[It's hard enough to keep steady when Connor strokes him faster, vines moving faster, harder. Harder still when he speaks, and god do they do a number on him. You've been a good boy, and it sounds so sweet.
Lips part for words when Connor nips at his neck, and it's absolutely enough to push him over the edge. The sound he makes is indulgent, almost absurdly loud as his climax hits, jolting and shifting as his whole body clenches down. That's-- that's a whole different sensation, and the tight press of the vines only serves to make it more intense, and his arms and legs pull at the binding vines as come splatters his chest and stomach. His mouth moves in an emulation of words, but none come to him in the moment. Holy fuck.]
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[It's hard enough to keep steady when Connor strokes him faster, vines moving faster, harder. Harder still when he speaks, and god do they do a number on him. You've been a good boy, and it sounds so sweet.
Lips part for words when Connor nips at his neck, and it's absolutely enough to push him over the edge. The sound he makes is indulgent, almost absurdly loud as his climax hits, jolting and shifting as his whole body clenches down. That's-- that's a whole different sensation, and the tight press of the vines only serves to make it more intense, and his arms and legs pull at the binding vines as come splatters his chest and stomach. His mouth moves in an emulation of words, but none come to him in the moment. Holy fuck.]