[Sean's all too happy to take over unbuttoning Connor's shirt, letting his hands drag down the cop's body. One thing you can say for the DPD; they know how to keep it tight.]
Anyway you like. Just tell me how you want it.
[He tugs Connor's shirt out of his pants, getting that last button so he can lay it wide open and see him - and see what scars he's hiding under there. It occurs to Sean that yes, he does have something he wants to do first, before anything else. He smirks as he rests a hand on Connor's belt, tucking his fingers just inside his pants. His knuckles rub against the skin there, fingertips exploring the contents inside Connor's pants.]
Actually, one preference. How about you let me properly thank you for getting me out a bad situation.
[And with that, Sean nudges Connor back towards the bed, urging him to sit down on it, so Sean can get on his knees in front of him.]
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Anyway you like. Just tell me how you want it.
[He tugs Connor's shirt out of his pants, getting that last button so he can lay it wide open and see him - and see what scars he's hiding under there. It occurs to Sean that yes, he does have something he wants to do first, before anything else. He smirks as he rests a hand on Connor's belt, tucking his fingers just inside his pants. His knuckles rub against the skin there, fingertips exploring the contents inside Connor's pants.]
Actually, one preference. How about you let me properly thank you for getting me out a bad situation.
[And with that, Sean nudges Connor back towards the bed, urging him to sit down on it, so Sean can get on his knees in front of him.]