"...Is that...okay?" Stiles asks, pulling away for a second before kissing across Sam's shaft nervously. It certainly sounds like he's doing okay, those breathless cries giving Stiles all the right kinds of goosebumps. He cups Sam's balls gently, massaging them as he slowly wraps his lips around the head of Sam's cock, flicking his tongue over Sam's slit for the first time. Stiles can't hold back the soft moan that rumbles out of his chest at Sam's delicious flavor, having him sliding his tongue back over him for more, swirling slowly around him.

Stiles glances up at Sam, hazel eyes wide as he dares to bob down a little farther, not even halfway down Sam's cock as he tests the waters.