Such a gentleman - Yakov

Yakov listened to Sam's question and made a hum to let him know that he heard it, but didn't have an answer quite yet. How far did he want to go? Well... He wouldn't mind going all the way, even if it was against his beliefs. Besides he was a little drunk, making dumb decisions was a must, wasn't it? "However far you're comfortable going," was the answer he ended up giving.

The drive was luckily fairly short and before too long, the driver parked the car outside Yakov's house. The Russian was quick to pay the driver, before getting out of the car, and over to the other side to open the door once more, offering his hand to help Sam out with a charming smile on his lips. "Shall we?" he asked, gently putting his hand on the Siren's waist once more, before showing her to the front door. It certainly wasn't the biggest house on the avenue, but it was a fairly modern one, and not seemingly something that a teacher would easily afford.

Yakov patted down his pants for a moment, until he found his key in his back pocket, and then quickly unlocked the door. He would've let Sam walk in first, but chivalry had to go in order for him to turn off the alarm. He quickly punched in the code, before turning to look at the siren with a slight smile. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, chuckling slightly and gestured for Sam to step into the hallway. All the doors were nicely closed off, the only visible "rooms" were a staircase down to the basement and one up to the second floor. When the boy walked inside, Yakov quickly took his jacket off of his shoulders, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "My guess is that you'll want a quick trip to the bathroom?" he said, before pressing another chaste kiss to his lips. "It's right up the stairs, through my bedroom, the first door to your left. You can't go wrong, the other door is locked. Do you want something to drink when you get back?"

Sam tilted his head slightly to the side and raised an eyebrow when he heard the angel's answer. Well, here's to hoping he knew what that brought with it, though Sam himself thought his choice in dress gave away some of it, anyway... He was rather picky with whom he chose, but he usually went all the way with them. He'd only once or twice broken things off as they were happening - the first guy insulted him and earned himself some right hard bitch slaps (one of them to hid dick, that had been a lovely scream) and the other guy had just smelled so bad under his clothes that Sam instantly got turned off.

When Yakov stepped out of the car, Sam undid his seat belt so he was ready to take the Russian's hand when it was offered, getting out rather elegantly, and letting out another pleasant hum when the broad hand was on his waist again. He just followed him up to the door, looking around a bit. Well, it actually fit what he had expected Yakov to live in... Yes, he might just be a teacher but just the way he dressed was a little bit more glamorous than the other teachers, so of course the house was, too. "Humble and humble... When you're used to a 2-room apartment, this's really nice," he admitted with a soft chuckle. He smiled at the man when he removed the jacket from him, and then hoisted up the pink bag on his shoulder again, just before their lips met, causing his smile to widen as he returned it. "Mmhmm. It'll take a while, though. Expect me to be back out in half an hour. And anything but whisky is fine." he informed him in a soft mutter, smiling as he returned the second kiss as well. He nodded to the directions he was given, and then went right up there.

Once inside the bathroom he almost instantly got out of his heels, dress and underwear, exposing all of the sports tape down at his crotch. So he got straight to work untucking, letting go of a massive sigh of relief once his junk was free once more. He got rid of the false eyelashes and more extreme parts of the makeup, too - and then the wig. That done, he combed through his own hair - sunset style, right now, he got it done the day before, right after school. And finally, he redressed in the casual clothes he had in his bag, putting down all of his drag gear in the bag instead, before he went out of the bathroom and went off to find Yakov again.

// Nye outfit + hår

Yakov didn't move until Sam was out of his sight, and then he went into the living room, putting his jacket on the back of his couch, before making a beeline for the liquor cabinet. If his memory served him right, he had been drinking something that looked... well, fairly sweet, something you'd see a woman drink more often than a man which... well, he guessed he knew what to do. He grabbed a bottle of champagne - not one of his expensive ones, he wasn't expecting them to drink too much of it, but it was still good - and gave it a quick scan. Seemed good enough. He closed the cabinet and made his way to the kitchen, where he grabbed two champagne glasses, before walking back to the bedroom.

He turned on the light and made his way to the side of the bed, placing the bottle and glasses there as he made a quick scan of the room. There wasn't a lot to it, a king-sized bed with dark grey and black sheets, two bedside tables on either side of it, a large black wardrobe by the opposite wall of the bed, and that was just about it. Very minimalistic, and almost clinically clean. With a sigh, he pushed his shoes off and started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, untucking it as well while he was at it. He then moved over to carefully pour champagne into both glasses and then he just waited.

