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[It was probably a foregone conclusion, made the moment Connor offered anything as a distraction. If not then, it was sealed by the promises made, the flare of protectiveness for their connection.

Whatever the moment, they'd managed to get away from the bonfire somehow. Managed to slip past people having heart-to-hearts and serious conversations alike, ignored the slow ramp of anticipation. Ethan hadn't released Connor the whole way, hadn't so much as let himself slow down even when it'd threatened to be a little rough for him. Likely, Connor would have just carried him if it got too bad.

No matter. The door scarcely closes before Ethan leans in to pull Connor down into another kiss, like he's trying to drown in the feeling of it until it makes some sort of logical sense. Will it ever? Who knows. The rooms aren't too far now, and that's plenty of information for him. Thankfully, it seems like everyone else is still out at the festival, or at least not haunting their apartment. Lucky.]

[It's pure luck that nobody else is home, and Connor fully intends to make the most of it. He leans into the kiss as soon as Ethan pulls him down into it, hungry for what comes next, and he practically drags Ethan to his room. He only just manages to close the bedroom door behind them before he's pinning Ethan to the wall, hands sliding up his shirt and feeling over his stomach, his sides.

Deepening the kiss, he pushes a thigh between Ethan's legs and lets out a soft, pleased sound. He just wants to rip those clothes off him, but he's doing his best to show some restraint right now. Whether Ethan encourages that or not remains to be seen.]

[Ethan's back presses to the wall and he exhales a shivery groan as Connor's hands slide under his shirt, glad he'd opted not to wear quite so many layers with the coming warmth. The tiny bit of chill is easily chased out by touch.

A little whine escapes his lips when a thigh presses between his legs, and he grinds immediately against it as he kisses back, tongue sliding along Connor's lips. He doesn't want to wait, his clothes feel too heavy and too tight...]

Connor... fuck, I need--

[It's almost funny, how fast he went from one space to the next, but he'd rather be here. Clumsy fingers tug at clothing, impatient to have it out of the way. He wants, and that's a strange thought. He, of all people, wants. His mouth barely pulls away enough to speak, eyelids all but closed.]

I need to feel it. How badly you want me.

[He's definitely not being coy about it right now. It's unfair - he knows it, by how much he wants to drown himself in that feeling and in Connor himself, but they'd talked enough. He'd bared too much as it is, and part of him still doesn't believe the android meant what he said.]

[It's easy to get lost in the feelings, and he only catches the words because they're murmured against his lips. He wants to show Ethan exactly how much he wants him- needs him- and he can't do that with all these clothes in the way. He lifts Ethan's shirt over his head, pulling away to allow room for the motion, before grabbing Ethan's hips and steering him to the bed. He kicks his shoes off along the way, and once he's pushed the other man back onto his bed he tugs his own shirt off.

It's frantic, and nothing is affecting them this time. Not powder, or monster transformations. It's just them, it's just Ethan doing this to him. He's already starting to press against his jeans when he moves to climb on top of him and between his legs, kissing him deep again while grinding down on him.]

[The shirt hits Ethan's floor in a heap, and immediately all thought on it goes out the window. Stumbling out of his shoes is a matter of course as Connor guides him back, backs of his knees hitting the bed before he's pushed down. It feels nice, the sheets soft and sleek against bare skin, and when Connor's shirt is removed, his hands move to explore just the same.

It's just them, terrifying and honest. Nothing but one another can be driving this, not even if they're operating on the memory of it. For his part, Ethan is glad to have fingers to feel over Connor's body anyway, a groan escaping his lips when the android climbs on top of him. Another soft curse escapes his lips just before he's kissing back, moaning into his mouth as hips press and grind against his own. Teeth and tongue play in turn, one hand sliding down to press nails into Connor's hip, the other up into his hair. It feels good, needy. Pants mute the sensation a frustrating amount, and he tugs at the beltloop of Connor's jeans in another display of impatience. He'll survive enduring it, of course, if Connor wants to take his time to really show him everything.]

[It really is difficult to keep himself in check right now- he moans into the kiss and moves a hand between them to undo their pants, focusing on shifting out of the way to tug Ethan's jeans off one leg at least before he presses back in like he would drown without the contact. He's still trapped behind the fabric of his own underwear though, and huffs in mild irritation as he has to push those out of the way too. Clothes are annoying.

He starts to kiss at Ethan's neck the way he knows he likes it, sucking dark bruises against the pale skin as if claiming him as his own. His hips rock against him feverishly as he does so, and he groans at the sensation. Hand curling possessively in Ethan's hair, he breathes out a shaky breath against his ear.]

Shit. Ethan...

[Fabric relents and it's a terrible relief, even with underwear still in the way. Neither of them is handling patience well, and it makes for a hell of an exchange; Ethan's hips rock back up in time with each downward motion, a contented noise on his lips when at least one half of the underwear issue is taken care of. Clothes really are annoying.

