[He's about to ask what exactly is going on here. Why the hesitation? The buildup. They're just ribbons, after all.]
[Honestly, he's damn startled at the hand in his hair. Only then there's a mouth on his and a hand at his chin and what the hell is happening. Why -- what -- how -- Is Sam drunk? He has to be drunk. Completely off his rocker.]
[Not... that he's not enjoying it. God, he is, of all things. Why is it so nice? Why is it making him blush harder and energy prickle all along his limbs and why is kissing a man doing this?]
[It's not even like it's an open-mouthed kiss. And all the same, his heart starts pounding like it is one.]
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[Honestly, he's damn startled at the hand in his hair. Only then there's a mouth on his and a hand at his chin and what the hell is happening. Why -- what -- how -- Is Sam drunk? He has to be drunk. Completely off his rocker.]
[Not... that he's not enjoying it. God, he is, of all things. Why is it so nice? Why is it making him blush harder and energy prickle all along his limbs and why is kissing a man doing this?]
[It's not even like it's an open-mouthed kiss. And all the same, his heart starts pounding like it is one.]