Such a gentleman - Yakov

Aah… A break once in a while was probably one of the best things to ever be invented. Or, at the very least, it was nice to catch a break to get some air before Sam had to go home from work, seeing as he was off in just about half an hour. His show was over and done with - well, theirs was, which was why he was standing outside right now, with the other drag queens who had performed this evening.

The others were smoking, whereas Sam just stood there, talking with them, with a mimosa in hand that he’d gotten on his way out - he liked the drink, and he thought it fit in well with the entire ‘cutie’ look he had going on with his own drag. Whereas the other guys were somewhere between 180 and 190 even without their heels, and a bit more coarsely built, with more drastic makeup than himself, Sam was… Well, somebody had once called him a ‘trap’ before, and he guessed so? He was definitely the one looking like the natural girl out of the bunch.

With his lower height, petite build, perfectly plump thighs, cute little bubble butt and his soft jawline, it really didn’t take a lot for him with the makeup to make it seem believable - add a long wig and a very revealing dress to that with his impressive tucking skills, and he really did look like a little cute, flat-chested girl. The dress was perhaps just a little too little this night, though - every time a wind passed by it send a shiver throughout his entire body, and he sorta wishes he could grow his scales without needing to be submerged in water - the cold wouldn’t have bothered him if he’d just been able to do so. But hey, what you didn’t do for beauty and your queen pals, right?

It was honestly a weekend evening like so many others for Yakov. He had settled down in Gaia, despite his meeting with his... ex-lover? And figuring out that he was also a teacher at the same school as Yakov. And of course, Yakov was an assisting teacher in one the subject, that the very same ex-lover was teaching in. But nonetheless, Yakov was stubborn and stayed, despite the rough start. Not just to be defiant, but also because he had a lot of connections in Gaia.

In fact, he was headed home from one of those connections. A witch, who had been part of the Russian aristocracy when Nikolay II was Czar, and who had managed to run away before communism could take her riches. It was nice seeing her again, and there had been several other former Russians, who Yakov either knew personally or knew by name. All in all, it had been nice. But right now, Yakov was on his way home. He had one hand buried in his pants pocket and the other had a lit cigarette which he moved to his lips every now and then, taking a small huff from it.

It was there, on his way home, his eyes caught a very scandalously clad, freezing young woman. He almost stopped in his tracks though, when he saw the 'women' who were surrounding the girl. They were quite obviously men in dresses, makeup and wigs, but as his eyes again fell back on the small girl, a slight smile tugged at his lips, and he decided to walk over there. He shrugged off his suit jacket and held it in his hand. "You look like you're freezing. Do you want to borrow a jacket?" he asked with a small charming smile, holding the jacket open for the girl to quickly get on if she wanted. He could feel the other 'ladies' gazes on him, but he focused his eyes on the girl.

Alright, maybe this was still just a little bit too cold, even with his coworkers here trying to shield him a bit from the bitter cold whenever a wind swept by. He took a sip from his drink, wishing the alcohol could maybe work it's way into his system a bit faster, knowing he wouldn't feel the cold as much if he just got drunk. This dress really should've waited until the beginning of the summer. Really.

But just then, he caught sight of a man walking over to them - or rather, himself in particular - out of the corner of his eye. As he approached, Sam turned a little to better see him, and had to hide some shock from his features, because he definitely knew that face. Where he'd seen him, he couldn't quite say... At least until the man spoke up, offering him his jacket, because that voice was one he'd heard many times already. Yeah, that was one of his teachers alright, offering him his jacket to shield him from the bitter cold. And one of the handsome teachers, too, to boot.

He considered the offer for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded, quickly moving into the offered jacket and almost sighing with relief as the residual body heat in it chased away the chill from his fair skin. "Thank you," he then said, in the lighter voice he always used when he was in drag. "It's not often I meet gentlemen like you." and well, that was true, but then again, gentlemen weren't usually the ones visiting drag performances. Or the ones going to the night clubs.

Yakov's smile grew ever so slightly when the girl accepted his offer and laid the jacket on her shoulders. When she was in it, he quickly rubbed her arms a few times, to create friction and make more heat under the jacket, before pulling back to a more socially acceptable distance between strangers. The girl looked so cute, all swallowed up by his jacket. While he didn't have a lot in the height department, he was broader, and he what height he did have over her, the jacket was still long enough to cover her up down to her little round bottom. But even as Yakov was admiring her, he was at the same time acutely aware of the drag queens around them, who were not so subtly listening in on their conversation, giggling to each other every now and then.