Ah, but then Connor moves and Ethan's whole body shifts, lips parted for his sharp groan as the other's mouth sucks at his neck. Between them, it's enough to make his cock throb, fingers groping and grabbing at hair to tug encouragingly. It's good to know he likes it just as much like this as when he's transformed.

His voice is thin and shaky in response to the sensation against his ear and in his hair.]

Fuck... you're so good, Connor. [There's the breathless little laugh.] is it too selfish of I hope I can't walk by the time you're done with me?

[His other hand is just wandering, nails grazing along artificial skin and squeezing here and there, lingering where he'd left marks prior.]

Hope? You should expect it...

[Connor gets impatient with Ethan's underwear, and moves both hands down to grab and tug at the fabric, tearing it down the front like paper. Emerald strength at least comes in handy sometimes. He leans in for another kiss, grinding down with no fabric in the way now, pushing Ethan's legs further apart roughly.]

Where d'you keep the lube..?

[He mutters it, a question that may answer itself as he starts leaning over Ethan to rummage through his things nearby. Sorry, he has no concept of privacy.]

[It his harder than he expected. You should expect it, and that shift to tear underwear open? Fuck. The way it hitches his breath is plain, smile ever crooked as he kisses back. This is good. Perfect, even.]

Shit. It's-- middle drawer. Near the front, I think.

[He thinks. It's hard to think at all, grinding back against Connor where he can. Definitely too hard to think about mentioning the small handful of other toys he's purchased and thrown in there. There's at least a soft silk scarf and a couple of... interestingly shaped dildos and vibrators, if he rummages much more than that. Whoops.]

[Connor finds one of those vibrators, and pauses in his rummaging to inspect it. Then he smirks a little, tossing it up in the air and catching it again one-handed.]

You never told me about these, Ethan.

[He puts the vibrator on the bed, then pulls out the scarf and the lube. He doesn't bother closing the drawer, instead pressing more kisses to Ethan's throat.]

Now I have to wonder who you think about when you're getting yourself off with them.

[He sure hopes he's in some of those fantasies, at least.]

[It's a cute little thing - well, little is relative. It's long and fairly thick, with regular bumps and ridges and a slight bulge to the root end of it. As to Ethan? He pauses briefly when Connor tosses it up to catch.]

Ah. They're new...

[His words trail off as Connor kisses along his throat, fingers curling against the back of Connor's neck.]

Mmnh... depends... on the toy. [His skin feels so hot with Connor's mouth against it, it's distracting.] It's not as nice, trying to use them on my own. Usually leaves me whining and wishing it was your cock, or a couple of others'.

[His other hand shifts as an absent want flickers to mind, curling around their cocks to squeeze them together, stroking in time with Connor's hips.]

That one I haven't tried at all yet. It's long enough to bulge if you get it in all the way, but... I hadn't worked up to anything that thick.

[He's at Connor's mercy here, and willingly. The thought of the android toying with him makes his cock twitch, drags a shiver down his spine.]

[Connor thinks for a moment, before setting the larger toy down and reaching for a smaller one.]

Well, we do have all night... and I have something that will help loosen you up, too.

[It's no unicorn cock, but he's not small by any means. And quite frankly, he doesn't know if he can work Ethan up to that large toy until he's come at least once himself. The tension, the waiting, the look that would no doubt be on Ethan's face... his patience is all but gone just thinking about it. The hand around their cocks does nothing to aid that- he bucks into it impatiently, shuddering.

Grabbing the lube, he starts to slick up his fingers, pulling back reluctantly in order to tease at Ethan's entrance.]

Is there anything in particular you like to imagine?

[The more he knows about what Ethan likes, the better he can please him. The better he can please him... well, that's the reward in itself.]

Ah-- we do. I wasn't thinking about using it here, but if you want to try...

[He's not going to complain. There aren't an enormous amount of toys, but definitely enough to get them going in the right direction. And what he wants right now is just Connor, really. It may be no unicorn cock, but Ethan has no complaints at its size.]

I--nnh...

[His hand slips back when Connor shifts, curling over just his own cock instead, eyes almost closing as the other teases his entrance. It feels so nice...]

I think about the plant you used, sometimes. I liked the feeling of them, holding me in place. Your hands would work, too... it's hard to think about it in the middle of this, you know?

[He says that, but he's managing alright so far.]

I imagine that smug look on your face when you get what you want, my legs spread wide and tied open so I can't hide anything. [He bites his lip, eyes closing to focus. It's been a hot minute since he thought about it...] your mouth on my neck while you tease us both, stretching me with just the tip of your cock until I'm trembling, only to plunge all the way in and fuck me hard... Fuck...

[He thinks a lot about being edged, clearly.]

