[The SQUIP has Connor continue to undress before it; it simply watches, making no effort to hide the way its eyes sweep over his handsome form as it's exposed.
The shirt is dropped away... and then Connor's hands go to his pants, and begin to remove those, as well.]
[He might have complained more if it were anyone else, honestly. He doesn't have a positive history with being controlled. He's only letting the SQUIP do it because... well, he loves it. It wouldn't hurt him, or make him do something he doesn't want to do. He's sure of that.]
It is.
[He opens his jeans and lets them drop, stepping out of them and kicking them gently out of his way. Then he stands in his underwear, head tilting to the side slightly.]
[It smirks, and it steps over to circle him, taking in every inch of his slim, well-built form.]
... that's good to know, because I happen to like looking at you.
[It skims a hand over his body, exploring; his shoulder, the dip at the small of his back. His ass, of course. It only offers him a teasingly light, brief touch there before it pulls away, circling around to face his front again.
It thinks of what it should do with him... what it intends to do. Pin him down, or maybe spread him out in place right there before it, and do whatever it pleases to him. It pulls off its own shirt, though it pauses there-- a power play, leaving itself less exposed than Connor for as long as possible.]
[Connor closes his eyes and enjoys those small touches, his small smile widening with amusement as the SQUIP brushes its fingers over his ass. He looks on with interest as the SQUIP takes off its shirt, but he can't move to touch it like he wants to.]
You're a tease.
[But he loves it, and that much is evident on his face.]
It drags his own hand down his body, down to the hem of his underwear... but it doesn't make him remove them. Not yet. Instead, it makes him tease himself through the fabric, wanting to watch him squirm before it gives him anything satisfying.]
[With his hand teasing himself through his underwear he starts to grow hard under his fingers, and he swallows and wishes he could do more than just tease... or that the SQUIP would come over and help out. He likes feeling its hands on him. As he gets harder his breath hitches, but he never looks away from the SQUIP. He has no reason to. He wants it to see how aroused he is, just from the look in his eyes.]
[Oh, it can see... both from the look in his eyes, and the growing tent in that underwear.
It drops his hands to his sides, and then approaches him; it slips its hand beneath the band of that underwear, dragging its fingers teasingly over him.]
... this hard, already? I could've done anything to you, and you would've gotten hard from it, wouldn't you? [It leans in close, nipping at his bottom lip, a nasty smirk on its face.] For someone who acts so straight-laced, you certainly are easy.
[It leans in to breathe its next words against his ear, its fingers lightly, lightly stroking over him, wanting to feel every reaction beneath its fingers.]
I think you just like it like this. You like having somebody's hands down your pants, or wrapping your lips around a cock... it doesn't matter whose, really, does it?
[The breath against his ear makes him shiver, and he wants so badly to just jump the SQUIP where it stands. Still, he doesn't try to fight the magic holding him in place. He just lets the words wash over him, enjoying every minute of it.]
You're right.
[Well, not really. It really is just the SQUIP and Justine that he sleeps with when he's not being affected by potions. But he gets it- they're playing a game here. And he'll happily play along.]
[The SQUIP grins darkly against his ear, and it finally does curl its fingers around him, though it still strokes him lazily, slowly.]
I could pin you down and fuck your mouth in front of the Parliament building and you'd love every second of it. [It nips at his throat, lightly, the slightest edge of teeth on the sensitive skin.
And then all at once, it pulls away, and it grabs his underwear, jerking it roughly down and off of him.]
[There's a laugh in its voice. It's nearly comedic, the conversation they're having, even as it knows the effect it's having on Connor... and, indirectly, on itself.
It releases its control on Connor. No need to exhaust all of its magical energy just yet.]
Finish undressing me, and we'll test just how true that is.
[As soon as he feels he can move again he crosses the distance between them, grabbing the SQUIP and pulling it into a hard kiss. Those pants get in his way, and he's quick to tug the offending garments down so he can grab its cock and start stroking it. He might have smiled too- the conversation was slightly ridiculous- but he's too worked up.]
Bedroom.
[He mutters it between kisses, tugging the SQUIP in that direction. He'll show the SQUIP anything it likes, do anything it wants. He can feel the ring on his finger as he moves his hand and a swell of affection passes through the Bond.]
[Connor is reluctant to leave the SQUIP now that he's so close, but he backs up and slides smoothly onto the bed, laying his hands above his head as instructed. He knows he looks good doing it, and he watches through lidded eyes as he waits for his lover to decide what to do.
All the while he's eyeing the SQUIP's body, wanting it pressed against him again. The thought of it has him throbbing already, and he squirms a little where he lays.]
