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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.]

[Honestly Paris would be kind of amazed by the modern day lube, so... maybe he'll need to get introduced to that at some point. For now, he's kind of writhing underneath Connor, gasping and keening as the android works him, continuing to tease him. He could almost certainly finish this way, but-- he wants Connor to have pleasure to, so he manages to get the question out.]

Connor-- I-- do you want to... be in me?

[Connor leans in to press a light kiss to Paris' lips again.]

I do, but I don't want to hurt you.

[It wouldn't hurt Connor, he doesn't feel pain.]

Do you have any suggestions on how I could make it more comfortable for you?

[Paris leans back up into it, smiling at him.]

Mm... i-it's not that hard, I promise. [Though perhaps after this, he should mention that most people probably need a little bit more care than Paris does.] Do you have spit? You just need to... get yourself wet enough that you can push in easily.

[Connor nods, stroking a hand through Paris' hair.]

You have spit, don't you?

[He kisses down his neck as he speaks.]

You don't have to do it for long, but I'd like to feel your tongue.

[Oh. Oh that's an even better idea. Paris nods, perhaps a tad too eagerly.]

Y-Yes. I would like that. [If Connor shifts to allow him, he'll move his position so he's temporarily on top, but his eye level is no higher than Connor's stomach. He dips his head down, running his tongue over the android's length and once again curious if this will be any different, before he takes it into his mouth, almost all at once, lavishing him with attention.]

[There isn't really much difference. He curls his fingers into Paris' hair and lets out a gasp, not having expected it to feel so good. His hips twitch upwards, but he tries to keep them still, and he makes sure his grip on Paris' hair isn't too tight. Even if he's a little taken aback right now, he still wants Paris to feel good.]

[Paris lets out a pleased him, reverberating around Connor's cock, when he feels the grip in his hair. He does feel good like this, very good, and he wants to make Connor feel the best he can too. His tongue slides over the length, teasing around the head before he sucks.]

[He can't help but moan low in his throat as Paris sucks at the head of his cock, toes curling as he tries to keep still. He doesn't know if it's just because it's his first time or if it's because Paris is good at this, but he's really enjoying himself. He moves his hand to cup Paris' cheek, letting out a shaky breath.]

I won't last long if you keep doing that.

[Paris laughs a little, pulling off with his deep blue eyes looking up at Connor, a slight hint of mischief in them.]

So that was ok? [oh he's actually teasing a little now, what.]

[Connor smirks a little and rolls them over, pushing himself in between Paris' legs again.]

You know that it was.

[He's moving to position himself as he speaks, breath catching as he pushes in.]

Are you sure this is comfortable?

[He's going slow, but to his knowledge that's about all he can do.]

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