[At this rate he won’t last long, which is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it’s less time in such a compromising position, but damn does the SQUIP look good down there. Connor lets it hold him back even as he wants to jerk his hips forward, his free hand finally coming to rest with his other one in the SQUIP’s hair. His grip is tight, though he doesn’t want to cause it too much discomfort.

Anything for attention...

He breathes out a soft laugh, letting his head fall back against the wall.]