"You're welcome," he replied, leaning his head down ever so slightly as if to bow, before straightening up. What she said next was a bit of a surprise though. A gentleman? Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he was called that! But he wasn't about to disagree. "Really? Well, the other gentlemen are missing out then, aren't they?" he asked, chuckling ever so slightly, before reaching his hand out, the same way, he would've when greeting aristocrats in Russia.

"My name is Yakov Romanov. May I ask what yours is?" he asked, dark brown eyes meeting blue, almost familiar eyes. Had he seen her before somewhere? If she gave him her hand, he'd gently pull it closer and give it a soft kiss on the back of it, before lowering it. He wouldn't let go of it though unless the pretty little lady pulled back.

Alright, he couldn't stop a smile from blooming on his full, painted lips when he felt the rubbing, and it was still in place when he looked up at yakov again as he stepped back again. Sam pulled the jacket just a little bit closer around himself, maybe just sniffing at the collar of it a little bit, discreetly... But damn, he smelled good, too...

Sam's eyes never wavered from the man in front of him, and he shrugged, smile getting just a little crooked with Yakov's comment. "I guess they are. They certainly don't know how to grab a lady's attention." and he was pointedly ignoring the louder giggles from his colleagues just then, instead just batting those baby blues at Yakov. And when his eyes caught Sam's own, as he looked up, the light caught his eyes just so that the silvery sheen became much more pronounced, one of the things that did make his eyes so very easy to remember.

"Of course, when you ask so nicely." small, cute giggle, go. "I'm Farrah Moan," he then introduced himself, taking his hand, the cute little smile returning with the soft kiss to the back of his hand, which like the rest of him was pretty androgynous - slim, petite, soft and with long, painted nails. He didn't let go of Yakov's hand, just kept holding it, reveling in the warmth of that broad hand around  his little, slim one.

Yakov rubbed his thumb gently over the girl's slim hand, as if to keep her warm just like that. He was obviously not bothered by the cold, even though the only thing shielding his torso from the cold, was the thin cotton of his shirt. But honestly, when you had lived in Russia for most of your life, it really wasn't that bad right now. But this little lady didn't have to freeze, so he was more than happy to help her keep warm. Yakov usually didn't find the opposite gender very interesting. This woman was actually a perfect example of the kind of women Yakov found dreary. Scandalously clad, fake-looking, the list could go on. But for some reason, this girl caught his interest nonetheless.

"Farrah?" he repeated, smile still tugging on his lips. "Well, Farrah, what are you doing out in the cold? You aren't exactly dressed for the weather," he asked chuckling, moving ever so slightly forward. Still not imposing on any personal bubble though, but close enough that he could see the silvery sheen of the otherwise blue in the girl's eyes. Looking into them still reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his finger on who exactly.

Alright, Sam really hadn't counted on this when the night began, but he was finding it harder and harder to care at all about flirting with his teacher, who did seem to be - at least right now - a lot softer and gentler than he thought he would be. Not that it was a bad thing, no, on the contrary - and maybe he should be feeling bad, deceiving his teacher like this, but he really didn't. It was fun to see when people discovered he was a guy, for one, and second... Well, he still wasn't off, so he technically had to stay in character until he was done working.

"Oh, I was just out talking to these guys. They put on an amazing show," he answered, smiling and waving at his colleagues who put up smiles and waved back before they turned to hide their grins, just as Sam turned to look at Yakov again. "But I guess it is getting a little bit chilly... I should maybe go back inside..." he threw a look over his shoulder back at the door, then looked back at Yakov, just the slightest pout in place. "But you seem so nice, I don't really want to go just yet... Unless you wanna come inside, too?" he said, discreetly nodding toward the entrance of the club.

Yakov followed Farrah's gaze over to the drag queens, and gave a court nod to them, before looking back at the girl in front of him. He still hadn't let go of her hand though and used it to gently pull her slightly closer to himself, while she was talking. A deep chuckle escaped him when he was asked if he wanted to go into the club with her, and he looked up at it with little to no interest in what it had to offer - not counting the woman in front of him of course.

