[Paris's hand follows Connor's, helping him pull down his pants as far as he can get them. There's a tender, pleased noise from the back of his throat when Connor grinds down against him; they're both probably much cooler than a normal person (in Paris's cases, exclusively because of being a merrow), but Paris is still already heated from the exchange.
He isn't really use to being asked so directly what he wants, and really there are so many different answers he's not quite sure if Connor is looking for anything. Luckily, he also doesn't mind telling him.]
I like... kisses. [And biting, but that kind of goes along with being rough he feels.] A-and... if you know something you'd like... I like it if you tell me to do it. [He likes pleasing other people a lot.]
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He isn't really use to being asked so directly what he wants, and really there are so many different answers he's not quite sure if Connor is looking for anything. Luckily, he also doesn't mind telling him.]
I like... kisses. [And biting, but that kind of goes along with being rough he feels.] A-and... if you know something you'd like... I like it if you tell me to do it. [He likes pleasing other people a lot.]