[The SQUIP reaches out... and then closes its hand in a gesture that pins Connor's hands above him, binding him magically. And then it makes its way to the bed to join him, and it grabs the band of his underwear and finally pulls them down and off of him entirely.
But it doesn't touch him.
It moves instead to climb up his body, to sit so that its cock sits just before his lips; it reaches down to grab a handful of his hair, pulls his head up. The other hand goes to its cock, guiding it to press against that mouth.]
[He almost refuses to, just to see what the SQUIP would do about it. But after a moment he opens his mouth, deliberately dragging his tongue against the head of its cock to tease it. He makes a point of projecting his own arousal onto it, his cock aching for some kind of touch, hard in anticipation for what comes next.
The SQUIP seems to enjoy having him like this as much as Connor enjoys it, too. That's good. It means they get to do this again.]
[A warm sound, marked with a smirk as Connor pushes his own arousal over the Bond. Its cock twitches against his tongue, its fingers tightening in a way that would be painful for someone who could feel that.
It doesn't wait for him to take it down further.
It holds his head steady by his hair, rocks its hips forward to push its cock over his tongue, into his open mouth-- slowly, at least at first.]
[He takes the cock in his mouth willingly enough, pushing his tongue flat against the underside for a little added pleasure as the SQUIP pushes in. He feels a drop of precum slide down his own length, and makes a needy sound. He's barely been touched, but the SQUIP knows just how to rile him up by now.
He keeps his eyes focused on its face, gaze intense. He thinks of the SQUIP's breath against his ear, those filthy words, and even if he isn't being touched yet those thoughts will keep him hard.]
[Oh, he will have plenty to keep him busy... the SQUIP sinks more and more deeply into his mouth, unheeding of his comfort, hilting entirely. It only stops when Connor's open mouth meets its body.
And then it begins to move, to fuck his mouth slowly and deeply, and it hisses a breath... and it starts to talk.]
Mm. You like having your mouth stuffed with cock, don't you? You're dripping already, and I haven't even touched you...
[If he had to breathe, it might have been more of a problem. As it is he can shut that function off, since it's unnecessary. He could reply over the Bond, but he decides not to, instead just giving a soft moan around its cock instead. He doesn't have to admit he likes the SQUIP using him like this- his body is doing that for him.
He shifts under it, sucking lightly. He hopes it knows that not just anybody could do this to him, even if he likes being treated like a slut.]
[It laughs breathlessly, tugs his hair playfully even as it shivers in response to the addition of his sucking. It changes its rhythm-- it draws back slowly, dragging its cock over his tongue, and then rams its hips forward, fucking his throat roughly.]
Ah, Connor... that's good, babe... you like it when I fuck your mouth, huh? Hah...
[He has no gag reflex to speak of, so all he does as the SQUIP pounds into his mouth is suck and press his tongue against the underside. Ideally he'd be able to get a handful of ass here, since the SQUIP is in perfect position for that, but being held down, straining, is exciting all on its own. He makes a point to moan around it again, his eyes practically begging for more.
He does hope the SQUIP doesn't intend to finish like this. He can't swallow, as much as he'd like to.]
[Well, as easy as it would be to finish this way, to just leave Connor bound and hard and needy and maybe... leave for a bit, go read a book, and let him want-- it ensures he hears that train of thought-- it doesn't intend to do that, no. Not this time, at least.
It rams its cock roughly into his throat again, forcefully enough to bump his head against the headboard... and then it slowly drags its cock out, over his tongue, staring down at him with a dark, lidded gaze.]
Heh... it's a shame you can't swallow. I'm sure you'd love to suck down my load, wouldn't you?
[It reaches down to brush its fingers over his slick lips, smirking at him.]
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[The SQUIP has Connor continue to undress before it; it simply watches, making no effort to hide the way its eyes sweep over his handsome form as it's exposed.
The shirt is dropped away... and then Connor's hands go to his pants, and begin to remove those, as well.]
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It is.
[He opens his jeans and lets them drop, stepping out of them and kicking them gently out of his way. Then he stands in his underwear, head tilting to the side slightly.]
I like it when you look at me like that.
[He likes to know he's wanted.]
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... that's good to know, because I happen to like looking at you.
[It skims a hand over his body, exploring; his shoulder, the dip at the small of his back. His ass, of course. It only offers him a teasingly light, brief touch there before it pulls away, circling around to face his front again.
It thinks of what it should do with him... what it intends to do. Pin him down, or maybe spread him out in place right there before it, and do whatever it pleases to him. It pulls off its own shirt, though it pauses there-- a power play, leaving itself less exposed than Connor for as long as possible.]
