[Sean's needs and wants are written all over his face. Or damn near, looking at him with that keenly observant, perceptive eye that had helped Connor earn his title as one of the youngest Lieutenants in Detroit's history. He rolls his hips forward in a sinuous pass, head at a tilt almost as if to put himself on display. He knows he's attractive, has used it to his advantage before, even though most people know he's a generally unkempt and overall rather garbage human being.
He ruts against Sean in slow passes, his hands dragging up over his own chest to his neck and through his hair, sending the curls into disarray. Two digits dip into his mouth and his tongue runs in between them as he looks Sean in the eye, before he reaches for one of the man's hands and gives it the same treatment. His lips close around two of Sean's fingers and he sucks down in the same languid rhythm he's set with his hips.]
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[Sean's needs and wants are written all over his face. Or damn near, looking at him with that keenly observant, perceptive eye that had helped Connor earn his title as one of the youngest Lieutenants in Detroit's history. He rolls his hips forward in a sinuous pass, head at a tilt almost as if to put himself on display. He knows he's attractive, has used it to his advantage before, even though most people know he's a generally unkempt and overall rather garbage human being.
He ruts against Sean in slow passes, his hands dragging up over his own chest to his neck and through his hair, sending the curls into disarray. Two digits dip into his mouth and his tongue runs in between them as he looks Sean in the eye, before he reaches for one of the man's hands and gives it the same treatment. His lips close around two of Sean's fingers and he sucks down in the same languid rhythm he's set with his hips.]