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[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.

[syntech]

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.]

[plasticasshole]

[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.]

[syntech]

[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.]

[plasticasshole]

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...