[ it's all the incentive he needs. the heat in his belly is burning upwards (and downwards), radiating enough that when he gets the go ahead, he goes down immediately, mouth and all. his shoulders part connor's thighs, pulling them up, and yes they're weighty, but he kind of likes that - connor's sturdier than he looks. the synthetic skin is strange-feeling on his, but not unpleasant as he presses close, kisses below his navel, kisses further down along his hips again.
a hand rests in his hair and he hums, lifting his own hand and gripping over the other. it's okay to pull. unspoken, but there as his mouth finally rests against the apex of his thighs.
and then he parts lips and lays his tongue flat and wide against the plane of skin, stroking up with the soft sound of breath. and again. and again. he presses a wet kiss where something else ought to be, but with about as much gusto as he'd give anyone else.
when he looks up, it's glassy-eyed, but curious, fingers curled around connor's thighs for a reaction. ]
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a hand rests in his hair and he hums, lifting his own hand and gripping over the other. it's okay to pull. unspoken, but there as his mouth finally rests against the apex of his thighs.
and then he parts lips and lays his tongue flat and wide against the plane of skin, stroking up with the soft sound of breath. and again. and again. he presses a wet kiss where something else ought to be, but with about as much gusto as he'd give anyone else.
when he looks up, it's glassy-eyed, but curious, fingers curled around connor's thighs for a reaction. ]