For once – well, for now – Keiran's cheeks were free from the seemingly permanent pink tinge that happened when Sam was around. The guy just seemed to know how to catch him off guard. And tonight was no exception.
While he'd known that Sam was a dancer, he didn't... well, he didn't really think it all the way through. It had been quite a shock to see what the man actually did as a job, and he seemed unabashed as they sat together in a room, with Sam relatively less clothed than Keiran.
It was around now that Sam's hand crept into his vision, and while the other man seemed completely absorbed with the movement of his hand, Keiran was having a very vicious internal debate. While he was insanely curious as to what Sam's hand's destination was, he was quite aware that he should probably move away, that this was going in a direction he wasn't completely sure about.
It seemed he didn't have much of a choice as Sam's hand brushed against the scruff on his cheek, a touch that was innocent enough that it didn't have Keiran's stomach flip-flopping nervously. It was the assault of his mouth that followed that he wasn't prepared for.
A very un-manly yelp was startled from him as Sam pushed him to the couch, a blush reigniting his cheeks yet again as Sam bit and licked his lips. The feeling, while quite welcomed by Keiran's body, left his mind more muddled and confused. Both of his hands had immediately gone to Sam's shoulders, though whether they yearned to simply support the man or push him away was unapparent.
It was rare that someone took charge with Keiran, especially considering his size. It was even rarer that he didn't refute such an action with violence.
Instead, he lay at a cockeyed position under Sam, his legs going one way while his body angled another. For a moment, he was overwhelmed by the sensation of another person being so close, close enough to taste, touch, smell... - Sam smelled fantastic, oddly enough.
The stiff reflex of his muscles relaxed, his large hands gently holding Sam's shoulders instead of bracing himself against them. And even while he blushed, he laughed, “Are you okay, Sam?”