes. He cares their wings meticulously but doesn't yet grab at them, teasing him similarly to running his fingers through his hair. ]
[ His eyes flick upwards, watching Sam's reactions with an assessing eye before his wings start being teased once more. His halo glows faintly as his jaw goes more slack around the head of Sam's dick before he races to muffle himself by taking as much of Sam as he can into his mouth.
His lips close near the base, his groan sending vibrations around the length of his erection, leaving Sunday trapped between trying to focus and asking to be touched more, though he doesn't want to fall apart before Sam does. Both hands continue to clench gently around his balls and around the root of his dick, stimulating him as he slowly moves his head around, bobbing to a harried rhythm while he tastes more of Sam on his tongue and grazing the back of his throat. ]
[ his hands finally move to slide and grab at the base of Friday's wings, letting his fingers run across the feathers as they move to close further in. He'll tug forward then as he thrusts a bit into the other's mouth, although he does his best to do so slowly and with a rolling of his hips rather than anything brutal. That doesn't mean he's necessarily trying to avoid choking him, but Sam is giving him a chance to get used to it or at the very least have a chance to stop it before it's too much if he doesn't like it.
He's let his head tilt back against the couch but only for a moment before he's turning it to one side to be able to glance down at Friday again. ]
Mm, that's it... aha... if you keep touching me like that while you suck me off, though, I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours real soon~.
[ fair warning. And judging by the arousal in his drawl, Sam probably isn't very concerned about climaxing too soon. Whether that means he'll stop the other before he does or that he's pretty confident he can get it back up right after remains to be seen. ]
[ His eyes widen slightly as pleasure erupts at the base of his skull and careens down his spine, making him moan louder around Sam's cock as his body releases a visible shudder. Sam's words and the sight of his pretty facial features smoothed out in bliss only encourage Friday more as he tries to keep his throat relaxed. Tries to suck him in deeper, lips tight around his skin and wings spreading out in Sam's grip.
He can feel his own cock throb against his thigh, but he's more hyper-focused on getting Sam off at the moment as pumps him at the base of his dick, encouraging him to empty everything out inside of Friday's willing mouth. ]
[ he's not sure if he should be concerned the other is a little too eager, but it's such a drag interrupting the flow of a sexual encounter even when well meant. Luckily, Sam is really not a novice at this in any sense, so much that despite the worry crossing his mind, he doesn't feel a need to discourage Friday because he's confident enough he can make sure he doesn't choke (at least, in a bad kind of way.)
While he doesn't hold back his orgasm, it's pretty controlled (no wild bucking of his hips, no loss of control that he gets really rough there) but that doesn't make it a bad one either. He grits his teeth, realizing it's been a bit since he's felt this relief which is really just so... damn nice.
Even though he made quite the effort not to make it uncomfortable, he still does, as soon as the initial pleasured-filled haze clears from his mind, go to check on Friday. ]
Ah, you okay—?
[ he's confident he didn't caught too much discomfort, but what he isn't experienced in is doing this with anyone he gives a shot about, so he still can't help but worry, anyway, now that the edge has been taken off. ]
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He goes to sip his water, moving his arm out of the way to let Friday come into his lap, though, enjoying the longer kiss while also appreciating the forwardness and willingness of the other.
Shifting his weight, he'll lean forward to press up against Friday under the guise of reaching to set the glass back on the coffee table behind him and coax the other to straddle his lap as he leans back, hands resting at his hips. His smile is intrigued as he looks up at the other. ]
Oh, but such a beauty that could give me much of my confidence back with just a few words really deserves so much more.
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I am sorry your confidence ever faltered, but I do think you are very attractive and very kind. I do not admittedly bring anyone home often...or at all. [ Not until very recently. ] I also had not been with anyone prior to the boat, so I cannot promise I am well-versed in pleasure techniques, but I am a quick learner.
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Mmm...don't worry, I tend to like to be the one doing the pleasuring. Go at your own pace, or just lose yourself in the sensations, whatever you desire.
[ He has a lot of experience with sex, but not so much sex in a mutually pleasurable or satisfying way, and even less so with people he's fond of. he's very confident he can make this a very pleasurable experience for Friday, though; and in turn himself even if the other has no clue what he's doing. ]
Willing to tell me how you like it?
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I am not going to sit here like a dead fish either, especially when you look so handsome tonight. I would like to place my mouth on every part of you I can reach.
[ He kisses the tip of Sam's nose, then brushes his lips across his mouth, his chin, and along his neck, pausing just to feel against Sam's pulse. His tongue unfurls and drags a slow, long line over the vein. ]
How about we start just like this –as we are? You can take my hat off and touch me underneath.
[ His hands guide Sam's to his hat, showing him where his wings are eagerly twitching under the fabric. ]
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And I do want to get you out of these clothes. It's a shame to hide your figure. [ Sam smiles, reaching to pull Friday's hat off it let it drop to the couch as one hand goes to brush against one of his wings. ]
I know they're sensitive to touch, but do you get pleasure from them being touched a certain way?
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[ His eyes dip downwards before he rocks himself over Sam's lap, pointedly grinding against his crotch to make it rather obvious what he means. His wings then spread out encouragingly as he guides Sam's hands near the delicate joints and tendons that connect them to his head, moaning softly at the touch. ]
Softly. Carefully. Please tell me where you would like to be touched in return.
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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. ]
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A groan spills into the kiss as Friday grows harder against his stomach, his wings closing around Sam's cheeks as he silently encourages him to keep touching. ]
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He takes the others actions as encouragement to keep going and so he does. While one hand will remain caressing those wings, the other is gripping the Friday's ass to press them together firmly to make that grinding initiated be felt even more between them, a pleased and gutteral sound escaping his throat. ]
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His hands open a few buttons to rub against his chest, tracing along firm pectoral muscles and reaching out with one of his thumbs to caress one of Sam's nipples. ]
Is this all right? I never realized how fit you are, but I almost always see you in layers.
