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[There's a long, soft, breathy little moan as Sean's tongue drags over him, his fingers curling into the folds of his duvet.]

Just, stay slow.

[His lip pulls back in between his teeth and his head falls back, eyes mostly closed still. There's something wonderfully decadent about getting blown slow and easy like this, and it makes his nerves tingle in waves with the motion of Sean's tongue and lips against his skin.

He wasn't lying when he said it would probably be fast. He's already climbing up to his orgasm with each deft, slow movement and the pressure that comes when Sean properly sucks down. The blush that had been blooming across his cheeks is creeping down the sides of his neck to his shoulders and part of his chest. Precum seeps languidly across Sean's tongue, warm and bitter.]

[Sean chuckles a little. As Connor's finding out, the only time Sean's quiet is when he's got his mouth full of something. Still, he tries his best not to rush this. Connor's so hard, and the view from down here is amazing. The way he leans back on his hands pulls his chest tight, and when Connor lets his head fall back, Sean's eyes trace over the graceful curves his body makes.

He can taste Connor, and he's not shy about taking his hand off of Connor's cock so he can slide the rest into his mouth. Sean's eyes close as he swallows up the last few inches and he just stays still for a moment. As the precum leaks out of Connor, Sean swallows, his mouth and the very back of his throat occasionally squeezing Connor's cock. Fuck. That's good. He feels heavy against Sean's tongue.

Sean tries to think about staying slow. Both his hands wrap around Connor's thighs as Sean keeps his mouth on him, lips touching the root of that hard cock. Then he slowly backs off, following the slight curve in Connor's shaft as Sean backs up, right to the tip of that very sensitive head. He gives it another suck.

Sean does his best to take his time so Connor can really enjoy this. He sinks back down, bobbing up and down on Connor's cock. Sean's hands stroke over his thighs, and then creep up to hold onto Connor's hips. His eyes flutter open, and Sean makes sure to keep them locked onto Connor's body so he can watch him come.]

[About the third deep, slow stroke, Connor lets out a heavier groan, brow knitting as the pressure builds and his balls tighten up against his body.]

There, that's good, that's so good...

[He pants, almost as if pained, his mouth dropping open wide as he finally spills over the edge, voice ratched up half an octave. It's heavy, pent up for a long while before now. Hopefully it was warning enough in case Sean wanted to pull off. Either way, Sean would be getting dragged back up by the back of his neck, a deeper kiss than they'd already shared pressed immediately to his lips.]

[Every single noise Connor makes, every shiver that goes through his body, every long line of his body is drank up by Sean. It's got him rock hard, pressing against the fly if his jeans. And when he hears that warble, he just buries his mouth down on Connor's cock, not letting up. He starts swallowing at the first jet of hot salty cum in his mouth, and he doesn't stop until Connor coaxes him off and up.

Sean eagerly leans into that kiss and loses himself in it, forgetting entirely about his own needs for a moment, just so he can kiss Connor. It's good. It's so fucking good.]

You sound so nice. You've got my motor running so hard, just from listening to you. Fuck. Connor...

[Sean goes in for another kiss, this one a little more brief before he pulls back. He strips his shirt off and tosses it aside. He's a little thicker than Connor, a little more muscular. Blame all those boxes and crates he lifts. Sean's got a few more scars than Connor too, but nothing too gruesome. Most of them seem to be old, the byproducts of a clumsy childhood, scratches from climbing through wire fences or tussling with neighbourhood boys. The most recent one looks like proof of a very, very close call, three small circles on the very far right of his chest. Looks like someone shot in Sean's direction with a 12 gauge shotgun and missed, mostly. Nothing that picking shot out with tweezers and some at-home doctoring couldn't handle.]

[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.]

[Sean's so, so grateful to get out of his clothes, groaning as his cock finally comes free. Unlike Connor, Sean's not circumcised, and he's got a dark thatch around the base as well, though if there is a curve, it's a lot more subtle and barely noticeable. Maybe not worth framing on the wall, but a nice enough dick that Sean's sure never had any complaints. He also laughs a little at the suggestion they kiss all day, then moans as Connor returns the favour from earlier, tongue running across Sean's side, followed by just the right amount of teeth.

