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[He preens under the compliment, allowing Hank to take off his robe before straddling his hips smoothly. He's not wearing anything but jewellery now, gold adorning his body at the neck, arms, fingers and ankles. He starts undoing Hank's pants, biting his lip.]

I could ask you the same.

[He genuinely does think Hank is good looking. Of course, it helps when he's looking at Connor that way. He leans in to kiss him again, more urgently.]

[It had taken a long while for Hank to not just scuff at the idea of being called handsome. Being here for more than a year had helped with that, along with Connor's rigid healthy everything.

Of course it really helps with a sexy man says it to him looking at him like he's a seven course meal.

He does the same in return, offering no resistance, either to the kissing or the pants being undone. Despite his age, it doesn't take long to get Hank's blood pumping.]

[Once he's undone Hank's pants he slips his hand into his underwear, fondling him as they both get more and more worked up. He's already getting hard too, thoroughly turned on by the spontaneity of the situation and the fact that it's Hank beneath him. His Bondmate, his partner, his lover. Hank can likely feel the rush of affection along with the arousal through the Bond.

His free hand grips Hank's hair lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to keep him locked in the kiss. He lets out a soft, pleased sound before moving to kiss along his jaw instead, nipping at his ear.]

[The funny thing is, by this point, Hank had worked with so much fire magic that there's little bits of smoke literally coming out of his ears. One could see it as a good sign, ~~and at least his dick is not on fire.~~. Connor's action cause Hank to at least attempt to retaliate in full, until he can't quite move for a tiny bit. Once they break he can't help but add;]

H-hey Romeo, you don't need to lock me in place.

[Sure enough, Hank would at least have one word to get in during the spontaneity, but from the laugh he really doesn't seem to mind at all that it happened at all, using his hand to explore him and move downward as he's drowned in kisses.]

Sorry.

[He loves the feel of Hank's hands on him. He's getting harder just from that, and the further down Hank's hand goes the more Connor squirms. He's fully hard by the time Hank reaches his cock, but he wants something else.]

Lay on top of me.

[He moves to lay back against the cushions, jewellery clinking as he goes. His arms raise above his head submissively and he bites his lip as he moves his legs apart enough for Hank to fit between them.]

Pfft you're not.

[Not that he really cares, from his tone of voice. He's more preoccupied with how hard he is and watching his partner squirm. Geeze, how the hell is he that hard already - says man who already is hard already. Normally he would protest but what the hell;]

Sure.

[It's said in more of a grunt as he steadily moves to tower over him. He liked that they both got their uh...day in the sun? He needed a better expression of it. The shift in weight causes the couch groan from under them as Hank steadiest himself, their respective cocks touching briefly. He might be on top, but he waits to see what the other will do first.]

[Connor smirks a little- he's a little sorry! Maybe. In any case he lifts his hips and grinds up against Hank, hooking one leg lazily around Hank's middle.]

Can you use that spell again?

[He hopes Hank remembers which one he means. It had been the one that made sex feel so good last time... not that they need it, necessarily, because the Bond will amplify things enough. But Connor is in the mood to really lose himself here.]

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