It took some time, but finally Sam stepped out from the bathroom, and Yakov turned to him, once again with a small charming smile on his lips. He then took both glasses in his hands, and walked over to the shorter siren to give him the glass. "You're much easier to recognize now. Well, not counting the hair," he said before leaning down a slight bit to press another kiss to Sam's lips. "You still look wonderful though."

... Of course, there had been used some time on peeing, too. Since that was impossible while tucked, so he'd gone for like... Six hours without peeing at this point. Another thing to breathe a sigh of relief about. But anyway, he redid the parts of the makeup he did keep - mainly some white eyeshadow, black liner and mascara, and lipgloss. The brows were still on point, and the hair looked brilliant - if he did say so himself - after a quick comb-through. In any case, he was feeling very refreshed just by getting back into casual clothes and out of the wig and heels - the pinkie toe had been complaining the past half an hour to an hour or so.

So when he finally stepped into the bedroom again, it was probably very visible in just the way he held himself, that he was feeling so much more relaxed than before. And at first, he smiled back at Yakov, until his eyes landed on those abs that were fully on display now. Oh damn. He couldn't help but bite his lip as a few thoughts raced through him. Yes, he'd felt them out through the shirt before, but it was much different compared to seeing them on display like this. He really couldn't help but imagine Yakov just taking him up the wall... Those muscles must be able to do wonders like that...

He gently shook his head to rip himself out of those thoughts, and went back to smiling up at the taller angel while taking the offered glass. "Mmhmm.. Got it done yesterday. Just after my dance lessons." he then said, smiling as he returned the kiss, eyes closed for just a second during. "And thank you, handsome." there was just a small flirtatious glint to his eye as silvery blue found deep brown again, while he sipped the champagne.

Of course Yakov noticed the look in Sam's eyes. He might be clueless on a lot of things, be it because of his race or his sheltered life in Russia, but he definitely knew when someone was interested in him. It wasn't often that he pursued one night stands with these individuals, however. In fact, over the past 100 years, he could count the times he did so on one hand. So he did get a little flustered, but in the dim lighting, he could probably blame it on the alcohol he had been drinking earlier. As soon as Sam shook his head ever so slightly, he got it together a bit, as if none of it had happened.

As Sam took the glass, Yakov now had one hand free, and he gently placed it on the siren's hip urging him to follow him over to the bed. Yakov sat down on the edge, once again urging Sam to do the same thing, with the siren sitting closest to the headboard. "So how long have you... uhm... been dressing up as a woman?" Yakov honestly didn't know how to address it. Sure, he had an idea of what drag was, but he was honestly a little curious. When drag was mentioned, most people probably thought of grown men, who were... well, quite obviously men dressed in womens clothes. They looked like they tried a bit too hard as they were over-compensating everything to make up for their masculine shape, and the makeup was... well... not subtle. So finding someone like Sam, who had actually fooled Yakov, was a curious case that needed some exposition.

Sam did know he had maybe stared for just a bit too long, when he'd finally ripped himself out of it. There was probably a faint tinge of red on his cheeks form it as well - not that he usually was shy about openly checking someone out, but this was just a little bit different. The whole teacher thing. And because he didn't have anywhere near as much makeup on now, as he had before, he also knew that heat in his cheeks would be damn well visible. Fuck.

But the smile was soon back on his lips, as soon as he felt the angel's broad hand on his hip again, gently steering Sam with him over to the bed. Of course, he complied, sitting down next to him, close enough for their thighs to be touching, before he took another sip of the champagne, his full attention on Yakov again, though this time he made sure not to let his eyes wander too much, or he'd probably be gripped by his thoughts again.

Sam chuckled just a little with the question. He had gotten that question so many times, but it was a little fun to hear just that tone of voice, betraying Yakov's curiosity more so than the question itself did. "Well... I started in '99. So... I'm slowly nearing the twenty years.  Started out in Florida but I moved to London pretty soon after that." mainly because people had tried to kill him numerous times over there, the southern states' violence against homosexuals, especially ones as obvious as drags, was just a tad too much for him to keep on living there. Of course there were homophobic assholes in England as well, but they weren't quite as violent as the ones back home, at least. "I started out dancing, though. I just... Guess it evolved, with the way I loved our dancing costumes." he then said, and shrugged.

