[ The tequila leaves his skin cool and tingling in its wake, which is a good thing, as Sam himself is suddenly feeling quite warm.
Letting Sombra that close to his throat feels like a dare, like baring it to a set of teeth and trusting they won't close on him. He doesn't shut his eyes, doesn't look away, but his pulse begins to rabbit in his throat.
It doesn't slow when Sombra peels away to offer York his share. ]
steaminess abounds
Letting Sombra that close to his throat feels like a dare, like baring it to a set of teeth and trusting they won't close on him. He doesn't shut his eyes, doesn't look away, but his pulse begins to rabbit in his throat.
It doesn't slow when Sombra peels away to offer York his share. ]