Normally, Yakov would avoid bars and nightclubs like the plague. He preferred to drink his vodka in solitude, and besides, places like this were often littered with demons and vampires, who would love to drink his blood. So if it were anyone else, he'd politely decline the offer and be on his way... But he was curious about this woman, and wanted to know why she was so familiar... And maybe, just maybe, revel in the fact that he was actually attracted to a woman by his own free will, and not because he forced himself.

"Why thank you," he replied to the compliment, before continuing. "But sure, why not. I don't have anywhere to be tonight." With those words, he gestured for Farrah to take the lead with his free hand. And as she began to walk, he let go of her hand, to place it on the small of her back, just above her perky little butt.

Sam smiled softly, halfway to himself, halfway to Yakov, looking down at their hands as he pulled him closer, making his smile widen just a little bit before he finally looked up at his again when he heard that chuckle. Okay, the was a really nice sound, especially compared to knowing how cold he could act as a teacher. It was nice to see the other side of him . especially knowing that he didn't know who he was, yet. And he was sort of planning to keep it that way unless things evolved.

And after Yakov had his thinking break, and agreed to walk with him inside, the made his smile turn into more of a little, still sort of innocent smirk as he turned around and led Yakov inside - very aware of every little detail in his walk, like always. Swinging the hips just so, keeping to the small steps in the heels, walking with a practiced ease and perhaps winding up walking a tad bit slower than he started out with, when he felt the hand in the small of his back, to maybe get just a little more pressure, a little more skin contact through the dress that was barely even a dress, instead of just the presence of the hand.

"Maybe we could... Sit here?" he suggested, batting his baby blues at Yakov after gesturing to a smaller, sort-of private booth in the corner of the room, with plush leather seats.

On their way to the door, Yakov discarded what was left of his otherwise forgotten cigarette, and followed Farrah inside. The smell of way too many people hit his nostrils, and honestly, he felt a little claustrophobic in the room. But he followed the woman nonetheless, ignoring the few gazes from other people they got. Most of them were probably aimed at Farrah, she was very beautiful after all, but he did feel a few on himself - although it wasn't as much the gazes as it was people sniffing the air. Gross.

Luckily though, Yakov's little mistress of the night found somewhere a little more private, and the slightly stiff and borderline threatening expression melted away as soon as Farrah turned to him. He smiled slightly again, before nodding. Normally, he'd gesture for her to sit down first, but he had slightly other plans, he sat down in one of the seats, legs apart, and patted on his thigh, urging her to sit on his lap. As soon as she sat down, he placed his hand on the small of her back again, fingers sneaking in between the chains to gently stroke the soft skin hiding underneath. The other hand, he placed innocently just above her knee, waiting to do anything more or less, until she showed a sign that she was okay with it, or wanted him to back off.

"You look beautiful, Farrah," he complimented her, before chuckling slightly. "It makes me wonder how a pretty little lady like yourself wasn't swarmed with men, offering their jackets out there. Not that I'm complaining. If they had, I wouldn't sit with you now."

The soft smile on his full lips widened when Yakov nodded, and the angel barely got to pat his thigh twice before Sam placed his small, perfect bubble butt there, scooting into place and brushing the hair of the wig back behind his shoulders. He'd moved to sit sideways in Yakov's lap, one arm casually moving behind his neck for just a little bit added stability, the slim fingers idly playing with the collar of his shirt.

He let a low, pleased hum leave his through, just a bit higher in tone than it usually would be, when he felt the warm fingers brush gently over the soft skin of his back, and the broad hand on his leg. It was probably pretty obvious that he didn't mind at all - because he didn't. To have someone as handsome as Yakov touch him like that? Yeah, he loved it. never mind that he didn't know who Sam really was, and thought that he was a girl... He'd tell him when he needed to.

"Aww, thank you," he then said, smiling brightly at the compliment, and twisted just slightly in his upper body, raising his free hand to let a finger gently run down Yakov's jawline. "And I'm not complaining, either... Not when it meant that a guy as handsome as you came around, instead." and then he added a wink and a cute little giggle, just adding to the illusion of being this young, cute, 'innocent' girl.

Yakov chuckled when Farrah gave him a compliment in return, calling him handsome, and leaned slightly into her touch. She sure was something, wasn't she? He leaned a little bit forward, their noses almost touching, as the hand on her leg slowly slid further up her thigh until it was just beneath the edge of her 'dress.' He used his fingers to play with the edge once again waiting for her to egg him on. Not that it had to escalate right here and right now, Yakov could be a patient man if he wanted to. But the innocent girl act seemed to be just that. An act.

