[ Sam's fists curl tightly as York's tongue works over his skin. Despite the numb of the drink, it feels as if every square of skin echoes the pull and drag. By the time York stares down at him?
Sam is a little hazy-eyed himself, staring up in some sort of heated awe, before watching him turn away to kiss Sombra. Their mouths touch, sharing the sting of the liquor, and he...
He wants. It feels good, and he wants to know what that feels like, too. ]
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Sam is a little hazy-eyed himself, staring up in some sort of heated awe, before watching him turn away to kiss Sombra. Their mouths touch, sharing the sting of the liquor, and he...
He wants. It feels good, and he wants to know what that feels like, too. ]