He doesn't really get the chance to investigate before York's mouth is on him. It's so strange, so foreign, that pliant heat sliding across his skin, and he digs his nails into his palms to hold himself still.
He wants this. Wants to be worthy of it, to feel that spark of want up close, and when York presses his mouth to his with a spill of sharp sweet on his tongue, Sam opens his mouth to it. Swallows the tequila down with a faint, indistinct noise in the back of his throat. ]
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He doesn't really get the chance to investigate before York's mouth is on him. It's so strange, so foreign, that pliant heat sliding across his skin, and he digs his nails into his palms to hold himself still.
He wants this. Wants to be worthy of it, to feel that spark of want up close, and when York presses his mouth to his with a spill of sharp sweet on his tongue, Sam opens his mouth to it. Swallows the tequila down with a faint, indistinct noise in the back of his throat. ]