Good boy. [He watches that iron will go to work, and grins to himself, waiting a moment longer and then slowly, oh so slowly, dipping his head again, this time to press his lips to the sensitive skin just above the waistband of those shorts. And this time, his fingers peel the waistband away from skin and lift it carefully over the delightfully full shape of Sam's cock. His lips follow in its wake, kissing down the length of that cock as he pulls the shorts down.]