Yakov listened, nodding slightly, interested in the siren's story, despite not knowing him at all outside the classes. He took a few sips from the champagne, and a slight smile graced his lips when Sam said his interest might have originated from dancing. He did know a fair amount about most of his students, so of course, he knew that Sam had dance-classes, just like he knew that he had drama and yoga, as well as how well he did in those classes. The fact that he had Julian as a teacher was... not preferable, but his other teachers were ones that Yakov did work with whenever it made sense to do so, just like he did with most students' teachers. He'd tailor his classes for his students, so they'd not only get what subjects they had to have but also something that they could use in other classes. It wasn't always that easy, but he managed it every now and then.

"Well, you do make a very convincing lady, so all those years sure helped. I might be slightly intoxicated, but not enough to mistake any man for a woman," he said, chuckling slightly as his free hand sneaked up to Sam's back, slipping his fingers up under the siren's shirt to gently caress the skin hidden underneath.

Well, at least there still wasn't any prejudice to be seen on Yakov's features, so... That sorta made Sam relax a bit more. He had grown so used to hateful comments about both his drag and his dancing, so this was a very welcome break from all of that. It just meant a lot more when someone not in the community was chill about it. When he'd finished talking, he'd taken another sip or two of the champagne - both becaus eit tasted good, but also because he knew that, well... It did soothe his nerves. It did that to most people, after all.

"And again... Thank you. It's good to know it works, after all." he then chuckled, and sent a small, but bright and warm smile Yakov's way, which did extend all the way into his eyes, almost making the silver more prominent than the blue. He allowed himself to scoot closer to the man when he felt that hand, too, just a little bit closer so they were touching from hip to knee. Then he lent in to kiss him again - since the angel had already kisse dhim a couple times, it was only fair to return it, right? And how could he not when he was looking so damn fine, too? He casually rested a hand on Yakov's thigh, too, not moving it yet, just resting it there, testing the waters.

Yakov let Sam come closer on his own, waiting to see when the siren would initiate something more. It wasn't that Yakov couldn't be dominant, not at all, but he didn't like rushing things. But when the boy did move closer, Yakov let him do so, and put his free arm around him resting his hand on his hip. And then their lips met again. Yakov tilted his head slightly to the side, leaning in to deepen the kiss a little.

After a short while, he pulled back, a slight smile on his lips before he took both of their glasses and put them on the bedside table. That way both of them had their hands free. He then leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper than the last. He placed a hand on Sam's thigh and one around his waist, pulling him closer to himself.

Just that hand on his hip, the soft warmth of the arm around him, made a small smile bloom on Sam’s lips, just before they’d kissed again - and he didn’t mind the angel deepening the kiss, no, on the contrary… He gave back as good as he got, eyes closed and the hand on Yakov’s thigh tightening for just a second with the pleasant feeling he got from that really lovely kiss.

It was probably only a good thing that Yakov put away their glasses - Sam would’ve probably lost his hold of his pretty soon anyway, with how distracted he was by the other man right now. He closed his eyes again when their lips met once more, a soft groan working its way out of his throat when it deepened. Well, he’d never, ever been the quiet type, after all, so that wasn’t going to change. There was the fleeting thought of hoping Yakov wasn’t one of the guys who minded him being loud, but it was gone as soon as it had appeared.

Acting on impulse, smiling against the angel’s lips when he pulled him closer, Sam decided to go one step further… They’d already gone there in the club, after all, so without further ado he moved to sit in Yakov’s lap instead, one leg on each side of him, carefully placing one hand on his chest, while letting the other slip around to the back of his neck. Sitting like this, so close, it was probably only too readily felt what effect their proximity and kisses already had on him.

Yakov hummed slightly against Sam's lips, when the siren moved to straddle him, and his hands quickly moved to his hips, the same way they had at the club. And now, he could definitely feel the effect their intimacy had on the siren. Not that he was much better off, and surely Sam could tell, but it felt better this way, that he knew it was mutual. But now that it wasn't a dress, the boy's crotch wasn't the first thing he went for.

