[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.]
[He can't help but make noise as he's thrust into, because it just feels so good. And it's not like they're going to be heard here... so he sees no point in restricting himself.
He closes his eyes and enjoys every moment of it, tight around the SQUIP's cock and squeezing around it more to make it better for it. Every thrust gets some kind of sound from him, breathless and wanting.]
It leans over him as it fucks him harder, faster, its own breath coming in sharp, hot bursts; its hand finally moves between them to wrap around his cock, stroking it in time with its thrusts, or as close as it can get, given it's starting to get a little bit... unsteady, its breathing shaking slightly.
It leans up to catch his mouth in a breathless kiss, pushing its tongue heatedly over his.]
[He returns that kiss eagerly, feeling their Bond strengthen and envelope them as he groans under it, thighs starting to tremble already. His toes curl as he's stroked, and he tightens his grip on it with his legs, trying to keep from coming too soon. He just wants to hold out a little longer... he just wants this to last a few more moments.
And it does, but then he's spilling over its hand and moaning into its mouth, his whole body tensing up as he comes hard. Somehow, through the haze of pleasure, he thinks to share the experience with the SQUIP through their Bond, too. They should both feel this good.]
[That moan is met with another, the SQUIP's voice rising alongside Connor's as its cock throbs inside of him-- it was already teetering on the edge, but Connor sharing his pleasure with it all but dragged it over the edge alongside him, its fingers shaking where they're curled around his cock. Its hips jerk, pushing it against him sharply with each throb of its cock, each wave marked with another sharp, heated burst of sound spilling from its lips.]
[Feeling the SQUIP come inside him, he lets out a shuddering breath through his nose and relishes the feeling. He feels content- he could lie here for hours like this, basking in the afterglow. With a pleased sigh he slows the kiss down to something more fond, and finally starts to tug more earnestly against the magical restraints around his wrists.
He hasn't unhooked his legs from the SQUIP's hips yet. He's keeping it as close as he can for as long as he can, dammit.]
[The SQUIP laughs softly, though it doesn't release his hands yet-- it lifts its hand from where it was curled around his cock, where he spilled so much over it, and sits back to allow Connor to watch it lick those fingers clean.
It meets his gaze, letting its tongue hang there for a moment-- displaying Connor's come there, decorating its tongue and lips, before it licks its soft lips clean and swallows the mess down.
And then it does release Connor's hands, and it slumps against him, laying its head against his shoulder.]
[The little display makes Connor's spent cock twitch slightly. As soon as he hands are free he brings them down to wrap around it, holding it close. He knows he needs to clean up... he doesn't care. He strokes his fingers through its hair, pressing a soft kiss there.]
[It gently strokes its fingertips over his collar, then lets its hand rest at his chest, lightly. Its eyes drift closed, and it sighs against him; it presses a kiss against his jaw, and then its clean hand finds his, lacing their fingers together.
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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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[He can't help but make noise as he's thrust into, because it just feels so good. And it's not like they're going to be heard here... so he sees no point in restricting himself.
He closes his eyes and enjoys every moment of it, tight around the SQUIP's cock and squeezing around it more to make it better for it. Every thrust gets some kind of sound from him, breathless and wanting.]
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It leans over him as it fucks him harder, faster, its own breath coming in sharp, hot bursts; its hand finally moves between them to wrap around his cock, stroking it in time with its thrusts, or as close as it can get, given it's starting to get a little bit... unsteady, its breathing shaking slightly.
It leans up to catch his mouth in a breathless kiss, pushing its tongue heatedly over his.]
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And it does, but then he's spilling over its hand and moaning into its mouth, his whole body tensing up as he comes hard. Somehow, through the haze of pleasure, he thinks to share the experience with the SQUIP through their Bond, too. They should both feel this good.]
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[That moan is met with another, the SQUIP's voice rising alongside Connor's as its cock throbs inside of him-- it was already teetering on the edge, but Connor sharing his pleasure with it all but dragged it over the edge alongside him, its fingers shaking where they're curled around his cock. Its hips jerk, pushing it against him sharply with each throb of its cock, each wave marked with another sharp, heated burst of sound spilling from its lips.]
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He hasn't unhooked his legs from the SQUIP's hips yet. He's keeping it as close as he can for as long as he can, dammit.]
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It meets his gaze, letting its tongue hang there for a moment-- displaying Connor's come there, decorating its tongue and lips, before it licks its soft lips clean and swallows the mess down.
And then it does release Connor's hands, and it slumps against him, laying its head against his shoulder.]
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We should do that more often.
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[It gently strokes its fingertips over his collar, then lets its hand rest at his chest, lightly. Its eyes drift closed, and it sighs against him; it presses a kiss against his jaw, and then its clean hand finds his, lacing their fingers together.
Admiring the ring there.]
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I'll need to find a chain for the ring.
[He looks down at it.]
When I get wet, the webbing between my fingers will probably make wearing it complicated.
[He has a little bit of webbing now, but it's not enough to stop him from wearing a ring. When he's wet, it's a whole other matter.]