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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.]

You did, yes.

[He gets up, shifting to straddle Ethan's upper chest and run his fingers through his hair.]

I haven't stopped yet, though.

[He strokes himself carefully in Ethan's line of sight, weight settled carefully so he doesn't restrict his breathing but can keep him pinned where he is.]

Ah--

[Ethan shivers when Connor's weight settles over him, shifting to test the entrapment.]

I guess you haven't, true... now what, though?

[He's not stupid, so the innocent act falls short and turns to a deliberate tease as Connor strokes himself in plain view. He even adds a little lick of his lips, tongue just barely visible for the briefest moments.]

I did say I'd give you something to suck on.

[He lets go of Ethan's hair and instead leans forward, one hand splayed on the bed to prop him up- the position would probably have been awkward and uncomfortable for anyone else, but Connor doesn't feel aches and pains the way a human might and can hold himself in pretty much any position he likes. So he can hold himself in just the right way to get his cock pressed to Ethan's lips.]

Assuming you can take it, of course.

I guess you did-

[If he's honest, maybe there's the tiniest bit of wonder if he can manage. They're not transformed, but he doesn't have the best lungs in the world anyway.

That won't stop him, though. At the challenge, at the press of Connor's cock against his lips, he gives a little whine of a noise and parts them to drag his tongue - and the ring in it, naturally - along the tip of his cock.]

Just try me, right?

[From this angle, he can only just tease the head of it, weight shifting on the bed beneath Connor's thighs. It's rude, but he can deal with it. Worth it, even.]

[The feel of that ring against his cock makes him squirm a little, but he's mindful as he eases his length in more. Take things too fast and he might just come too quickly, plus Ethan will need to adjust anyway. He starts to rock his hips gently, only pushing about half of his cock into Ethan's mouth at once, but it's enough to make him bite his lip at the sight.]

Just let me know if you're having trouble.

[And he'd better let him know, and not try to power through it.]

[All Ethan can give in return, of course, is a muffled moan of compliance as Connor's hips rock, cock sliding into his mouth with each inward motion. It feels strange, at this angle, and his eyes fall almost closed with the need to concentrate, tongue sliding along the shaft.

All in all, it's not as hard to breathe as he expected, but it's definitely different. Below Connor's hips, Ethan's hands shift to find purchase in the bed, and as he swallows to keep himself from tightening up too much, he rolls his gaze upward, a little defiance still behind the need filling his eyes.]

[He thrusts a little deeper just for that rolling of his eyes, but still not too much. He knows how far he can go before he starts hitting the back of Ethan's throat though, and he fully intends to use that space available to him.]

I didn't ask for attitude. Just be a good boy...

[He smirks a little.]

Suck and look pretty, that should be easy enough for you.

Mmn--mmh...

[It's a pleasant moan, drawn out in response to Connor thrusting deeper into his mouth, and his hips rise with the sudden pleasurable feel of it. God, that... that feels way more exciting than he expected. His tongue slips up to try and tease, with what little space he has, defiance melting slowly with each movement.

Suck and look pretty, be a good boy... it makes his cheeks redden, breaths snuck between thrusts. That's easier than he expected, too. Admittedly, it feels weird having nothing to do, but with Connor's weight over his chest, what else can he do?]

[It would be easy to get lost in thrusting into Ethan's mouth like this, and he grabs onto a fistful of his hair to keep him where he is while his hips work. He's getting close already, riled up as he was from fucking Ethan with those vines, so Ethan admittedly doesn't have to work hard- but the feeling of a tongue against his cock again makes him groan. He's not unaware of the fact that Ethan's hips lifted though, and he lets out a soft "heh" as he moves.]

Getting off on this..?

[He knows what Ethan could do with his hands.]

Go on then, touch yourself.

[Not that either of them can see it, but the knowledge would be there- that Ethan was getting off on having his mouth fucked.]

[It's such a small statement, but it's so damned effective. Who knew Ethan was so easy to rile up?

... Right. Both of them. Moving on.

Ethan's breath hitches when fingers grab at his hair, harder to catch with his head kept where it is. It's harder to hear the little moaned whine that comes in turn, but Connor will certainly feel the vibration of it. Go on then, touch yourself.

It's such a smug comment, given from a space of superiority, and maybe that's what really gets him going. Well, whatever the case, he doesn't hesitate very much before shifting, hands reaching down for his cock. Ethan can't be as attentive of himself while Connor fucks his mouth, but he can damn well do his best, focusing his attention under the head and at little sensitive spots to make himself twitch and squirm. His eyelids flutter as he tries to keep focus on Connor above him, cheeks only reddening as he continues.]

[He huffs as he keeps moving his hips, feeling his thighs starting to tense and tremble slightly. Between the thought of what Ethan is doing to himself now, and the images from earlier when he had Ethan tied up with the vines... he groans, before stiffening and coming.

It takes him a moment to pull back out of Ethan's mouth. But he remains where he is on top of him otherwise, and moves his hand from his hair to his throat, where he applies just the faintest hint of pressure with his palm.]

Keep touching... you don't get to stop until I say so.

Mnnh-!

[It's a lot to handle, but Ethan does his best. It's not deep enough to hurt him but it is a sustained effort, and he struggles to catch his breath when Connor pulls away. His gaze is unfocused now, lips a little swollen from the effort.]

Ah-- yes, sir...

[It's an absent slur as Ethan's chin lifts, giving Connor space to press his hand down. Really... as if he was going to stop right now. His hips move slow in time with the stroke of his fingers, squeezing and tugging his cock pleasantly. All the while, he stares up at Connor with a heady, wanton expression, swallowing and licking his lips.]

Edited (just android things...) 2021-05-25 00:34 (UTC)

[Connor thinks he could easily get lost in that look Ethan is giving him, and he presses down a little harder- not enough to stop him from breathing, but enough to make it a bit more of a struggle.]

Good... keep it slow.

[His free hand moves to trail fingers almost lovingly down Ethan's cheek, and he watches his expression intently as he touches himself. He'd perhaps use vines again to make things more interesting, but he wants this to be a solo act just for him.]

[Fingers press against his throat and Ethan sighs pleasantly, raking in slow, effort-filled breaths in turn. It feels nice, and at least he expected that. The words almost make him laugh, hand twisting over his cock, teasing under the head.]

Wouldn't want to come to early, right...?

[When fingers trail over his cheek, Ethan tilts his head to graze his lips over them, soft and fond.]

Right.

[He wants to lean in and kiss Ethan, but his current position makes that impossible, so he just continues to smooth his fingers down Ethan's cheek, then back up again, raking fingers through his hair. A fond gesture in sharp contrast with the way he presses on his throat.]

Mm... you're beautiful like this, though...

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