Instead, Yakov's left hand was creeping up under Sam's shirt, slowly moving up his side up to his chest until his thumb met the boy's nipple. He gently rolled it between his fingers, playing lightly with it. His other hand was holding the siren where he was, as close to himself as possible. It was obvious that Yakov wasn't in a hurry, as he'd rather take his time and get familiar with Sam's body. Rushing through it was such a turn-off to him. It felt selfish and impersonal - the complete opposite of what Yakov thought sex should be. Maybe he was a little prudish from living in Russia most of his life or maybe he was still a hopeless romantic. But those were just his thoughts on the matter.

After a little while, he decided that it was about time to get the other a little more undressed. So slowly, almost ridiculously so, he started to push up the siren's shirt with both of his hands. He made sure to run his fingers over as much skin as possible, finding all the weak spots he met, taking note of anything that made Sam shudder, goosebumps spread or made his breath hitch. But it wasn't until the fabric was bunched up around the boy's chest that he broke the kiss to pull it the rest of the way off. Even then he didn't dive right back in to kiss him. No, he took his sweet time getting a look at Sam's body - perfectly well-shaped from nature, slightly on the feminine side and to top it off, all his skin was smooth and soft to the touch. It was tempting to just pin the boy down under him, but instead, Yakov pressed his lips against Sam's, deepening the kiss from the get-go, before getting back to play with the boy's nipples again, this time with both his hands.

A broad smile spread on Sam's full lips when he felt the angel's hands resume the position they'd had in the club - and also when he did, indeed, feel that Yakov was just about as turned on as he himself was. Good to know - not that he couldn't speed things up if he really wanted to, but he did have the sense - which was soon proven right - that Yakov wasn't the guy to go hard and fast with. His other teacher probably was, but not this one. No... Slow and steady. Either way was fine to Sam, so it was all good. Slow and thorough had its place just as much as fast and needy did.

His gaze traveled southwards when he felt the hand slip under his tanktop - not that he minded, not at all, which was probably readily felt and seen in the way he almost automatically leant in slightly against the touch, gently biting his bottom lip when the deft fingers found his nipple, the softest of noises slipping up the back of his throat. That was the thing with him... He wasn't one to keep any of his natural reactions back, least of all sounds. He just hoped the angel didn't mind the porn-star-grade moans he could manage.

When time came for both hands to begin their travel up the siren's body, it was only all too easy to find the good spots. Even someone half-blind would sense it. When a hand slipped over just the bottom left of his ribs, the small space between that and the next one, he shivered and his hips automatically twitched a little bit. Up higher in the right side, a bit above the middle, and his breath hitched, and he leant in just a little bit closer, while a finger brushing up his spine made his skin break out in just the lightest of goosebumps. Once Yakov finally got to remove the offending clothing article, Sam was only all too eager to help him get it off, and it was flung to a far corner of the room.

His breathing was slightly heavier than when they'd started, and the bulge in his pants just a bit more noticeable, but he was still smirking when he saw the angel's eyes move over his body - he knew he looked good, after all, so maybe he was posing a little. And so what? He was sure the guy could appreciate it. There was a small, almost victorious smile on Sam's lips when the angel once more leant in to catch his lips, and he let one hand slip up yakov's neck, the fake nails scraping softly against his scalp as they kissed - and true to his usual fashion, the kiss was sometimes interrupted by his soft moans, when the fingers got busy on his chest again, teasing his nipples and making him softly grind down against his teacher, his free hand starting to roam Yakov's chest, seeking for any soft spots he might have, too.

Yakov promptly noted that figuring out what Sam liked wasn't difficult in any sense as the boy was very responsive in multiple ways. That wasn't a bad thing, that was for sure, but the Russian was a little surprised to hear that from a man. But then again, in his previous encounters with men, he hadn't exactly been in the position he was in now, so that might be why? Anyway, it just made Yakov's job easier.

But the now uncovered siren in his lap was showing off his body a little, earning him a slight chuckle from Yakov, before their lips met again. Sam was definitely not like anyone he had been with before, man or woman, which was absolutely not a bad thing. He was interesting and different, two things that often intrigued Yakov. Whether or not that was a good thing, was for Sam to decide though.
A soft sigh left his lips when he felt those nails scrape against his scalp, but other than that, Yakov wasn't so easy to read. Unless you knew what to look for, he seemed pretty unaffected. It was the small things like puffing out his chest a little, to meet Sam's hand when his fingers brushed over Yakov's nipple or the way his thumps faltered their movement for a split second whenever Sam's nails ghosted over the angel's ribcage. But as the siren was starting to grind down against him, he would definitely feel that Yakov wasn't as unaffected as he led on.

