[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 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.]