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[ Even more, would he do that when there were still two lovely, matching bracers? It didn't seem like Judar was about to take those off. It'd be an incomplete set.

His fingers were just starting to toy and tap along Connor's hand, ready to flip around. Until that bit of information came out. So he huffed out a laugh, twisting a little to make it easy to rest an arm around the guy. ]

Guess we should've made a stop along the way. That's what happens when we go to empty houses.

[ He hasn't shown the dominating side, having decided to just enjoy the companionship before, but there were some signs that would come out, now that that was discussed. Now, while gently taking the hand on his chest, he turns a little bit more before shoving the guy back and more against the mattress. Just before starting to get up. ]

Cooking oil it is. I'll be back.

[ Said with a light smack against the scaled thigh before he got off the bed. Hey, at least it'll be a nice view of him walking away and back. Though, in a need for constant touching and keeping busy, he'll be harder coming back than when he left, even casually stroking himself along the way with no shame. ]

[Connor lets himself be pushed back, and by the time Judar gets back he’s moved up to rest his head on the pillows. He does eye the man as he comes back, and when he’s close enough Connor pulls him closer, finally into a proper kiss. It’s hard to resist when Judar is walking back and toying with himself like that.

He reaches down and takes over for him, keeping his strokes firm but slow. He desperately wants hands on himself too, but he’s sure Judar will get to that. When he breaks the kiss again he keeps fondling him, pulling back a little to study his expression. His eyes catch Connor’s attention— he’s never met anyone with such red eyes before.]

There’s no need to be gentle with me.

[Just a casual heads up. He wants this to be rough and exciting.]

[ Oh, he'll definitely help with Connor wanting hands all over him. Especially after getting pulled into that kiss. Judar's more than happy to indulge while reaching between them to grasp and stroke Connor. There's the light feeling of nails as he gives the steady strokes, but Judar's rather practiced at this kind of thing.

Enjoy the eyes, Connor. You'll even get to see them after the full moons pass, and the mists effects wear off. While dilated, they've always been red, with the black ring running out the outside and along the middle. Makes it easy to see when he glances back at that weird blue circle again before immediately dismissing it for what was going on, finding that more important. ]

Is that you giving permission, or asking?

[ Which he's willing to indulge, demonstrating with a rougher stroke than the previous ones, settling with a grip that had more of his nails pressing in. ]

Both.

[His breath hitches as Judar digs his nails in. Unable to feel pain, all he detects is added pressure to his cock, and he finds he enjoys it. He kisses Judar again and pulls him in closer, taking the oil from him and setting it off to the side for later use.

For now Connor tugs him against him, parting his legs to give Judar room to settle on top of him. He sees the way those red eyes look at his LED, but he doesn’t feel like explaining what he is right now.]

[ It's because of that response that has Judar going a little more aggressive with the kiss. Even as he gets pulled over, he presses more for access to take Connor's mouth. At least for long enough that he'd get a little winded and need to break that contact. ]

Any particular roughness your favorite?

[ See, look- It's like an open invitation into being a bossy bottom. Which he'll probably listen to, even while distracting himself with kissing a trail over to one of Connor's ears, to suck a little where the base and jaw met up, before dragging his teeth down along one of the outer ridge, pressing the lobe between his teeth to something of a nibble while sucking at it, when he got to that point. ]

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[Connor parts his lips and lets his tongue slide along Judar's, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and rocking his hips up into the hand stroking him. When he pulls back to nibble at his ear Connor seems breathless, though it's all an act; androids don't need to breathe, they just simulate it.]

Mmm... I like being pinned.

[He knows that much. He always is aware of the fact that he could probably get out of it if he needed to, but there's something about giving control to someone else... it's a thrill, a risk. And being fucked hard while pinned or tied up is a particularly pleasurable experience for him.]

Do what you like with me, otherwise. I can take it.

[He lays his hands by his head, a willing show of submission.]

I'd like to see what you can do.

Pinning... I'll keep it in mind.

[ It's usually best suited for when they're more heated and actually fucking, but he'll be sure to bring it back at that point. Seeing the hands up, giving complete allowance, the strokes take a harder grip- slowing, mostly because of the thumb that circles around the head before pressing down against the slit- not a stationary press, but more of those circles as he ruts himself more against Connor's length. ]

Even if it leads to marks, or more of that blue blood?

[ He didn't have actual weapons on him, though the wand could serve as a very pretty stick, but some people probably drew a line between rough and being 'maimed.' Not serious injuries, of course, but lasting reminders that would have to be explained in some cases.

Plus it's something to consider as he uses his free hand to grasp one of those surrendered wrists, with nails digging in, in contemplation. Really, he's more of a selfish and exhausting partner than one that tends to be rough, but he could make more of an effort. ]

[It's when Connor likes it best- during the heat of the moment. He seems amused by the idea of being marked, even as he's becoming breathless from the teasing.]

