What, we need to make him sweat? [ He pours another shot in the hollow of Sam's throat, thumb sweeping back and forth over the rise of his collarbone in time with his pulse. ] I think I can swing that-
[ It's easy to lean in like he's going right for Sam's throat- but he stops early. Drags his tongue up the line of his sternum to start for the required salt before dipping into the measure of tequila. He sucks, pulling on skin and liquor alike before nosing his way to Sam's jawline, peering down at him for a moment. Barely breathing over his lips before he turns to return the shared shot like Sombra had for him a moment ago. ]
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[ It's easy to lean in like he's going right for Sam's throat- but he stops early. Drags his tongue up the line of his sternum to start for the required salt before dipping into the measure of tequila. He sucks, pulling on skin and liquor alike before nosing his way to Sam's jawline, peering down at him for a moment. Barely breathing over his lips before he turns to return the shared shot like Sombra had for him a moment ago. ]