"Then I suppose both of us got lucky, huh?" he asked letting the tip of his nose graze the woman's, his eyes half-lid as he waited for Farrah to give him permission to lean in the last inch or so, for their lips to meet. And when he did, it was soft, not at all needy or desperate like the many couples around them. Just light, hopefully making the woman yearn for more. Meanwhile, his hand on her back, moved to the side of her hip, so he could pull her closer, just ever so slightly, while the other moved to her inner thigh.

The smile pulling at the full, pouty lips were so very visible in the silvery blue eys as well, as they locked with Yakov's brown ones while he leant in, another soft noise, this one almost like a purr, leaving Sam's throat when the hand on his thigh moved, brushing over his incredibly soft skin. Of course he made sure to get himself waxed ever so often, to never really leave any hairs to impact the smoothness of his skin. in that regard, he liked being a siren - his hair didn't grow back all that quickly, and when it did, even his beard was rather smooth compared to others'.

He moved just a little against that broad hand, slowly turning the rest of his body until he finally had moved to sit with a leg on each side of him instead of sitting sideways, but it no way making any move to stop the hand on his thigh. Now more comfortably seated, he slipped his other arm around the angel's neck, too, the slim fingers of both hands slipping into his hair, the fake nails scraping lightly against his scalp - just enough to be felt, nothing more. "I guess we did," he said, with another slight giggle - and as Yakov leant in, their noses touching, Sam almost automatically closed his own eyes, humming pleasantly when their lips met. And even here, he was delightfully different from other men... So many of them didn't know how to restrain themselves and almost launched themselves at him. But this guy... He knew how to give just a small taste, and that made the smile spread on his lips again. But that hand slipping to his inner thigh... Ow, fuck, okay, maybe he was enjoying this too much. Definitely far too much for being all tucked up. Ouch... He moved just a little uneasily in Yakov's lap.

Their lips met and Yakov for once found kissing someone somewhat enjoyable. Yakov didn't like needy, cheap and quick, he prefered his hook-ups to be a little more delicate and far more enjoyable. He'd rather spend several hours just exploring someone's body and figuring out what made them writhe beneath him and beg him for more - or in a few cases, what made someone all the more desperate to take him. It was far more interesting than just quickly getting off, 'cause let's face it, he could do that quicker and more effective on his own.

But Farrah here seemed to like the pacing, and enjoying that he didn't give her everything at once, at least in the kiss. What his hands were doing, was an entirely different thing. The hand on her thigh kept sneaking up further and further on her leg, until the tips of his fingers brushed the line of her panties. He brushed his knuckles ever so slightly against the front - a little surprised to not find any wetness at all. Had he misjudged her reactions? He pulled back from the kiss, just as Farrah started to seem uncomfortable, with a tinge of worry in his eyes. Not so much for her, but rather for his own ability to read people.

"Too much?" he asked, chuckling slightly to make the situation a little lighter, as he moved his hand up on the top of her thigh, instead of her inner thigh. Here, he toyed slightly with the edge of her panties, but didn't try to push her further, until she either gave him an okay, told him off, or just explained what was going on.

Yeah, that kiss had been more than enjoyable - and so had the hand brushing his sensitive skin. A little too much, and well, that combined with having tape all around that general area while Yakov's knuckles bumped against it, really weren't helping things. He gave the angel a small smile and was just about to try to cover it up with some bullshit, when he heard a familiar voice behind him and almost jumped in Yakov's lap, freezing up for just a second.

Because yeah, that was Liam's voice, as he had been about to walk by but stopped dead in his tracks. "Sam, what are you still doing here? It's past your shift." the demon asked, one eyebrow raised as he looked at the drag queen sitting in the angel's lap. Sam turned his head to smile apologetically, and forgot all about speaking in the lighter tone - he just didn't do that to Liam, for some reason. "I know, sorry, I'll be going in a few minutes," he quickly said with an apologetic smile. Liam nodded, cast a last glance at the pair, and then moved on, leaving Sam to turn back around to Yakov, whom he was sure now knew exactly who he was. His real name, his real voice, the color of his eyes - it'd be a miracle if he didn't recognize him by now. "... Souhm. Yeah. Iah..." he kinda couldn't find a way to explain it properly just now, not as sudden as he'd been exposed.