It won't mark me.

[It'll make his "skin" retract where he's wounded, and then it'll heal over. The only way he'd bleed is if Judar pierced the plastic underneath, which is admittedly soft and pliant but still probably not going to be damaged easily.

Of course if Judar headbutted him in the nose again, which he hopes he doesn't do, he'd probably bleed from it again.]

Just don't treat me as if I'm fragile and that'll be enough.

It won't?

[ Huh. Now, there's been quite a bit of an uncanny feeling when it came to a lot of things with this guy, but it was at a level where his brain could just dismiss it all. So despite the fact that Judar was horny enough to be rubbing against Connor right alongside where he was stroking the guy's cock, that's what hits his curiosity enough to actually say anything about it. ]

That's not a monster thing, I'm guessing. Or is it...?

[ He hasn't even gotten down the name or traits of all the monsters, so it's not like he'd be able to know in the first place. ]

No, but... how about I explain afterwards?

[He's eager for things to progress. He pulls Judar down for another kiss, hard in his hand and aching for more. He's sure Judar must want more too, judging by the way he grinds against him, and Connor is happy to give him what he wants.]

Probably for the best.

[ A simple enough admission before getting pulled down, pressing hard and with the earlier permissions, unafraid to add teeth and get a little rougher with the kisses. He really wouldn't be able to pay attention to any explanations anyway, with everything occupied with satisfying physical needs right now.

Which is why, while making out, Judar reaches for the cooking oil. Once the bottle was in hand, the other that was stroking Connor let go to spread and raise up one of the merrow's legs. Neither of them really wanted to wait that much longer, really, but still having to break off this contact gives a murmured sound before doing so. That way he can coat up his fingers to press and stretch Connor open. Given how much of an interruption it could be, he's already figured he wouldn't do it completely, or properly really. Just quick and dirty enough to get in without much trouble, as it seems that pain isn't really a thing for the other guy. ]

Anything else you really like, or just particular towards pinning?

[ Just so he's not completely selfish in all of this. ]

[Connor shifts impatiently under Judar as he stretches him, wanting more inside him.]

Mm... how are you with dirty talk?

[He doesn't necessarily need it to be filthy, though that's absolutely welcomed. It's optional, though. As much as he prefers the other person to be vocal during sex, he can deal with silence.]

[ Yeah, Judar finds the stretching part the most trying on his patience, given how little he has during sex. This was as much for his own comfort than anything, given how Connor was fine with rough. ]

Not sure how filthy it counted as, but I can aim for more verbal than just vocal.

[ There was never going to be actual silence in all of this, that was guaranteed. Taking his fingers out, figuring that'd be enough to start Connor, he added a little more oil to his hand to coat and get his own cock ready. ]

Go ahead and feel free to be as chatty as you want while I'm fucking you into the bed, though.

[ Given that a large portion of his sexual history was just being allowed to do what he wanted, and having his way with servants, slaves and employees at the castle, there wasn't a lot of mutual talk during. That also seemed to be a good point to line up, pressing one hand on the back of the raised up leg's thigh, and pressing himself in. ]

[He seems pleased by that response, but gets immediately distracted by Judar pressing into him. He lets out a sigh, closing his eyes briefly and focusing on the feeling. When Judar is pushed all of the way in he opens his eyes again, reaching down to toy with himself.]

Is there anything you want me to do?

[Judar has been nice enough to ask Connor what he wants, so he'll ask too.]

[ Yeah. Normally he'd go in increments, to extend things and draw out the pleasure with those smaller thrusts. Connor seemed to want things faster and a little rougher, so he opted to skip some steps from usual, as it didn't really take away from his own enjoyment. Anything he wanted the other to do, though... ]

Mm... Honesty.

[ While he was already fully in, Judar added another sharp thrust to press just a little more in before he started to pull out for further thrusting. Something as he pulled up Connor's other leg, to fix them more up and spread. ]

I like it better when nothing's being faked. If it's not satisfying, I'd rather you throw us around so you can ride yourself to cum than give some shitty moans that you're not feeling. You need to grab at something, then do it.

[ Really, for someone that had a history of helping himself, he never really thought of what he wanted from his partners. Just what he could do. So all he knew was what he really didn't like coming across. ]

Good, because I don't see the point in faking something like that.

[He's the type to get pretty vocal when he's into it, but if it's not working for him he tends to say so. Why would he fake his own enjoyment? To make Judar feel better about himself? No, Judar has to earn those noises.

Though... this really does feel good already. Connor hadn't realised just how worked up he'd been. How much he needed this. He keeps playing with himself languidly, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock and smearing precum over it. It causes him to shudder, body tensing for a brief moment, tightening around Judar.]

