[There's no hesitation on Sean's part, and it makes Connor so, so very grateful as he licks into the other's mouth, tasting his own come and remnants of breakfast. He leans back again with one hand behind him and the other curled into the back of Sean's hair, holding him in place until he starts to strip down. He scoots back to the middle of the bed and uses the friction to rid himself of the dark jeans he was wearing, kicking them off with his boxers following suit.
The smile is back, on kiss-swollen lips that his tongue drags over as he helps rid Sean of the last of his clothes.]
You're really, really good at that. What else can you do, huh? Though I'm pretty sure I could kiss you all day.
[He runs a hand up and over those pocks that he can tell are scars from what looks to be buckshot. A story for another time. For now, he'll just run his tongue over them, reveling in the texture and the salt of the man's skin, his teeth dragging over the ridge of his clavicle. The other hand dips between them and his palm drags over the underside of Sean's cock, long fingers following suit.]
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28/10/18 00:23 (UTC)The smile is back, on kiss-swollen lips that his tongue drags over as he helps rid Sean of the last of his clothes.]
You're really, really good at that. What else can you do, huh? Though I'm pretty sure I could kiss you all day.
[He runs a hand up and over those pocks that he can tell are scars from what looks to be buckshot. A story for another time. For now, he'll just run his tongue over them, reveling in the texture and the salt of the man's skin, his teeth dragging over the ridge of his clavicle. The other hand dips between them and his palm drags over the underside of Sean's cock, long fingers following suit.]