[ 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. ]
[ He's not sure if he should swallow it all down because he does want Sam to kiss him after this and isn't sure if Sam would be as into the taste of himself on his tongue as other guys. Unfortunately, Friday's reflexes are too slow, and between his feverish jerking and the tight suction of his lips and tongue, he doesn't have time to pull away as Sam's release floods his mouth.
Friday does at least try not to look as starved for it as he feels, turning away slightly while his throat muscles work, heat swelling faster across his own cheeks before he nods. ]
Yes...I am going to assume you enjoyed it well enough.
[ It would be a bit obvious if he did not, and Friday can't completely hide how turned on he'd been by it himself as he restrains his hands from smoothing down the bulge in the front of his pants. ]
You looked...rather breathtaking while you finished, if that is not too forward to admit.
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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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Friday does at least try not to look as starved for it as he feels, turning away slightly while his throat muscles work, heat swelling faster across his own cheeks before he nods. ]
Yes...I am going to assume you enjoyed it well enough.
[ It would be a bit obvious if he did not, and Friday can't completely hide how turned on he'd been by it himself as he restrains his hands from smoothing down the bulge in the front of his pants. ]
You looked...rather breathtaking while you finished, if that is not too forward to admit.