As I recall... [ His voice trails off for a moment, feeling the press of Sam back up into him, the warmth of his skin and that smile-- it's distracting. ] Your ass can be quite delicate given the right situations. [ And with that grin there's no doubt he knows what he means, because he likes to embarrass Sam a little-- like's that he knows him well enough to do it now, and that he gets it, really gets it.
Of course all that smug is a little turned on him when he feels the grip on his hips, though if he could stop the set of them from rolling over, he doesn't make any indication toward it. Flopped out on the bed he peers up at Sam though that same pleased look hasn't left his face. Fingers skim the lines up the outside of his thighs and to his hips, only pausing to raise an eyebrow. ] Comfortable?
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Of course all that smug is a little turned on him when he feels the grip on his hips, though if he could stop the set of them from rolling over, he doesn't make any indication toward it. Flopped out on the bed he peers up at Sam though that same pleased look hasn't left his face. Fingers skim the lines up the outside of his thighs and to his hips, only pausing to raise an eyebrow. ] Comfortable?