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[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?

[Connor is good to him, making sure he waits long enough... but Ethan doesn't really want that. It's in the way he shifts, just a little bit, the impatient flash of teeth on a lip or flick of his gaze.]

Mm, I'm implying I didn't make you work for it. Are you implying that's as hard as you could work to make me make noise?

[Now he's just asking for it, isn't he?]

Not at all.

[He gets revenge by reaching out to stroke Ethan a couple of times, despite him still likely being sensitive.]

You really are mouthy, aren't you?

[But it's a swell of affection that accompanies that statement, and he leans in to kiss that stupid mouth of his fondly.]

Ah-- fuck-

[Ethan absolutely squirms at that stroking because he's absolutely sensitive right now, yes.]

I'm--mmn.

[Ethan melts into the kiss, exhaling a laugh.]

It gets you going, what can I say? You'd stop me if you didn't like it.

[Or get turned off, but that hasn't happened yet, so he's feeling pretty safe in his analysis.]

You're not wrong.

[He leans their foreheads together, moving his hand back up and running his thumb along Ethan's lower lip idly.]

You're a mouthy asshole who looks pretty on his back. And I very much enjoy that fact.

[Ethan keeps that lopsided grin as Connor moves, starting up into his face as his cock is left blissfully alone again.]

Mmn... I'm glad. You seem to like putting me in my place, and it makes me a little weak in the knees to watch it...

[He says, and flicks his tongue along Connor's thumb, fully intending to pull it between his lips to suck on and swirl his tongue around.]

Someone has to keep you in check.

[He looks at Ethan with faux-seriousness.]

Can you imagine how terrible you'd be if I didn't?

[There is literally no connection between this and Ethan being a gremlin, he knows this. But he can't help but tease a little.]

Mmmn.

[He sucks on that thumb briefly, letting his lips pop when he pulls back.]

You think you're good enough to keep me in check? But I guess it's true. You do take up a lot of my effort...

[Sliding his tongue across his lips to wet them, he lets his breathlessness leave them just slightly parted. Sometimes, he's just the worst.]

Of course I'm good enough.

[He's a prototype, you know. A prototype who is very distracted by the way Ethan was just sucking on his thumb.]

If you really want to suck on something, I have an idea of what you could do.

[He has a perfectly good dick right here.]

Well, I guess you'll have to show me.

[His lips curve into a smirk as Connot speaks, tongue sliding across them.]

Yeah? I can't think of what that could possibly be. I'm not sure I can move much right now...

[That's no less than half a lie, but there are plenty of ways Ethan can still suck Connor's dick without moving much.]

You're that worn out?

[Connor's smirk makes it obvious he's preening over doing a good job.]

There are ways around it, but that's only if you're interested, of course.

[Though judging by Ethan's little smile, he's going to guess that he's more than up for it.]

Edited 2021-05-05 04:36 (UTC)

Nnm. You did test me a fair bit, didn't you?

[Ethan exhales a little laugh, shifting his weight. It still feels... odd, in the moments after. Not too bad, but still.]

I thought I told you not to stop, even if I begged. I can still think, after all.

[It is what brought them back here, that absolute need to test how much Connor meant what he said. After all, Ethan doesn't fully believe all, or even a lot, of what he's told.]

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