[Connor doesn't move for a few moments, even if Asra seems ready for it. He's accustomed to waiting that short period first. But soon he slides himself out and then in again, and lets out a groan as he pulls back to thrust back in again, harder. It's exactly what he needed.
He may not mark easily, but Asra sure does, and Connor notes that the man seems to enjoy it. He rakes his claws up one of Asra's thighs, sharp teeth biting into his shoulder as his hips pound roughly into him. The taste of blood on his tongue sends a thrill through him, one that perhaps he wouldn't feel normally.]
[The first thrust is slower, still edged with an ache from how unfamiliar he is with this, how long it's been since he took another like this. The second is harder and Asra groans as he can feel Connor hilting deep within him. It's enough to start them both on a desperate race now, the drag of claws sending spikes of pain through him, leaving Asra gasping and curled under Connor and wanting all the more.
When teeth break his skin he gives a gasp of delight and, instinctively, drags his nails over Connor's back. But this time it's accompanied by the tingle of magic rolling from his fingertips, sparks of tingling heat against the android's flesh in an effort to find a way to return the wonderful sensations rolling through him.]
[The feel of magic on his back is pleasant, and Connor shudders under it, tail swishing excitedly as he continues to move inside him. His pace is rough, and he moves to curl his fingers around Asra's length and stroke in time with the thrusts. As much as he's simply using Asra to get off, he's not completely inconsiderate. He wants the other man to feel good too.
His other hand keeps a firm grip on Asra's hip, and after extracting his teeth from his shoulder he drags his tongue over the wound, even sucking on it slightly. It satisfies a violent urge in him that he'd buried under Bonds and therefore never had to deal with before.]
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He may not mark easily, but Asra sure does, and Connor notes that the man seems to enjoy it. He rakes his claws up one of Asra's thighs, sharp teeth biting into his shoulder as his hips pound roughly into him. The taste of blood on his tongue sends a thrill through him, one that perhaps he wouldn't feel normally.]
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When teeth break his skin he gives a gasp of delight and, instinctively, drags his nails over Connor's back. But this time it's accompanied by the tingle of magic rolling from his fingertips, sparks of tingling heat against the android's flesh in an effort to find a way to return the wonderful sensations rolling through him.]
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His other hand keeps a firm grip on Asra's hip, and after extracting his teeth from his shoulder he drags his tongue over the wound, even sucking on it slightly. It satisfies a violent urge in him that he'd buried under Bonds and therefore never had to deal with before.]