Sam stayed after the show, taking you into his bedroom, where the magic see the Laserdiscs, you see the CEDs, the VHDs, the Blu-Rays, the VHS's, the Betamaxes, the 8-tracks, and even the reel-to-reels.
"Y/N, there's more to this than you know. I have a little 'format' of my own. Only if you get into this 'secret storage room'.
You didn't take him for granted. You had to go with him. The room is just another same-old storage room, but for all the formats' players!
"Y/N, these are my family. The only family I have left. I am not, in no way, forever alone. I am a technophile. My love for this *clears throat* 'obsolete' technology, even though I am highly against the word 'obsolete'. So much, that I, I-*imitates whirring* have become one of them."
Sam took hold of a laserdisc, and slowly tongued the edge of the disc. As he slowly licked up the rim, he took as much of the LD as he could in his mouth, slurping the LP-sized videodisc with his saliva.
"*Slurrrp!* Mmm, *slight whirring*" He stuck the thing into his mouth even more, only for it to come out again, dripping with Sam's spit.
"Ooh. You're my prey, you 12-inch circle of '80's goodness."
He gently ran his fingertips on the surface. That was as strange as it got. NOT!
Sam powered on a Pioneer CLD-97 player.
"Mmm. It feels so arousing to hear you wake up, my glossy black, 10-lb, uncompromised, NTSC slut."
No, not this again.
"Want me to give you my CLV? Don't mind if I do."
Sam tapped the "eject" button, lightly kissing the front of the tray.
Ew, you think. This is what gets him off?
He bit the tray now, teasingly pulling it back out as it attempted to close.
"Nnnngh! *growls* You're being a little feisty, aren't you?"
Sam was so into this, that he forgot the fact that you were watching the whole thing!
"Sorry," he closed the disc tray, and powered off the player. As you and him leave the room, he whispers back to the player:
"Don't worry. I promise I'll get back to that later."
END