To say Yakov was confused would be underestimating the situation. He didn't really care too much about Farrah not being the girl's name, plenty of people used aliases, himself included. It was rather that the girl who Yakov had been kissing, wasn't really a girl. And his name was Sam. And looking into his eyes, hearing his voice, Yakov suddenly realized why 'Farrah' seemed so familiar. It was Sam Evans, one of Yakov's students, who didn't know too much about, except that he was flamboyant and did fairly well in his classes. Yakov had been about to make out with that very same Sam Evans and had already brushed his hand against his junk - which he hadn't realized had been a dick and it honestly confused Yakov more than the fact that he was a guy, if he was being fairly honest.

Now, Yakov was very adamant about his claims of not being into men. So much that he hadn't been with another man since... Okay, well, his track record wasn't that great, because Julian had messed it up recently, but that situation put aside, he hadn't been with a man since around 1926. He had slept with quite a few women since then though, and he had tried to force himself into liking them. And so far, no woman had hurt him as much as the only two men he had shared his body with, so he guessed it worked out. Except he didn't. He always ended up regretting it, and hadn't he been so pissed off at God, he'd probably live in celibacy right now.

But nonetheless, Yakov didn't move his hands. He just leaned back in his seat slightly, tilting his head, as he watched Sam try and explain himself, with an unreadable expression. What to do... He moved the hand that had been on Sam's back, and reached up to gently tug a strand of hair behind his ear, before letting it fall to Sam's thigh as well, albeit on top of his dress.
"I hope you did your homework for this Monday before coming here," he said, no apparent disgust or uneasiness. As far as he remembered, Sam wasn't as young as he looked, so technically Yakov wouldn't be in trouble if they slept together. So, the hand that had laid pretty dormant under the dress, started toying with the edge of the panties again, as he raised an eyebrow, kind of curious about Sam's reaction.

Yeah, that was recognition, pure and unadulterated recognition in Yakov's eyes, and now Sam sorta felt bad for deceiving him, but not really, anyway... His shift had only ended like five minutes ago, Liam was just very adamant on people leaving at the correct times... And he was supposed to entertain and lure in any new potential customers, which Yakov essentially had been? Of course, he noticed that Yakov didn't move his hands even after recognition had struck him, and he took that as a good sign. How could it be anything else?

And with that everyday question, in this not-so-everyday situation, Sam's cheeks heated up, though the heavy makeup hid most of the blush from view, thank fucking God. "Iuhm. I did." his eyes flickered a bit this way and that, before settling on the angel again, now just a slightly apologetic grimace in place. "Sorry, butuhm. Yeah. Work. And, uhm. Well. You're... Yeah." alright, normally he had no problem at all admitting how attracted he was  to someone, but when it was his teacher and he now knew he was his student, that was a whole other matter. he shook his head and cleared his throat, starting over. "What I meant was, sorry for sorta deceiving you like this, but it's sorta part of my job." and then a would-be casual shrug, all while still really enjoying the playful fingers toying with the edge of the small panties he wore.

Yakov just watched as Sam tried to explain himself, although he did seem fairly flustered. Okay, maybe it didn't really help, that Yakov kept playing with the boy's panties, sometimes sliding them down to his inner thigh and other times letting his fingers slip under the material, to caress the skin underneath... But that made it a bit more interesting because Sam tried to seem cool and casual, and it didn't really work that well.

"It's quite alright. You were pretty convincing," he replied, offering a slight smile in return. He wasn't quite sure how to handle it though. He really tried to go out of his way to avoid getting intimate with other men. The only men he had allowed to get that close had hurt him or worse, cursed him, so could you blame him? But somewhere in his mind, it kept being pointed out that Sam was a very feminine man. He was smaller than Yakov in most departments, and while sirens weren't exactly weak, he still felt like he could be the one in control. At least in bed.

Yakov shook his head at himself mentally, before pulling Sam closer by his hips, so he was firmly seated in a way, that let him feel the bulge in Yakov's pants. He wasn't exactly hard, they had barely done anything, but he wasn't limp either. "I would've offered you a spot on my bed, but I'm a little bit at a loss right now. You're a man after all," he mused, one hand sliding down so he could gently run the back of his fingers over where Sam's dick should be, but somehow wasn't? Honestly, he was a bit confused as to what was going on underneath the panties.

