He waits in the dark, feeling the way Sam moves against his touches, the catches of breath. He's not sure if he's pressed to far, though he suspected Sam didn't mind such attention from males. When he did not move away his suspicions were confirmed and he felt his heart speed up in excitement.

"That's okay," he murmured, brushing his fingers across his chest and up so he could cup his jaw. His thumb slid across the coarse hairs, tilting him up ever so gently.

"It actually makes you sexier," he purred before pressing his lips to Sam's, gentle but firm. He wanted Sam to want this, but he didn't want to scare him off even still. Cautiously he brushed his tongue over Sam's lip, leaning in just a fraction more.