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[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.]

[Paris exhales deeply, relaxing as much as he can. Honestly the fact that Connor is going slow is far more considerate than some of the spirits he's been with... and even though most people would never guess, he's done this enough times that he really doesn't need all that much to get him ready anyway.

He nods, offering up a little smile for the android.] Y-yes, I'm sure.

[He keeps pushing in, until he's buried deep inside Paris. He gives him some time to adjust before pulling out partway and sliding back in, leaning in to kiss him again as his hips start to work of their own accord. He lets out a moan by Paris' ear, pressing tender kisses to his neck as his hand moves between them to take his cock and give it a few slow strokes.]

You look good like this.

[Lying underneath him, with a flush to his cheeks.]

[Paris arches his head back, groaning as Connor pushes into him. It feels amazing, especially since he already cares so much about Connor- though he definitely flushes deeper when the android compliments him.]

Mm... you always look good. [seriously connor it's unfair how are you so pretty.]

[Connor smiles slightly and nips at Paris' neck again, rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb before stroking a few more times. He keeps his hips moving at a steady rhythm, not too fast just yet because he wants to last.]

So do you.

[It's true, Paris has always been attractive. Connor isn't blind, he's noticed it before.]

[If Paris's hands are free, they're definitely roaming over Connor's body, trying to learn him and figure out if there's anyway (besides the obvious places) he likes to be touched. He whimpers as Connor rubs over his tip, and even though Connor is lacking the heat of a normal human Paris still feels like he's on fire.]

Spirits, you feel so good... [Again, the fact that he does have a lot of affection for Connor helps.]

[He'll find he likes his hair tugged on a little, he likes fingers trailing down his back, and he likes nails in his skin. He can't feel pain but he can tell what is happening and it's a huge turn on.

He's never heard that saying before. It's kind of cute. Especially coming from Paris in the heat of the moment. He moves to kiss him properly, moving more forcefully as he does. He'll ask about it later. For now, he just wants to get lost in what they're doing.]

[Paris presses up into the kiss, threading a hand through Connor's hair and tugging on it again as he opens his mouth to kiss, moaning deeply as they continue to move together. It doesn't take him much longer, thanks to all the teasing, to pull back from the kiss and gasp--]

Connor-- I'm close--

[Hearing that, Connor starts stroking harder, urging Paris to finish. He wants it to be good for him. He leans in to bite and suck at his skin again too, at the marks already left behind from earlier. It won't take him long to finish either, with Paris moaning like that.]

[That's really all Paris needs and more. He arches into Connor's body, crying out as he comes and spilling over Connor's hand. The marks are certainly not going away anytime soon, blossomed a deep red over his neck.]

[Paris tightening around him and crying out like that has Connor biting his lip as he thrusts in, and a few moments later he's coming too, though there's no physical evidence of it. He pants against Paris' neck, against the marks he's left behind as his hips work of their own accord, and then he finally stops, resting his forehead on Paris' shoulder.]

[Paris takes in a few deep breaths of his own, tilting his head so it's pressed up against Connor's as they both get themselves under control.] Mm... that was... really nice.

[He rests his head against Paris' and sighs contentedly.]

...It was.

[He pulls out, and goes off to clean up. Then he comes back and lays on Paris again, resting his head on his chest. The contact is nice.]

[Connor's absence is very badly felt, and Paris props himself up when he goes, not entirely sure what's going on or if Connor's not interested in anything else or what. But he settles down when the android comes back, carefully reaching up and gently playing with his hair.]

[He finally seems to realise he's marked Paris up pretty badly, and he reaches to touch those marks gently with his fingers.]

Those will last for a while.

[He sounds almost apologetic.]

[No, don't do that. Paris hums happily, pressing a soft kiss to Connor's jaw.] Mm. They will.

[He sounds pleased with the idea.]

[He trails his fingers down Paris' chest. tracing idle shapes over his skin with his nails. He smiles softly at the kiss, touching his lips to Paris' cheek in return.]

You seem happy about that.

[Paris shivers slightly under the nails, just curling closer to Connor.] I am. I, um, like them.

I like them too.

[He can't be marked in the same way as a person simply because his skin isn't real, but he can mark other people and have the evidence of what they've done on them instead.]

You look good with them.

[Paris flushes a little, giving the android a quiet smile.] ...I'm glad. [He's also very glad Connor seems to like cuddling, because he doesn't want to move.]

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