Alright, this was still pretty damn fucking awkward, but at least Yakov didn't seem like he was just going to run off or anything, so Sam forced himself to relax a bit more, taking just a slightly deep breath to help himself calm down, even while the fingers softly stroking his skin sent pleasant shivers through his body. "Well... Thanks. I do try to be." he then said, shrugging a little, but the smile was genuine enough. He hadn't been doing it for as many years as some of his coworkers after all, so he got pretty darn happy about each and every compliment he got for his drag.

A small noise, almost a yelp, escaped his throat when he was pulled closer - and couldn't help the weak grin as his blush resurfaced, feeling that bulge. "... I'd have gone with you," he admitted, biting his full lip, eyes following the fingers exploring the tucked up business down there, before he loked back up at Yakov, into those pretty brown eyes. "... And I will, if the offer still stands. I wasn't lying when I told you I think you're handsome." but he also had noticed how adamant he seemed on being straight - not that he quite believed it to be any more than wishful thinking on Yakov's part right now, not with the way he was still letting his fingers explore his skin. And if he was too reluctant... He guessed he could always sing? That'd give him a clear answer, anyway...

Yakov had been pretty brave until now. He had tried to be suave and charming, but now his walls were breaking down a little, all because the girl he had tried to flirt with, wasn't actually a girl. He was starting to doubt his decision to keep rubbing Sam's legs and keep up the advances, as Sam now told him he wouldn't mind sleeping with Yakov. Which was great he supposed, he hadn't lost his charm, but the damn fact that it was a guy kept making him doubt it. It was quite obvious that his body wanted it, but his mind was reeling and he didn't know what to make of it.

It was obvious he had gotten a bit self-conscious about his hands' placement, as he pulled them out from under Sam's dress, and instead placed them on his hips again. Why did it have to be so difficult. He kept thinking about Julian, Nikolay and Stephen, but Sam was nothing like them. He wasn't tall, masculine or handsome in the same way they were. Sam was small, feminine and cute, with wide hips, soft legs and long nails. He wore makeup on a day-to-day basis, dressed up in drag to perform and fucking hell, if he hadn't been busted by that guy from earlier, Yakov probably wouldn't have realized he was a guy until he realized there was a dick. Maybe. If he had one. Yakov still wasn't sure what to make of it.

Maybe it was the glasses of wine and vodka from earlier, maybe it was his dick talking or maybe something entirely different, but Yakov ended up pressing his lips against Sam's. It was still as calm as before, but a little more insisting this time. Not wet though. Yakov had learned his lesson about kissing people with lipstick, alright. He pulled back slightly, looking into Sam's eyes, for a second before opening his mouth to say something. "I'm not gay though," he muttered, sounding a bit like a stubborn child.

Sam's gaze wavered a bit again, following the movement of yakov's hands - and feeling rather relieved that he wasn't just removing them, and still seemed... Well... Sorta open about this, even with how adamant he had seen and heard him being about his sexuality, and actually feeling slightly honored to see this more accepting side of him. He was probably just in denial, though, if his body's reactions were anything to go on, but that didn't scare off Sam in the slightest. He knew plenty of gay guys who were still in the closet.

Therefore, Yakov earned himself another soft, pleased hum when their lips touched again, Sam's eyes closing for a few seconds as he tilted his head just a little bit, leaning into the soft kiss, those silvery blue eyes opening again when their lips parted once more, to look directly back into Yakov's deep brown. A soft smile pulled at his lips when he heard that muttering, though. "Uhuh. And I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger," he just said, moving a little in the angel's lap - just enough for his thigh to rub gently against that telling bulge in Yakov's pants. "Don't even try to hide it from me, unless you want me to find out for certain by singing to you. You should already know what a siren's singing does to people." perhaps that was just a little bit too bold, but... There it was. There was no way in hell that the man whose lap he was sitting in was completely straight, not with the way he was acting right now.

Yakov stiffened a little when Sam started rubbing his thigh against the bulge in his pants but didn't move away or try to stop him. It felt nice, okay, could you really blame him? He pouted, and when Sam pointed out that as a siren he could find out pretty fast, if he was into men or not. Yakov knew what he meant - sirens didn't have an effect on people who weren't attracted to their gender - meaning even though Yakov thought Sam was a girl, he wouldn't have felt the attraction if he wasn't into men. Magic was weird.

