Samuel sighed, his head tilting back so that he could look at the ceiling and try to get a semblance of clarity. It was difficult with Digital's hands all over him, undressing him. Was he in the mood for sexy time? Of course he was in the mood! He'd been relentlessly seduced: complimented, flirted with, given suggestive gifts. How could he not be in the mood, after all that?
And yet... there was him to consider. His passion for sexy vampires, his weakness for love, his devotion to his work. All of it could combine to spiral into disaster if he wasn't careful. Could he be careful? He growled low in his throat, trying to be a little visionary and predict the future himself.
If he told Digital to leave, this would still be between them. The tension would remain because he'd keep wondering what would've happened if he'd agreed. He doubted he'd be able to refuse indefinitely - assuming Digital did keep pursuing him. It seemed likely, if the mood struck him. Even if he didn't, Sam was curious now. He'd crumple eventually.
By the same token, if Digital's attention was that itinerant, this could be a one-time deal, a bit of fun with no consequences. Gee, that sounded familiar. It wouldn't have to interfere with work, it would be a short fling - maybe an hour, two? - and then out of their systems. He didn't have to treat it with such importance. This wasn't a commitment ceremony. He wasn't going to sign his life away twice in one night.
Screw it.
He lowered his head back to eye level and reached forward, sliding his hands inside Digital's jumpsuit. Sam's hands splayed on his cool, muscular back before they slid down towards his ass. He shifted so that they were facing one another properly, pulling Digital firmly up against his front. He licked his lips, looking at the goggles on Digital's face as he contemplated how he was going to kiss him.
"We'll keep it simple, then. Yes. I'm in the mood. Do those things come off?" he grinned.