[Another vine keeps his wrists bound and secure against the bed, while Connor tries to ignore how nice it was to hear Ethan call him sir. The two remaining tendrils come in close to Connor and he thinks idly on how strange it is to be lubing up a vine of all things, though he wouldn't voice that opinion out loud. He wants Ethan to be comfortable, and not self-conscious. It's the thinner of the two that prods at Ethan's entrance now, just about the width of two fingers, but before it presses in Connor leans in to kiss at Ethan's collarbone, running a hand down his side.]
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[Another vine keeps his wrists bound and secure against the bed, while Connor tries to ignore how nice it was to hear Ethan call him sir. The two remaining tendrils come in close to Connor and he thinks idly on how strange it is to be lubing up a vine of all things, though he wouldn't voice that opinion out loud. He wants Ethan to be comfortable, and not self-conscious. It's the thinner of the two that prods at Ethan's entrance now, just about the width of two fingers, but before it presses in Connor leans in to kiss at Ethan's collarbone, running a hand down his side.]
Ready?