He sighed slightly and pulled the siren closer, so their torsos were pressed together, and hid his head by Sam's neck. "The offer still stands," he grumbled, a little miffed that Sam was insisting on him being gay. He sighed slightly before pulling back a bit - not a lot, just enough to look into Sam's pretty eyes. "Do you have to clock out or something before you leave?" he asked, cheeks a little more red than normally. Not that he was blushing. Yakov didn't blush. It was just hot in the building, that was all it was.

Of course, he felt the instant response when he moved his thigh, but Sam didn't really let it bother him. He could feel what Yakov - or at least his body - thought about this whole deal after all, and the pout made him chuckle, just a little bit. He took that pout for what it was; the angel being unable to come back with something against that. Because of cause he knew that just one small singing session from Sam, and the whole thing would be cleared up pretty damn fast.

The chuckle bled into a small, knowing grin when he was pulled closer, and he gently ran his fingers and long nails through Yakov's hair when he hid his face in the siren's neck. A soft, content humming was to be heard from Sam with Yakov's answer, and without further ado, as soon as Yakov had pulled his head back again, he leant in to kiss his cheek, just before their eyes locked again. "I only have my bag to fetch, and I can see it from here... No need to move," he answered, smile still on his lips before he leant back a little, to look over in the corner leading into the backstage area - yeah, he could juust see his bag. So, he concentrated, full attention on the bag, and since it was something he, of course, could carry around normally, he might as well be lazy and use his telekinesis for it... So he did, and moved the bag over to them without further ado, smiling as he put the strap over his shoulder. "There, done." he said with a bright smile Yakov's way. "You lead the way?"

Yakov tilted his head, slightly confused when Sam told him that he didn't have to move to get his bag. At least until Sam used what seemed to be an ability in order to "fetch" his bag. How curious. He watched as the bag came to the boy's hand, so he was now ready to get going and even asked if Yakow would lead the way. Well, alright then. "Sure," he replied, ushering Sam to get up from his lap.

As he did, Yakov got up as well, and once again put a hand on Sam's lower back. Together they walked outside and Yakov started walking towards the streets, where he quickly spotted a taxi. He waved at it, and it didn't take long for the driver to spot the two of them, and he drove up to them. Like the gentleman Yakov was, he opened the backseat for Sam, smiling slightly at him as he sat down and closed the door when he was in. He then moved to the other side of the car, to sit down in the backseat with the siren.

Without a single shred of hesitation, Yakov told the driver his address, not even entertaining the thought of going to Sam's. Not because he didn't want to go there, but more so because he wanted to be sure that they wouldn't get interrupted by either roommates or neighbours. As the driver started driving, Yakov placed his hand on Sam's thigh, rubbing the skin gently. "Now, what do you want to do when we get home, hm?" he asked teasingly, before letting his hand wander further up, while he leaned over to press his lips against the side of Sam's neck.

Sam did notice that slightly confused tilt of Yakov's head - but really, he didn't blame him. He had met a couple others with this type of ability, but far from everybody had it, even among the supernaturals. So, of course, it was sort of the usual response he saw from people when he used it. But he didn't ever care to hide it, since he mostly just used it to fetch stuff he was too late to get up to get himself, anyway. And right now, it had also been because, well... Yakov's lap had been rather comfy to sit in.

Still smiling rather brightly, he left the angels warm lap for them to take their leave, just the smallest, softest hum of content leaving his lips when he felt the broad, warm hand being back at his lower back. Once they had flagged down a taxi, and Yakov was there being all gentlemanly, holding the door for him, he felt another slight blush graze his cheeks - luckily enough, not big enough to show through the makeup, but really... Sam just wasn't used to guys being like that. At least not the types he usually got to go home with.

As soon as he'd strapped himself in with the seatbelt, his eyes had darted over to where Yakov was seating himself in the other side, just softly biting his bottom lip, but soon smiling again, when the angel's hand returned to his thigh. Though... When the hand wandered, and lips found his throat, he twitched, just a little uncomfortably, with the thwang of pain from his tucked up downstairs business. Alright, first order of action when they arrived? Go to the toilet and untuck. Promptly. "Well... I guess it depends... How far you want to go?" he was still smiling when he answered, though, and those silvery blue eyes were once again trained on Yakov.