Sam Banks asks nice. That's the thing. He kisses Evan West like he's got all afternoon — and he does — spits in his mouth sweet as you please, talks filth right into his ear until Evan's dripping with it. Cock leaking, head spinning, completely gone. Sam rims him slow, fucks him in the afternoon sun, coaches him through every stroke, every moan, every desperate thrust. Polite about all of it. Asks real nice. Over and over until Evan has no choice but to give him exactly what he asked for