[ Another laugh escapes, but this one isn't muffled as well, arms buckling just a little to protect his sides; it's hard to glare when he's laughing, he finds. It's unfair, really, he decides, because he has to support himself and Sam is using that to his advantage. It's enough to get him to rock back onto his knees, hands sliding along the outside of Sam's thighs once he's slipped out of the kiss, using the grip to yank him downward and up against his lap. Propping his lower back and hips against the muscle of his thighs. ]
I didn't know there were rules. [ Which means he might cheat, if there was such a thing. Especially considering the way his hands were already snaking up his thighs, toward the inner skin, searching out sensitive spots, more than willing to abuse their intimacy to tickle him in return. To be fair though, Sam started it. ]
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I didn't know there were rules. [ Which means he might cheat, if there was such a thing. Especially considering the way his hands were already snaking up his thighs, toward the inner skin, searching out sensitive spots, more than willing to abuse their intimacy to tickle him in return. To be fair though, Sam started it. ]