Stiles can't help but marvel at Sam's moan, how he's hardening beneath Stiles' fingers. That he can make Sam feel like this...it's amazing and Stiles doesn't think he'll ever get tired of showing Sam how much he loves him, finding his response evident in more than words...

Stiles works down Sam's pants, pushing them farther down his hips, slowly bringing the boxers down with them to reveal Sam. Stiles strokes him lightly, kissing down his neck to the line of his shirt.

"I...can I try something?" Stiles whispers, blushing at the request. He wanted to taste Sam, for the first time...but he also didn't want to screw up and look like an idiot on his graduation/engagement night.