"I don't know," Sam admits, because he believes in being honest.
The fact that they're having a polite conversation about it should surely feel much more strange to him. Instead he finds himself contemplative, as if he's not just been informed that his virginity will be taken by this pirate with a member like he is a demigod. Takes another sip of rum as well. Lets his eyes track from the pirate's face to the necklace on the table, to the way he can see that cock fill with more blood, grow bigger in every since of the word, ridges glistening with dribbles of slick. He doesn't know everything about sex - he was too young when his parents died, and did not fool around enough to find out. But he knows the basics. Knows that alpha dick isn't supposed to get wet, but imagines it helps the way his own slick does.
He looks back to the necklace. That, too, is extraordinary. Does not compare to the silver and gold on fine ladies, nor even to the precious pearls some favor.
"I am to be your mate." Sam says it like a question, a little. Perplexed, clearly. Reaches up and rubs at the bruising on his arm a little. Doesn't notice that the hastily draped curtain slips a bit, revealing the dark circle of a nipple on one side of his chest. "So you would court me, if you had the time. But I do not get a choice?" He poses the question carefully. Almost conversationally, like they're not drawing the line around Sam's freedom and future here. The fact is that something like this was bound to happen, sooner or later, and he knows it. Nods to the necklace - but doesn't pick it up. Not yet, at least, because to pick it up would be to accept a proposition he needs to understand better first. "Tell me what this is. Is it your payment for my virginity and compliance? Is it a courtship I am to accept so you can have me with consent? Is it a mating gift because you won't just have me, you intend to keep me?"
Even as he speaks, Sam leans forwards a little. Helps open Bucky's loose pants further so that his cock isn't constrained, can jut up from his crotch more freely. He doesn't touch Bucky now - but treats the display of alpha arousal without fear.
"Will you hurt me?"
Because there are bruises on his skin, and there would have been worse if Walker could have had his way.
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The fact that they're having a polite conversation about it should surely feel much more strange to him. Instead he finds himself contemplative, as if he's not just been informed that his virginity will be taken by this pirate with a member like he is a demigod. Takes another sip of rum as well. Lets his eyes track from the pirate's face to the necklace on the table, to the way he can see that cock fill with more blood, grow bigger in every since of the word, ridges glistening with dribbles of slick. He doesn't know everything about sex - he was too young when his parents died, and did not fool around enough to find out. But he knows the basics. Knows that alpha dick isn't supposed to get wet, but imagines it helps the way his own slick does.
He looks back to the necklace. That, too, is extraordinary. Does not compare to the silver and gold on fine ladies, nor even to the precious pearls some favor.
"I am to be your mate." Sam says it like a question, a little. Perplexed, clearly. Reaches up and rubs at the bruising on his arm a little. Doesn't notice that the hastily draped curtain slips a bit, revealing the dark circle of a nipple on one side of his chest. "So you would court me, if you had the time. But I do not get a choice?" He poses the question carefully. Almost conversationally, like they're not drawing the line around Sam's freedom and future here. The fact is that something like this was bound to happen, sooner or later, and he knows it. Nods to the necklace - but doesn't pick it up. Not yet, at least, because to pick it up would be to accept a proposition he needs to understand better first. "Tell me what this is. Is it your payment for my virginity and compliance? Is it a courtship I am to accept so you can have me with consent? Is it a mating gift because you won't just have me, you intend to keep me?"
Even as he speaks, Sam leans forwards a little. Helps open Bucky's loose pants further so that his cock isn't constrained, can jut up from his crotch more freely. He doesn't touch Bucky now - but treats the display of alpha arousal without fear.
"Will you hurt me?"
Because there are bruises on his skin, and there would have been worse if Walker could have had his way.