Then you'll do fine.

[ Which is when he leans up to tug at one of those lips with his teeth before a kiss, pushing the legs up more. It makes for a nice and deep thrust, which he enjoys. Yet it's clear that Judar's just pushing to be a little closer to 'rough' than his generally indulgent self. Tightening up encourages a rougher pace, for sure, but that's sure to really hit when he gets his rhythm in.

For the moment... A little more play.

Which meant letting one of those legs go to put a hand between them, to nearly knead at Connor's balls. Just to help him further along, if help was the right word. That or he was contemplating ending Connor's playtime to hold him down. It depended on the next few seconds, really. ]

[It doesn't take long for Connor to get into it, especially when Judar is massaging his balls like that. He does keep toying with himself, though. It feels good, and he's enjoying it on top of the thrusting. As soon as Judar hits the right angle he does let out a quiet sound, squeezing around his cock again and shifting underneath him.

His free hand rests by his head again, inviting, and he watches Judar through lidded eyes. His mouth remains slightly parted, breath coming shallowly. He's flushed, a blue tint to his cheeks and his chest.]

Can't help but keep touching yourself, huh?

[ What with that weird blue flush showing up, and the small sounds. Oh, he sees the other hand, just waiting to get pinned against the bed. He hasn't forgotten about any of that. While continuing to pump into him with that same angle, the hand that was massaging his balls moved up to seem like it was taking over the stroking and toying.

Except he continued to stroke up over the hand, to take the wrist and bring it up as well. It's a connected movement with grabbing the other wrist and putting weight on them both, while letting those legs stay up (though free to bend and rest over Judar's shoulders,) before changing his pace to one that was harder and faster. Mostly harder. ]

[He lets himself be pinned, arching under Judar and letting out a quiet gasp as he starts to thrust into him harder. He does let his legs rest at his shoulders, toes curling at the added pleasure of being held down and fucked like this.]

That's good... keep going.

[He lets his head fall back, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling.]

Not... A problem.

[ Especially when, as he got into the rhythm of the rougher pace, it was feeling really good for him as well. Judar didn't have any particular extraordinary strength beyond what you'd expect for a human, so even as his grip tightened on the android's wrists, it wouldn't cause any damage or disrupt the appearance of anything.

It's certainly what happens, to a degree that one could imagine it leaving an ache on Judar, as he continues hardening the pace; Pressing further against Connor to kiss and bring more rough kisses, with teeth and suction along the shoulder, collarbone and a little with the neck as he feels himself closing up to that climax. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, going rougher to help Connor along, from what he understood about those requests and permissions. ]

[His breath turns to panting as he edges closer to coming, head tipping to expose more of his throat to Judar. His cock is leaking against his stomach by now, and though he strains against Judar's hands holding him down it's with no real effort behind it- he's not trying to escape. Soon he's gasping in time with every thrust, letting out soft moans every so often that get more desperate the nearer he gets.

Then he tightens up around the other man with a groan, coming hard. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut, thighs trembling as he rides out his climax, and when it's over he relaxes underneath him and sighs, satisfied for now.]

[ There's a hidden away and new instinct, inflated by the mists, that found itself deeply pleased by the further exposure of neck. Judar was mostly acting, rather than thinking or being aware of his feelings, so it meant more canvas to kiss and roughly suck at. There were even a couple points where his teeth just rested in so well, that he latched on with a harder bite, sucking for a moment, before easing off with a lick and moving on.

That second point ended up being a deeper bite, in time with the way those muscles squeezed around his cock during Connor's orgasm. It's the point he really liked, finding it more of a badge of pride than the mess spilling out between them, for all both were temporary. That and it helped really milk out his own orgasm- Not caring to ask what the other man preferred, as to being cum in or on, but instead thrusting and letting himself fill Connor, and still finishing as the guy relaxes.

Which he can't help but huff out a few laughs. ]

You are a fucking mess... Happy?

Mm. Very.

[Though he really wishes he wasn't so messy, he knows it can't be helped. He uses the sheets under him to wipe off on, because at this point they're already going to be dirty, and moves his legs off Judar's shoulders.]

I hope I'm not the only one?

[Considering how pleased Judar seems with himself, he's guessing he's not the only one who enjoyed himself.]

It's definitely what I needed.

[ Which is as close as he could get, so, yeah. He'll take that for being happy. Pulling out, as the sheets were already getting used for wiping, Judar follows suit while easing back on the bed. It's only a bit of a lewd position, but definitely relaxed as they had a chance to let that sit. Which meant he could realize that, aside from the messes they both could wipe away, there wasn't much left to show off from what he did. ]

You really don't get marked up... Huh.

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