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Lyle was wary about how much bigger Sam was compared to himself. Eyes ping ponging back and forth between them, looking and admiring the differences in Sam. Curious about how Sam was going to go about this due to the differences.
Would he go slow? Would he be impatient? Would he think it'd be easy? Does Sam even know of those rumors? Heat filled his face as he looked up, eyes locking on Sam's worried ones. Oops, he hadnt meant to show his thoughts. Though Sam could read him easily, he read everyone easily.
Lyle sucked in a breath and he felt Sam's fingers start to explore, rough fingertips massaging into him. He doesn't think rough has ever felt so good, Sam's studious gaze on every little reaction. Every hitch in his breathing, every kept moan, Sam saw it and adapted. Lyle needed more, just a light poking and prodding wasn't going to cut it.