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to disturb anything. Sampson s murmur was soft, happy.
He drifted, sometimes asleep, sometimes not, just listening to Sampson s heartbeat.
Your skin is so soft, Sampson murmured. Like flower petals. Or a butterfly s wings.
He purred softly, pleased all through. He worked hard to keep his skin perfect, desirable,
markable. It aches for your touch.
Mine specifically? Already?
I & He blushed dark, hid his face in Sampson s chest. How fickle and flighty and
impossibly naive he must sound. You must think I m silly.
No. No, I um, think it s ah, great. I & um. Well, my hands ache to touch.
Sampson squeezed him. I mean um, you specifically.
Oh. He relaxed and grinned, pushing even closer. Okay. Good.
You think, um, other people are gonna censure us?
Us? No. But you ll get lots of warnings, I m sure. Alain sighed, hand petting
Sampson s hip. Lots of people are & mad at me. Maybe even furious.
At you? Sampson sounded disbelieving. Why would anyone be mad at you?
Because after Harry died, I did some really bad, really stupid things. Lots of people
wouldn t mind if I left the club, but Kes Kestrel helped me.
Yeah, but, um, Harry died and you were, ah, left all alone and nobody touched you. Of
course you did stupid things you, ah, just wanted someone to touch you! Sampson s arms
tightened, held him close.
He nodded, eyes filling with tears. Yes. Yes, that s it exactly.
Oh, don t um, don t cry. Ah, please. You aren t alone anymore.
I m sorry. I just & He blinked quickly, clearing his eyes. I don t mean to make you
uncomfortable. It just feels so overwhelming, having someone understand me.
I just don t want you to be sad. The long fingers wiped his cheeks. You don t have to
be sad anymore.
Okay. He nuzzled into the touch, already distracted.
You re so sensual. Sampson chuckled. We re never gonna make it, ah, to another um,
scene. You keep, um, distracting me.
I imagine we ll find our way back to the playroom, eventually. He grinned, nuzzling
Sampson s chin.
With all this, um, beautiful skin just waiting for my hands to mark it, I m um, sure, too.
Oh, yes. He shivered, hips shifting of their own accord, pushing towards Sampson.
Can I, um, taste you?
Oh & Oh, yes, please. He nodded, rubbing against Sampson, wanton and ready.
Cool. Sampson kissed him and then turned him onto his back, slowly kissing his way
down.
He shuddered, thighs parting. Hot.
You are. Sampson sucked at his nipples and licked a circle around his navel.
He peeped, toes curling. Oh!
That wicked tongue dipped into his navel and then nuzzled down toward one hip. I love
your skin.
Thank you. Oh, you feel good, Sampson. He shifted, purring softly.
You taste good. Really good.
Sampson nuzzled his cock and licked the tip. Really, um, good.
A soft groan escaped him, toes curling with the jolt of pleasure that shot through him.
Sampson took in the tip of his cock, sucking softly, tongue flicking across the very top.
He whimpered, hips jerking restlessly, hands opening and closing again and again. Sampson
hummed around his prick, mouth going slowly down on him.
He stretched out, vibrating with pleasure. Sampson.
Sampson s hands were sliding over his skin, soft and gentle, as if reading him with the
long fingers. He was lost to sensation, twisting and arching, babbling softly with pleasure.
Sampson took him all the way in then let him out and then took him deep again, head
bobbing slowly. He arched, muscles ripping, balls drawing up tight.
Sampson s fingers slid beneath him, grabbing his ass and sliding into his crack as the
suction increased. Alain spread wide, crying out a warning scant seconds before he came, prick
throbbing in Sampson s lips.
Sampson drank him down, sucking softly, gently.
He settled into the sheets, eyes dropping closed. Oh. Oh, Sampson.
Mmm & I love the way you taste. And the way, ah, you feel. So good, Alain. Sampson
continued to lick at his skin.
Alain purred, hands reaching down to tangle into Sampson s hair. Sampson nuzzled into
his touch, slowly kissing his way up. Every touch was pure warmth, sweet and right and easing
his soul.
Sampson gazed down at him and brought their mouths together, kissing him, sharing the
taste of his own come with him. He moaned, opening wide, tongue sliding deep into Sampson s
lips.
The long body more than amply covered his, keeping him warm, cocooned within
Sampson s heat and aura. He took a moment just to revel in it the warmth, the pressure, the
pleasure, the feeling.
Long-fingered hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks. Sampson was so
sensual, always touching. He pushed into that touch, moaning softly, almost shaking with
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