[Thank God three of those vines are motionless, just holding him in place. Ethan's already impressed enough - well, in the moments he can think enough to be impressed. Currently, he's just a mess, writhing and gasping as Connor's onslaught continues.]

Feel like-- ah... like I'm going to lose my mind... it's so big... p-please...

[The thought of coming while he's stretched so widely, fucked so deeply, is incredibly enticing. His tongue slides across his lips and they feel so dry, eyes all but closed and keeping what focus he can on Connor.]

I'm so close... fuck, I'm going to come so hard, and all you've done is watch me get fucked like this. [There, he bites his lip, groaning when the smaller vine teases just the right spot and his muscles tighten around both of them.] Ah... I want it... let me come for you, please...