[The kiss is returned smoothly, even eagerly as Connor leans against the door to close it; the last thing they want is cold dog nose against a bare leg and big, curious eyes peeking over the edge of his bed. Which is on the bigger side, with pillows strewn across it haphazardly, unmade but not in terrible disarray. He breathes a soft laugh against Sean's lips when they part, backing off just enough to open the top buttons of his shirt and leave the rest for the other to attend.]
Got a preference? [He has to ask, because if it's left up to him, he'd end up flipflopping and eventually just licking everything he'd be allowed.]
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Got a preference? [He has to ask, because if it's left up to him, he'd end up flipflopping and eventually just licking everything he'd be allowed.]