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Just a little trick of the trade.

[His smile makes it clear that the answer is no. Niles reaches down to untie his legs. Once he's free he swings them over the side of the bed and demonstrates that he can in fact walk just fine. Honestly there would be a little wobble in his step if it weren't for his tail's natural function as a balancing counterweight. The way it sways side to side is equal parts functional and deliberately teasing. He grabs his water and takes a few large gulps.]

And I'll show you another one if you give me a second to recover.

[Another, smaller sip, then he oddly splashes some on the back of one hand. The just damp fur is used to wipe off that now drying spurt that reached his face. He may not have licked his paw, but it was still a very catlike way to groom.]

[Connor can’t help but watch Niles closely as he approaches, for the simple reason that he’s horny and Niles looks good. While he’s drinking Connor doesn’t even bother hiding the way he’s looking at him, and he leans himself against the wall idly as Niles cleans himself.]

That does sound promising.

[His body language is much less rigid now that he’s not playing the role of being in control. The aggressive behaviour is no longer needed. Instead he’s relaxed— he’ll play any part that Niles wants him to now.]

[Niles loves playing with fellow switches. Subbing for him was playing a character, and when he's done he's done. That's not to say his earlier deference wasn't genuine, just that it didn't extend to non sexual matters.

He shakes his head, to get sweat slick bangs out of his eyes, stretches out his legs and feet, and finishes cleaning himself up with increasingly overtly showy ways. But he doesn't lounge or posture for too long, keeping a close eye out for any signs of impatience. Connor had already undeniably won this round, and this was his well deserved award, not an attempt at retaliation or role reversal. So soon enough, Niles is settling to his knees, but oddly beside Connor rather than in front of him. He settles so that the back of his head is resting against the wall.]

Here, face me this way.

[He's giving Connor the opportunity to bring back as much of that aggressive behavior as he wants, and Niles will follow his lead. This is for him now. If he wants doting, attentive service, that's what he'll get. If he wants fast and sloppy sucking, Niles can do that. And if he wants to fuck Niles' face hard and slide deep down his throat, he's more than welcome.]

Edited 2020-03-01 23:25 (UTC)

[He does as Niles says, getting the idea pretty quickly. He threads his fingers through Niles' damp hair, observing the way he looks on his knees in front of him for a moment before nudging the tip of his cock against his lips.

He trusts that Niles will impress. It makes him eager, but he holds back from being too demanding- at least for now. He can ease into it. There's no need to rush.]

I like the way you look down there.

[A casual observation, said with a very slight smirk. Sometimes he's glad for his perfect memory. He gets to recall every small detail about this scene whenever he likes.]

You ain't seen nothin' yet.

[There's a hint of an accent there. A throwback to before his time in the castle and his elocution lessons with Leo. It's the low class drawl of the slums of Nohr. He flashes a Connor a smile before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking.

He keeps his eye trained up, keeping that oh so alluring view as he lavishes attention on Connor's cock. For now it's all sucking and licks, tracing the edge of his head with his tongue, open mouthed kisses along the shaft, teasing, tantalizing hints of the heat and wetness of his mouth without taking in any more than the tip of his cock into his mouth properly. One hand strokes his whole length, coating the whole thing in saliva. His other reaches up to Connor's unoccupied hand, bringing it to wrap around the base of one of his horns. Just like earlier, if he wants more he'll have to take it.]

[He doesn't get a chance to reply before Niles is sucking at the tip of his cock, and he sucks in a breath and grips his hair tightly. When his hand is guided to that horn he gets the idea pretty quickly, and he presses himself further past his lips, using the horn to keep Niles from backing up any.

His own eyes are lidded, a faint blue flush creeping over his cheeks as his cock slides further into his mouth. It doesn't surprise him that Niles is good at this, given his earlier admission. Doesn't surprise him that Niles know exactly how to look up at him, either- as if he wants nothing more than to be here sucking him off.]

[Niles relaxes his jaw and continues to work his tongue back and forth as much as he can while Connor presses deeper. He's getting his breathing into a rhythm matched to his thrusts, getting ready for when Connor slips down his throat properly.

He's always been fond of hair pulling, but right now the feeling is just a little soured by what happened in the illusion. The strange pressure that Connor's grip on his horn is putting on his skull however, that is new. It's not painful by any stretch of the imagination, but there's a strain there, a tension. He likes it. The feeling sends a shower of sparks down his spine, but they fizzle out when they make it to his groin. He really was spent.]

[He isn't too rough with Niles after what they've already done. That doesn't mean he won't use this position to clearly demonstrate that he's in charge here, using his grip on Niles' hair and horn to keep him bobbing at the pace Connor feels like going at. He only needs to rock his hips ever so slightly, not intending to rush it, enjoying the way Niles moves his tongue against him and letting him focus on the head for a few moments before pressing back into him.

It's only when he decides he wants to finish that he holds Niles still by both horns, starting to buck his hips more earnestly into his mouth. That's when his cock hits the back of his throat, and it causes him to let out a soft, pleased sound. He watches Niles the whole time, but although his mind has long since become clouded with lust he never completely loses control.

Close to finishing, he pulls out of Niles' mouth and yanks his head back by the hair, stroking himself with his other hand. He remembers that he liked how Niles looked with his own come on his face. He avoids his eye and his eyepatch, the rest of his face is fair game.]

[Yanking him back is necessary, as he instinctively tries to follow after his cock. As he feels the tug he knows exactly what that means. He snaps his eye and mouth shut. Straining against the hand in his hair, he tilts his face back, helping Connor get an even and properly alluring distribution.

Once he's spent, Niles blinks his eye open and has to fight down a giggle. His blue blush earlier had been surreal, a little ethereal, but a blueberry pecker was downright comical. He brings up a hand to wipe at his lips and deliberately waits until he's got eye contact before swiping his tongue over the mess left on them lazily.]

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