[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.]
[He nips playfully at those fingers, his cock giving another twitch. Again he sends those feelings over, the need to be touched.
It’s not too much of a bad thing that he can’t swallow. After all, that means it can come inside him, and that’s something Connor really enjoys even if he has to clean up afterwards.]
It moves itself down his body, fetching some lotion from the bedside table along the way; and then it settles itself between his legs. It dips down to press its lips against the slick tip of his cock-- not parting them, not sucking, just brushing the softness of its mouth there, spreading the dripping precum present over them with a nasty smirk.
And then it spreads some of that lotion over its fingers... and it begins to rub one over Connor's ass, applying light pressure, at first.]
[His hips twitch up towards the SQUIP's mouth, and he spreads his legs more for it. When it presses a finger against him he pushes down onto it as much as he can, desperate for more touch.]
Don't make me wait too long...
[There's a pleading note in his voice, one he doesn't use often.]
[It begins to push that finger into him... achingly slowly, brushing its lips over his cock, peppering little kisses over the tip. It flicks its tongue against him once, almost mockingly, and gives him a smirk.]
[That tongue is torture, and Connor vaguely wonders just how long he's actually going to last at this rate.]
...Please?
[Maybe if he begs, the SQUIP will give in. He's not above it right now. There aren't many people who he'd lower himself to this point for, but the SQUIP is different. His fingers idly trace over the ring on his finger.]
[It sinks that finger into him, curling it just slightly... working it slowly, its lips and hot breath the only feather-light contact he gets for now.]
[It's not like it can hurt him- if anything the rough entry makes him gasp, arching his back slightly. He immediately curls his legs around its hips, pulling it in deeper. Finally.
He looks up at the SQUIP with dark eyes, thighs tensing, another drop of precum dripping onto his stomach. He's so wound up.]
[All told, the SQUIP isn't faring much better... it simply has a better poker face, until it doesn't.
It starts to thrust-- each stroke is rough and deep, its hands dragging his hips down against it sharply, revealing just a bit of just how wound up the SQUIP itself is.
It doesn't touch his cock yet, though. It doesn't want him to come just yet, not so immediately... even though its own gaze has become a bit glassy with need, each thrust met with a soft, heated grunt of voice.]
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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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[He nips playfully at those fingers, his cock giving another twitch. Again he sends those feelings over, the need to be touched.
It’s not too much of a bad thing that he can’t swallow. After all, that means it can come inside him, and that’s something Connor really enjoys even if he has to clean up afterwards.]
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It moves itself down his body, fetching some lotion from the bedside table along the way; and then it settles itself between his legs. It dips down to press its lips against the slick tip of his cock-- not parting them, not sucking, just brushing the softness of its mouth there, spreading the dripping precum present over them with a nasty smirk.
And then it spreads some of that lotion over its fingers... and it begins to rub one over Connor's ass, applying light pressure, at first.]
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Don't make me wait too long...
[There's a pleading note in his voice, one he doesn't use often.]
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[It begins to push that finger into him... achingly slowly, brushing its lips over his cock, peppering little kisses over the tip. It flicks its tongue against him once, almost mockingly, and gives him a smirk.]
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...Please?
[Maybe if he begs, the SQUIP will give in. He's not above it right now. There aren't many people who he'd lower himself to this point for, but the SQUIP is different. His fingers idly trace over the ring on his finger.]
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[It sinks that finger into him, curling it just slightly... working it slowly, its lips and hot breath the only feather-light contact he gets for now.]
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Please just fuck me already.
[He sounds only mildly irritated that he had to resort to that- mostly he's just desperate for the SQUIP to have its way with him.]
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... and then it pulls its finger out, and shifts itself to lift his hips and line itself up.
It roughly thrusts its cock into him all at once, grasping his hips tightly.]
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He looks up at the SQUIP with dark eyes, thighs tensing, another drop of precum dripping onto his stomach. He's so wound up.]
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It starts to thrust-- each stroke is rough and deep, its hands dragging his hips down against it sharply, revealing just a bit of just how wound up the SQUIP itself is.
It doesn't touch his cock yet, though. It doesn't want him to come just yet, not so immediately... even though its own gaze has become a bit glassy with need, each thrust met with a soft, heated grunt of voice.]
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