Attaboy. [ His lips brush against the shell of Sam's ear for a moment, eyes caught by Sombra's and...alright, they're doing this. He huffs a soft laugh before leaning down to close his lips around Sam's navel, sucking up the tequila, licking the salt on his skin steadily upward along his chest and throat. The barest prickling of teeth- a press, a light drag, not a bite technically, and he's looming over Sam with bright, glimmering eyes.
No teasing this time. York leans down to seal their lips together, sharing the tequila with a flick of his tongue. ]
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No teasing this time. York leans down to seal their lips together, sharing the tequila with a flick of his tongue. ]