[Look at him. So handsome. Sean settles between those thighs and looks up at Connor, taking him in. He keeps that hand curled in Connor's belt, but he puts that final destination out of his mind for a moment. There's other things to do first, and he leans up to do them, dragging his tongue over the circular scar just under his ribcage. He loves the texture of scar tissue on his tongue, loves pressing himself against the marks on Connor like he can absorb his history just by touching him. His lips close over the scar and he sucks on it next, carefully watching for Connor's reaction, getting to know his tells. The freckles are a surprise, and Sean chuckles a little to himself as he reaches the larger spots on Connor's stomach, subjecting them to the same licks and soft sucking.]

Mmmm, I want to. I really want to. It's my favorite part.

[He finally gets back to Connor's belt, opening it up, and getting started on his fly. And Sean just smirks up at him as he pulls the zipper down.]

I really did say that their parents must have been goatfuckers. Not my finest moment, I admit. And maybe I left a little out but... don't worry about it. I promise you, it was all incredibly stupid and pointless, and not worth thinking twice about.

[And to make sure Connor doesn't think twice, Sean slides a hand into Connor's fly, wraps around his cock and gives him a squeeze.]