[The talk has Connor wanting to fuck him right there and then, but he bites his lip and ignores the way his cock twitches in anticipation, instead sliding his finger inside him and curling it inwards. He knows where to rub by now, and he rewards Ethan with both that and a few more kisses to his neck.]

You sound so good like this... when I can hear the want in your voice.

[He hides the fond smile against Ethan's neck- when he pulls back to bite at the other man's lower lip, it's more of that smug look he'd been describing.]

You know, I don't need a plant anymore. I've been practising.

[And doesn't he just sound so pleased with himself.]

I could use those vines any way you like.

Ah-haah-!

[Oh, that's unfair. Ethan arches up as Connor's finger curls and rubs, cheeks heating at just how easy it is for him. That's natural when you remember literally everything, though.]

You're... nnh... really rude.

[It practically screams "do it again." His lips are already parted and it makes the lower one an easy target. Connor's expression is that same one when he pulls back, and Ethan's cock twitches in his hand. God, he's unfair.]

... any way? [He exhales a shaky breath. This time, he actually does sound a little shy, almost unsure if he should continue.] Even if I wanted you to fuck me with them, too?

[After all, as much as he's perfectly content with Connor's dick, he's curious, and especially curious about limits.]

I know I am.

[He rubs again, because Ethan's response absolutely warrants it. But the question makes him pause, considering it.]

Yes, even if that's what you wanted.

[He's got enough control over them by now to do that, at least. He leans back, running his free hand along Ethan's thigh.]

Is it?

[He isn't judging. He's curious about it now too, actually.]

[Squirming, Ethan groans as Connor shifts, considers. ... and answers in the affirmative. Ah.]

I...

[A contented sigh escapes his lips as Connor runs a hand along his thigh.]

... yeah. I'm curious what it'll feel like. You were going to stretch me anyway.

[He's absolutely going to be wrecked at the end of this, and he's completely content with that.]

[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.]

[It's hard not to notice those facts when you just asked someone to fuck you with them, and Ethan swallows softly as they move. It's interesting to watch, though he has to shiver when the tips trail over his thighs. Rude, Connor.]

Fuck... yes, sir.

[He'd fallen to it before and he does so again, sliding his arms up over his head with only the slightest reluctance, crossed at the wrists. When Connor teases the head of his cock himself, he shifts and arches slightly.]

That good enough?

Mmhm.

[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?

[It feels nice, his weight secured to the bed just so. From here he can just watch, taking in mostly Connor's expressions with the occasional wonder at the tendrils. His head tilts to spare Connor more room at his collarbone, a whine escaping at the soft touch on his side.]

Very ready.

[It's an odd sensation against his entrance, but he's not complaining. Instead, he just reminds himself to relax, weight shifting in his confined state.]

Good.

[The vine at least starts off thinner at the end, so it's a rather smooth entry all things considered. And it's perfect for getting Ethan ready for the larger vine- which, for now, Connor has lying on the bed because controlling four vines is easier than five. He's still learning, and though he's getting better he still needs his focus for this, something that's very hard to keep when Ethan is splayed out in front of him so invitingly.

His eyes lid slightly before closing as he thinks about where he wants the tendril to go- he doesn't want to hurt Ethan, after all. The tip of it mimics what his finger did earlier, before it starts to press in and out slowly.]

[It's painless, really, and Ethan sighs as the tendril slides in, stretching him nicely. For a moment, he just focuses on the way it feels, the difference in texture compared to fingers or cock -- so the noise he makes when it teases that same spot is a surprised yelp. That settles soon after though, melting into the in and out motions. It feels... very nice, and he can definitely feel the taper stretching him a little at a time.]

Nnh... Connor... that's good...

[It's important, probably, to keep communication open and easy. Sure, the android can tell all this from looking at him, but speaking saves him a little concentration for later.]

[The yelp almost breaks his concentration, and might have done if not for the fact he's working with something more efficient than a human brain. Still, it's a little amusing, though outwardly he does his best to hide that. No need to draw attention to it.]

Good...

[The taper of the vine is a good way to stretch Ethan out, but it doesn't get too thick. That's what the other vine is for, and as the first one withdraws the second tendril slowly starts to press inside him in its place.]

This one's bigger.

[He'll warn him ahead of time.]

[He'd probably just be a little embarrassed, and then a little more of a gremlin in turn, if Connor didn't hide it. As it is, he just settles into the motions easily, a shiver sliding down his spine.]

That's-- nhh... that's fine.

[It's such a breathy affirmative as the second tendril starts in, back arching somewhat. The vine is thicker, immediately, and Ethan has to shift his gaze to watch it as he can.]

Fuck... that feels-- odd-

[Good, though. And as if he's not talking as someone with a bunch of weird toys he may or may not have actually been too chicken-shit to try by himself.]

post-bonfire, why are these two like this

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