A few moments of that, was enough for Yakov to move things further. His hands slipped from Sam's chest, down to his thighs, and then up a little - and with a swift movement, Yakov lifted the siren by his hips and laid him down on the bed, moving over him soon after, now sitting on his knees between the boy's legs. He then quickly shrugged off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor, before moving down to press his lips to the siren's.
This time the kiss didn't last long, as Yakov soon broke away from it, and started to leave a trail of kisses down Sam's jaw, neck and chest while his hands busied themselves by getting the boy's shorts undone. It didn't take long, but Yakov still took his sweet time slowly peppering kisses all over Sam's torso, slowly moving down his body until he reached the edge of the waistband. He looked up at the boy, dark brown eyes once more meeting silvery blue, asking silently for consent to continue - and when he got that, he took a hold of the waistband of the shorts and pulled them down, once more taking his time to press more kisses to the soft skin hidden underneath.

He kissed down his hipbone as more skin was uncovered, following the natural line down to his inner thigh, where he barely just graced the growing erection of the boy with his cheek. The kisses trailed down his thigh all the way to his knee, where Yakov sat up straight and pulled down the boy's shorts the rest of the way, before taking a look at Sam. He raised an eyebrow in half-surprise, half-amusement when he saw what the siren was wearing, but didn't make a comment on it. Instead he crawled back over him, and once more pressed another kiss to those soft lips, while he busied his hands by teasing the smooth skin on the siren's thighs with feather light touches, that were oh so close to where his touch was really wanted.

The small chuckle from the angel only caused Sam's smile to widen, and a small wink to be sent his way, right before their next kiss, the fingers slipping into Yakov's dark hair and a soft smile gracing his lips again when he noticed the soft sigh. Ah. So he was the type to stay a bit more silent. That just meant he had to really look for the small signs, then. Nothing new, Sam had been together with pretty much every type of man, at least when you looked at bedside manners. Yakov was, after all, still harder to figure out than any other man he'd been with... So guarded. But it was at least nice to know he could make a smile break out on that face, because, man, he was even more handsome when he smiled!

Impulsive as he was at times, especially times like these, Sam grinned when he felt that slight pressure against his fingers that it caused when the angel puffed out his chest just slightly, and, well, seconds later Sam had bent down to let his lips and tongue play with one of the nipples, eyes still trained on Yakov's face as he smiled around his little treat. Grinding down against Yakov while bent this way was no problem at all, which was probably testimony to how damn flexible he was... Which Yakov would probably get to see a bit more of as the night progressed.

When am was suddenly lifted and then laid down on the bed, the angel earned a small, surprised noise from the siren... And then a broad grin. Because damn, this was what he loved. Just getting thrown around like that. He'd been wanting Yakov to throw him around since he got his first look at those abs, after all... An appreciative hand did gently brush down Yakov's chest to his abs, too, as soon as he'd gotten rid of his shirt, and Sam happily raised himself a little to meet the angel halfway in the next kiss. At first where was a slight whine as the kiss ended too early for Sam's tastes, but it was quickly forgotten when he felt those soft lips move down his soft skin, and instead he bit his lip, openly moaning whenever the angel found one of the good spots.

Eventually, as the kisses moved lower, Sam raised himself up on his elbows, looking down at Yakov, the flush of arousal just visible on his cheeks and chest, a small, crooked smile appearing on his lips as their eyes locked - which made it out for his answer to the silent question. He lifted his butt just a little to help Yakov get his shorts off a bit easier - he'd found it helped a lot, usually, since... Well, he didn't have anywhere near as flat a butt as some other guys had. Quite the contrary. He knew women who were jealous of him on that account.

Sam, however, couldn't quite conceal his slight chuckle when he saw Yakov's reaction. He'd expected a reaction, yes... He usually got one, after all. And well, who could really blame Yakov. It probably wasn't everyday he found a guy wearing pink panties complete with a peeping hole in the back. A smile was still on his face when their lips met again, and he let his arms sneak around Yakov's neck, keeping him close as he deepened the kiss, despite the soft noise still slipping out as he moved his hips just slightly, clearly in search of some friction with how close but oh so far those fingers where to where he really needed them.