“Feel good?” asked Sam, smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He ground his hips against Danny’s again.
“Ohgod,” managed Danny.
“Are you said you’re not gay,” whispered Sam into Danny’s ear, and the pulled back a little. Too far. Just a little too far.
“Don’t,” ground out Danny. “Just. Don’t stop.”
“Bi at the very least.” Another grind. “Let’s see where this takes us . . . ”
A few moments later, which seemed to go one far longer than they should - and why did Sam’s pants have to have so many unnecessary buckles, anyway? - Danny was looking at Sam in shock.
“Sam. You don’t have-I mean, you’re circumcised?”
“Well, I am Jewish. Don’t let it bother you.”
Danny didn’t.
*** Because if Sam were male, he'd still be a goth and defy convention by being gay. And bone for Danny. But at least it wouldn't be icky het sex.
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“Feel good?” asked Sam, smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He ground his hips against Danny’s again.
“Ohgod,” managed Danny.
“Are you said you’re not gay,” whispered Sam into Danny’s ear, and the pulled back a little. Too far. Just a little too far.
“Don’t,” ground out Danny. “Just. Don’t stop.”
“Bi at the very least.” Another grind. “Let’s see where this takes us . . . ”
A few moments later, which seemed to go one far longer than they should - and why did Sam’s pants have to have so many unnecessary buckles, anyway? - Danny was looking at Sam in shock.
“Sam. You don’t have-I mean, you’re circumcised?”
“Well, I am Jewish. Don’t let it bother you.”
Danny didn’t.
***
Because if Sam were male, he'd still be a goth and defy convention by being gay. And bone for Danny. But at least it wouldn't be icky het sex.