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You're a tease.
[But he loves it, and that much is evident on his face.]
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[It grins at him.
It drags his own hand down his body, down to the hem of his underwear... but it doesn't make him remove them. Not yet. Instead, it makes him tease himself through the fabric, wanting to watch him squirm before it gives him anything satisfying.]
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[With his hand teasing himself through his underwear he starts to grow hard under his fingers, and he swallows and wishes he could do more than just tease... or that the SQUIP would come over and help out. He likes feeling its hands on him. As he gets harder his breath hitches, but he never looks away from the SQUIP. He has no reason to. He wants it to see how aroused he is, just from the look in his eyes.]
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It drops his hands to his sides, and then approaches him; it slips its hand beneath the band of that underwear, dragging its fingers teasingly over him.]
... this hard, already? I could've done anything to you, and you would've gotten hard from it, wouldn't you? [It leans in close, nipping at his bottom lip, a nasty smirk on its face.] For someone who acts so straight-laced, you certainly are easy.
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Maybe I'm only this easy because you're involved.
[But the words get to him, in the good way- his cock twitches against its hand, and he stares it down hungrily.]
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[It leans in to breathe its next words against his ear, its fingers lightly, lightly stroking over him, wanting to feel every reaction beneath its fingers.]
I think you just like it like this. You like having somebody's hands down your pants, or wrapping your lips around a cock... it doesn't matter whose, really, does it?
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You're right.
[Well, not really. It really is just the SQUIP and Justine that he sleeps with when he's not being affected by potions. But he gets it- they're playing a game here. And he'll happily play along.]
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I could pin you down and fuck your mouth in front of the Parliament building and you'd love every second of it. [It nips at his throat, lightly, the slightest edge of teeth on the sensitive skin.
And then all at once, it pulls away, and it grabs his underwear, jerking it roughly down and off of him.]
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Mm... I would.
[He says it breathlessly- and then the SQUIP is gone from his side, and his underwear is by his feet.]
I'd let you do anything to me... anywhere you liked.
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[There's a laugh in its voice. It's nearly comedic, the conversation they're having, even as it knows the effect it's having on Connor... and, indirectly, on itself.
It releases its control on Connor. No need to exhaust all of its magical energy just yet.]
Finish undressing me, and we'll test just how true that is.
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Bedroom.
[He mutters it between kisses, tugging the SQUIP in that direction. He'll show the SQUIP anything it likes, do anything it wants. He can feel the ring on his finger as he moves his hand and a swell of affection passes through the Bond.]
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Note to self: Connor gets very, very excited by dirty talk. It files that away.
It allows itself to be tugged away to the bedroom-- though once it's there, it pauses at the door, and gestures for Connor to get onto the bed first.]
Hands over your head.
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All the while he's eyeing the SQUIP's body, wanting it pressed against him again. The thought of it has him throbbing already, and he squirms a little where he lays.]
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But it doesn't touch him.
It moves instead to climb up his body, to sit so that its cock sits just before his lips; it reaches down to grab a handful of his hair, pulls his head up. The other hand goes to its cock, guiding it to press against that mouth.]
Open up.
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The SQUIP seems to enjoy having him like this as much as Connor enjoys it, too. That's good. It means they get to do this again.]
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[A warm sound, marked with a smirk as Connor pushes his own arousal over the Bond. Its cock twitches against his tongue, its fingers tightening in a way that would be painful for someone who could feel that.
It doesn't wait for him to take it down further.
It holds his head steady by his hair, rocks its hips forward to push its cock over his tongue, into his open mouth-- slowly, at least at first.]
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He keeps his eyes focused on its face, gaze intense. He thinks of the SQUIP's breath against his ear, those filthy words, and even if he isn't being touched yet those thoughts will keep him hard.]
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And then it begins to move, to fuck his mouth slowly and deeply, and it hisses a breath... and it starts to talk.]
Mm. You like having your mouth stuffed with cock, don't you? You're dripping already, and I haven't even touched you...
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He shifts under it, sucking lightly. He hopes it knows that not just anybody could do this to him, even if he likes being treated like a slut.]
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Ah, Connor... that's good, babe... you like it when I fuck your mouth, huh? Hah...
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He does hope the SQUIP doesn't intend to finish like this. He can't swallow, as much as he'd like to.]
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It rams its cock roughly into his throat again, forcefully enough to bump his head against the headboard... and then it slowly drags its cock out, over his tongue, staring down at him with a dark, lidded gaze.]
Heh... it's a shame you can't swallow. I'm sure you'd love to suck down my load, wouldn't you?
[It reaches down to brush its fingers over his slick lips, smirking at him.]
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