"Off." Stiles smiles, sliding his hand against Sam's abdomen, slowly taking Sam's with him up over Sam's head. He let his fingers flutter gently over Sam's skin, reverently kissing his way across the man's chest. God, Sam is beautiful. Beautiful, intelligent, with the best heart Stiles has ever seen in anybody. And he's going to stay, he's going to be Stiles'...he's going to be Stiles' husband. Stiles can't even begin to articulate how happy that makes him.

Stiles kisses Sam tenderly, then lightly removes himself from the man's lap, standing in front of him. Stiles bites his lip, a little nervous, and tugs Sam's pants farther down, to his ankles. Swallowing in anticipation, Stiles kneels between Sam's legs, taking the man's cock in his hand, pressing a kiss to the head.