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[Continued from here]

[Connor gives Paris a playful little smirk as he pulls back, flushed a pale blue, and tugs on his hand. He's had experience now, admittedly with a woman, but it shouldn't be so hard to figure a man out when he's a man himself. Right?]

We'll go to my house. Hank shouldn't be there.

[Paris brushes a few fingertips across Connor's cheek- he knows what the android's 'blood' looks like so he knows what's happening, but it's fascinating to watch it actual play across his face like that.

But he's not much for making either of them wait, pulling himself off the wall and giving Connor a smile in return.] Lead the way.

[Connor does as he's told, leading them back to the cottage. The only sound as they walk in is Sumo snoring, but the dog wakes up and looks at them both for a moment before trotting off to Hank's bedroom. It's like he knows they want privacy.

Connor is quick to push Paris onto the couch and resume kissing him, this time his hands sneaking under his shirt and up his bare back.]

[Were it any other occasion, Paris would stop and pet Sumo and coo over him as appropriate. But right now, the dog has the right idea.

He lets out a surprised little laugh as Connor pushes him onto the couch, eagerly falling back into the kisses and running his hands up the other's chest, one snaking under the fabric to touch him. He wants to know what Connor will feel like... not just because he's an android, but that certainly makes him wonder if it'll be any different.]

[He's quick to start undoing the buttons to his shirt, fingers never fumbling as he shrugs off the fabric and starts to relieve Paris of his. They've seen each other without shirts on before, but somehow it's exciting this time, able to press skin against skin. Paris will find that Connor's skin feels exactly the same as a human's, despite what it's made of.]

Is there anything you're curious about?

[You know, while they're undressing each other.]

[There is something that feels very different about this, and what it is is incredibly obvious but it doesn't make the feeling less intoxicating. Paris hums happily to him, pressing kisses to Connor's neck and collar in between maneuvering to get their shirts off.]

...Do you know what you like?

[That might not be the kind of question Connor was expecting, but right now it's what Paris thinks to ask.]

...A little.

[He knows what it's like to sleep with someone, but it's only happened once so far. So he knows what it feels like and that it's pleasant, but he hasn't really explored himself yet.]

What do you like?

[It's important to know, so that he can adapt.]

[Paris flushes, ducking his head a little. He's not sure... if it's weird to admit or not. It's nice Connor cares, though. Before coming here, a lot of people just assumed and didn't ask.]

I mean... I like most things. [Which is true, but it's mostly there so that Connor doesn't feel compelled to tailor to Paris's other preferences.] But, um... I don't mind it if people are rough with me.

Would you like me to be rough with you?

[He's capable of it, certainly. He wouldn't want to hurt Paris, but he wants to make him feel good, too.]

You're always free to tell me if you want me to be more gentle.

If... if it's something you would like too.

[Paris will not ask him to be more gentle, probably ever. Whoops.]

I don't want to make you uncomfortable...

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It won't make me uncomfortable.

[He leans in for another kiss, then reaches between them to start pulling at Paris' belt.]

But I promise if it does, I'll stop.

[Paris nods, pressing into the kiss and shivering as he feels Connor start to undo his pants.]

Alright... and... you'll tell me if there's something I do that you don't like?

[Since Connor doesn't know what he likes... Paris wants to make sure.]

Of course.

[He pushes Paris onto his back across the large couch, so that he can tug the rest of his clothes off him. Then he settles himself between his legs, trailing his fingers up his thigh and smiling. He takes his wrists and pins them by his head, then kisses him more aggressively.]

[Oh. Even if Connor said he was going to try, Paris didn't expect that part of it. He almost immediately relaxes into the hold, very comfortable with the position Connor has him in. He arches his now naked body up into Connor's, pressing deeper into the kiss and parting his lips into it, allowing the android to explore if he desired. Paris really doesn't know how much he knows how to do, but hopefully enough... or Connor will think to ask.]

[He slides his tongue over Paris', taking in the information he gets from it. He rocks his hips down against him, and lets out a huff of breath into the kiss. He has to let go of one of Paris' wrists in order to do it, but he reaches down to undo his own pants and tug them down so they can press against each other properly, a quiet moan escaping him the next time he grinds down.]

What else do you like?

[He breaks the kiss to ask it, somewhat breathless against Paris' ear.]

[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.]

[Connor smiles slightly, rolling his hips down again.]

I like kissing, too.

[He leans in to nip at Paris' neck, wondering...]

Would you mind if I marked you?

[Because he's really tempted.]

[is connor sure he hasn't done this before because damn he is hitting all Paris buttons. In the best possible way.]

No. I... I want you to. [If Connor wants it.]

[Connor starts to nip and suck at the skin of Paris' neck, leaving bruises behind where he goes. He keeps rocking his hips to keep them both stimulated while he does it, and when he's done he drags his tongue over the newly sensitive skin and admires his handiwork.]

You look good with those.

[Paris tilts his head back to make it easy for Connor, shivering with a few needy whimpers coinciding with both his mouth and his hips. He flushes again at the comment, making the marks all the more obvious.]

...They felt good. [Obviously, since he was being a little noisy about them.]

[Connor likes those sounds coming from Paris, and decides he wants to make more. He reaches down between them again, this time taking him in his hand and starting to slowly stroke him properly.]

Does this?

[Paris gasps loudly, the sound shifting into an aching moan as Connor touches him. He arches against the hand holding him down, but clearly isn't trying to break the grip, just wanting to press closer out of instinct.]

Y-yes...

[He rubs his thumb over the head and kisses at the marks he left behind, testing different touches to see how Paris reacts. Whenever he lets out a particularly loud moan he files that away as something he likes, and does it again. He likes the way Paris moans. He's neglecting himself for now, but he's still enjoying himself.]

[Paris isn't really used to having so much attention paid to him like this; he's mostly been with spirits instead of people, who have varying levels of empathy or understanding of human wants or needs. But it makes him feel really good that Connor is doing this, almost studying him and learning his spots. It makes him feel like he really cares.

He feels a bit selfish, but there is more that he wants. He pushes himself upwards as he groans, trying to bring his body into more contact with Connor's. He wants to feel him- whatever that means, for whatever Connor wants.]

[Connor can't really go much further on account of not really having anything for lube. It's not like he and Hank needed it. If Paris has suggestions on that, he can offer them to Connor. He's done this more than the android has, after all. For now Connor just keeps toying with him, combining all the different things that he now knows Paris likes to get him to make more noise.]

17-06 / For Paris / NSFW

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