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[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.]

Should I stop?

[The vine starts to press in and out the same way the first had, slow and steady. Idly, Connor starts to toy with himself, because the focusing has him flagging a little. The sight is amazing, but it's not easy to focus on this and being aroused just yet.

Soon... soon it'll come to him more naturally, he's sure. At the moment, pleasing Ethan is his priority, though. He already knows for a fact he can get hard again quickly.]

No-- no, don't s-stop...

[Ugh. The stutter happens as the vine presses in, inhaling a sharp little breath as it settles into the same rhythm. Knowing he can't escape from the sensation in any way is its own kind of arousing, too.]

It's just-- different-- fuck...

[Ethan's head tilts back as he focuses on that sensation, cheeks reddening notably. Arms pull gently at the vines holding them, an absent motion to help keep from getting overwhelmed at the stretching. He'll be fine. It feels good, more than it has any right to.

No wonder there's such a large market for toys of all kinds and sizes.]

[He gives Ethan time to get used to the larger vine before letting the smaller one snake forward again, caressing his inner thigh.]

Think you can handle two?

[He's happy to see Ethan enjoying himself at least, and he crawls over to settle by his side, pressing kisses along his stomach with a soft hum. He curls his fingers around Ethan's cock instead, ignoring his own again, deciding he's just going to go all in on getting more whimpers and stutters from Ethan. Thumbing the head and catching the precum there, he catches the man's eye as he casually brings his thumb to his own lips and sucks on it.]

[The oddity of it wears away quickly as the vine continues its movements, leaving Ethan just immersed in the sensation. The smaller one snaking up to caress his thigh makes him shiver, eyelids all but closing.]

Think I-- I can take it.

[He worries his lower lip as Connor moves, limbs shifting in their restraints when lips press to his stomach. Words come to mind only to be scattered by Connor's fingers, curling around his cock and teasing the head... ah. His breath stutters out when his gaze meets the android's.]

Con-- Connor... fuck...

[The sight of his thumb disappearing between his lips has Ethan's cock twitching - or maybe that's just everything. His ass feels so stretched already, toes curling and legs unable to move. He can just imagine what it must look like from Connor's perspective.]

Don't-- don't tease me, shit...

[Don't, he says, like he's not enjoying it completely. Like this wasn't basically his idea in the first place, what with the restraint suggestion.]

[Connor nods, the smaller vine pressing in very slowly to join the larger. It wriggles more, with Connor focusing on using the smaller one to tease and the larger to thrust. He grins at Ethan's reaction though, making a show of dragging his tongue along the pad of his thumb before he shifts, trailing fingers over his chest fondly.]

As if you really want me to stop...

[He leans in to kiss his neck again, nipping gently at the skin.]

Tell me what you really want me to do. Do you want to come like this?

[His fingers move to tease his cock again, dragging along the underside.]

Nngh... God...

[That... that's definitely an odd sensation, one teasing as the other thrusts, nice and deep. He doesn't dislike it in the least.]

I'm-- you're such an a-ass, you know that?

[It might be more believable if he didn't say it with such anticipation, moaning as Connor nips at his neck.]

What I really want... [He shivers as Connor teases his cock again, biting back a moan. When he speaks, it's almost a purr.] I want to come like this... I want you to fuck me til I can't think. Any way you want to, just... keep looking at me. Touching me...

[It's about as possessive as he gets, and it's really more that he wants feel that intimacy.]

... mmn... don't stop, even if I beg. Is that too much to ask for?

Of course I know that.

[He presses a kiss to Ethan's lips next, soft in contrast to the way the vines start to pick up the pace. His fingers curl around his cock and start pumping slowly, and he presses closer so their bodies are touching more.]

I can do that.

[No stopping now. And if looking is what Ethan wanted, he's got it- when Connor pulls back and looks at Ethan again, it's clear he wants nothing else right now but him.]

Ah-- nngh, Connor...

[His kiss back is remarkably soft and sweet, juxtaposed against the way he twitches and squirms with the increasing pace. Breath shudders between them as Connor presses closer, and his hips attempt to rock into the other's hand. They can't get any traction of course.]

Connor... ah--ah... feels nice...

[It's almost a breathless sigh as the vine slides in, bumps against his stomach as Connor strokes his cock. Pre drips down the shaft readily, makes the work ever more noisy. The android looks so good over him, and his gaze rakes over bare skin when he shifts back a bit.]

Good...

[He finds himself caught between being incredibly aroused by what's happening, and extremely distracted by the work it takes to control five vines at once independently of each other while stroking Ethan and kissing him periodically. But at the same time, he feels he could do this all day. The blissful look on Ethan's face is worth it.]

Keep telling me how it feels. I like hearing you like this.

[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...

If that's what you want.

[He says it with a smile, stroking faster still, the vines moving faster too. He may as well go all out at the end to get Ethan off as best as he can. He memorises everything, from the way Ethan twitches to the words he says and the whimpers between them. If he can't get immediately hard again after he's done focusing he will be extremely surprised.]

Come on then... come for me. You've been a good boy.

[He nips sharply at his neck, hoping it provides the final spark needed to let him climax.]

I--ah!

[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.]

[He kisses softly at Ethan's neck as he comes down from his orgasm, and finally he relaxes the vines. They slip out from him, uncurl from his wrists and thighs, leaving him a mess on the bed. Finally Connor can focus on himself, and he starts to idly toy with his own cock as he moves to kiss Ethan on the lips.

The sound Ethan just made was enough to get him semi-hard again all on its own, and he thinks about that as he works himself back up.]

Better?

[The kiss only serves to make Ethan squirm a little, groaning softly as the vines slip free of him, uncurl to let him flop back on the bed. Breaths sharp and light, he gives himself a moment to figure out what direction is even up, licking his lips as his gaze focuses again. God, he'd been just talking, but he'd been less incorrect than he thought.

Lips press to his own and he leans up into them, humming contently.]

A little. I feel sort of empty now, though...

[It's stated just a little cheekily - he's still feeling slightly breathless and Connor still needs to work himself up from before, after all. One arm shifts to slide over the android's shoulder, intent on pulling him back down for another kiss - this one where he can nip and tug at his lower lip. He's helping, that's all!]

[It certainly does help, his cock hardening more at the sharp nips to his lip, and he lets out a soft sigh as he focuses on teasing the head. He thinks of Ethan splayed out and vulnerable, writhing in pleasure, and he twitches against his palm.]

You certainly gave me a show to remember.

I don't think I had much choice in the matter, did I? Though, I guess I didn't have to be so loud.

[It feels... strange, suddenly, how cheeky he's being. Unlike him in some way. Still, it's not the first time he's been here with Connor, and it probably won't be the last. His fingers draw over skin in their usual absent fixation.]

Maybe I'll have to be quiet sometime, make you work for it.

You didn't have to, but I appreciated it.

[He shifts in place on the bed a little as he continues to toy with himself, until he's fully hard and eager to make Ethan make more of those sounds again. Still... maybe he should give him a little longer to recover.]

Are you implying I didn't work for it this time, though?

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