[He hums, removing his fingers and wiping them carelessly on the sheets. Then he focuses, tendrils of grass springing up from the carpet, before a few long vines snake upwards from behind Connor. Some are thicker than others, he may notice. The thinner ones curl almost lovingly around Ethan's legs, tips trailing along the soft skin of his inner thighs as they hold him in place, legs open. Connor has to fight not to lose his focus just from the sight that makes alone.]

Arms above your head.

[He moves his hand to Ethan's cock in the meantime, toying with the head, keeping him stimulated even if it's likely unnecessary.]