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Oh, it's more than all right. As for my fitness level ... well, I hope it's a nice surprise for you~. [ his hand slides from the wings down Friday's back to grab at the hem of his shirt, starting to lift it up to encourage Friday to help him with getting it off him. ]
Before this gets out of hand and I don't have the patience or restraint to properly ask, is there anything off limits? Or something you really like? Rough, tender, etc.?
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There is nothing off-limits. If you wish to be rough, you can so long as there is no permanent scarring above the neck. The rest can be hidden. Also do be careful if you pull or bite my wings or touch my halo...
[ Speaking of which, he summons it from where he had it hidden in his messenger bag so it can appear back over his head, shining brightly. ]
It may not look like it but it does function like an extra limb connected to my nervous system.
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Not at all, but I am still rather new at this...and only had one other partner thus far. If we come across other things that I do not like, I will tell you.
How about you? I am curious how you would act if you lose control.
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[ nips playfully at Friday's lower lip after the kiss before leaning forward to run his teeth along the sharp line of Friday's jaw before dragging underneath towards his throat with a hum. ]
I'm pretty experienced, but I usually focus on pleasuring my partner rather than worrying about them doing the same. I do tend to like it rough and messy and raw, but I think I'm pretty good at the whole gentle worship thing, too. At the very least, my confidence on things can be shaky, but making you sure you enjoy yourself during this?
[ his fingers brush along the other side of Friday's neck to ultimately ghost the bottom of one of his ear wings as he whispers against his ear. ] Pretty confident you'll be very, very [ clicks his teeth together with a smile, barely missing scraping them along the other's actual ear ] satisfied.
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[ He chuckles as his head tips back, his ear wings shifting and visibly shuddering at the whisper. Probably also smacking Sam in the face as the others grow out from his skull until there are three pairs.
His own lips drop to Sam's clavicle, nuzzling along the bone as one of his hands sneaks in between their bodies to gently draw his palm along the front of his pants. ]
Would you like to take some of the edge off inside my mouth?
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And he's fart more distracted by Friday's offer now, anyway. ]
Mmm... gonna say I'd like that very much, just in case I somehow look like an idiot that would say no to an offer like that.
[ Just in case, maybe don't answer him. He's also rolling his hips up against Friday's palm, his other hand moving to tangle into the other's hair. ]
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His hands are very gentle and careful in peeling Sam's underwear down and freeing his cock, giving it a few leisure strokes while staring at it curiously. He hasn't seen enough to have a good frame of reference for dicks, but it looks impressive. ]
You know, if you wanted to grab my wings and use my mouth as well, you are quite welcome to. I could tap your thigh if it starts to hurt or if I choke.
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Wing-grabbing can be after he gets Friday's mouth on him, but he will use his other hand to brush along one of the wings teasingly for now. ]
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Then he takes a small test lick, pushing tongue against salt-tinged flesh, his heart hammering in own throat from nerves and excitement. He knows he's going a bit slow, but he doesn't want to misstep and he also wants to take his time to streak his tongue along the underside and taste all of Sam. ]
Still good?
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[ Man, he can't remember the last time he was looking at such a pretty face between his legs, and it's really doing things to him. He thought he would be less affected, truthfully, but Friday's doing a good job making him feel like it's actually okay to really let loose and fully enjoy this encounter whereas he usually stays pretty strictly in control.
That's a good thing, but he still wants to tread carefully. If Friday has been with so few partners, he absolutely plans to make sure that if the idol adds more to his roster in the future that Sam's name isn't left at the bottom in terms of being a good fuck.
For now, though, he lets Friday control the pace, doing a really good job resisting directing the other to do anything other than making sure he knows when he does something Sam really likes. He cares their wings meticulously but doesn't yet grab at them, teasing him similarly to running his fingers through his hair. ]
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His lips close near the base, his groan sending vibrations around the length of his erection, leaving Sunday trapped between trying to focus and asking to be touched more, though he doesn't want to fall apart before Sam does. Both hands continue to clench gently around his balls and around the root of his dick, stimulating him as he slowly moves his head around, bobbing to a harried rhythm while he tastes more of Sam on his tongue and grazing the back of his throat. ]
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He's let his head tilt back against the couch but only for a moment before he's turning it to one side to be able to glance down at Friday again. ]
Mm, that's it... aha... if you keep touching me like that while you suck me off, though, I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours real soon~.
[ fair warning. And judging by the arousal in his drawl, Sam probably isn't very concerned about climaxing too soon. Whether that means he'll stop the other before he does or that he's pretty confident he can get it back up right after remains to be seen. ]
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He can feel his own cock throb against his thigh, but he's more hyper-focused on getting Sam off at the moment as pumps him at the base of his dick, encouraging him to empty everything out inside of Friday's willing mouth. ]
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While he doesn't hold back his orgasm, it's pretty controlled (no wild bucking of his hips, no loss of control that he gets really rough there) but that doesn't make it a bad one either. He grits his teeth, realizing it's been a bit since he's felt this relief which is really just so... damn nice.
Even though he made quite the effort not to make it uncomfortable, he still does, as soon as the initial pleasured-filled haze clears from his mind, go to check on Friday. ]
Ah, you okay—?
[ he's confident he didn't caught too much discomfort, but what he isn't experienced in is doing this with anyone he gives a shot about, so he still can't help but worry, anyway, now that the edge has been taken off. ]
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