Best of all is those fingers that drag over him, leaving Sean shuddering a little. His cock twitches eagerly and it's clear from the wetness on Sean's head that he's been thoroughly worked up all this time.]

Just touch me. Touch me and kiss me. H-hah, I can do anything you want, but that's what I really want right now.

[He leans forward for another kiss, and the harder he is, the less he's able to focus on anything but instant gratification. Sean's hip pushes forward against Connor's hand, rubbing himself against it while his mouth looks for Connor's lips - and maybe his teeth.]

I can do that.

[Connor groans into Sean's mouth when their lips meet again, his tongue tracing a slow path inside and opening up to invite Sean in in kind. His hand drags back down the front of the other's body then up his side while the one at his dick wraps around and squeezes down, his thumb circling around the head and smearing slick fluid all over the soft tissue. He nudges his forehead against Sean's and makes sure he's watching when that hand comes up away and his thumb dips into his mouth, sucking the precum right back off of it.

Already with the rougher kiss and the full body contact, he's starting to get excited again, his still sensitive cock rubbing up against Sean's belly and coaxing another soft moan out of him.]

Turn over.

[The order comes quietly, with a gentle push so that he can switch their positions, allowing him to straddle Sean's thicker thighs and get a good look at him. He shakes a stray curl back off his forehead and dips back down into another kiss, biting gently on the man's upper lip as his hands trace mirror paths back up Sean's body, thumbs swiping over his nipples experimentally.]

[His moaning is interrupted by a breathless little laugh as Connor goes ahead and sucks the precum off his thumb. That's so hot. Who knew cops could be so hot?]

Yes sir.

Sean does exactly as he's commanded, eagerly obeying the order and turning over. He rubs against Connor, pushing their cocks against each other as he rolls his hips forward. But he's careful not to push Connor off - he really likes the way he looks straddling Sean like this. Both hands settle on Connor's thighs, Sean's thumbs rubbing the muscle there. Connor's a lot stronger than he looks at first glance, all coiled muscle right under the surface of his skin. Sean just chews a little on his lower lip, right until Connor rubs his nipples. Sean lets go so he can groan deep in his throat. He's so worked up over Connor.]

Fuck, you're so hot. I could look at you all day and never get tired of you.

Yeah? How bad d'you wanna fuck me then?

[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.]

[Sean lets out another little laugh, nervous and excited at the same time. Connor is in total control here, and Sean's so eager to yield to him, to give him anything he wants and to please him. His cock's so hard and Sean can feel his balls starting to tighten. It won't take much more to make him come.]

I'd love to fuck you, I'd love to, b-but I won't last. Not like this. You're killing me. Jesus, you're so hot.

[Connor sucking on Sean's fingers just drags a strangled little noise out of Sean, desperate and hungry. One of the hands on Connor's thighs slides up, over his hip, and coming to rest on Connor's back. He just encourages him to keep rocking his hips like that. Sean just needs that friction and pressure, and this beautiful view. Fuck, he's going to come undone. He's so fucking lucky, first skipping a beating, and now getting to see Connor moving like this, his whole body moving like waves over the shore.]

Connor, Connor, I'm- fuck, keep going. You're going to make me come. Jesus. Every time I jerk off for the next week, I'm going to be thinking about this.

[Connor releases the fingers in his mouth and wraps one hand around both his own cock and Sean's, pumping a little more quickly than he'd been moving as he leans back down, drinking in the look on the man's face. He breathes a soft laugh as he nudges their noses against one-another.]

Maybe later then.

[His way of indirectly inquiring about a second date. Or, a first official one, if Sean would prefer to think of it that way. He turns a brighter smile on the man and laughs once more, eyes damn near glittering.]

Go ahead, come and we can keep going. I have all night.

[Sean wraps his arms around Connor when he presses their noses against each other, and he just holds onto him, moaning for Connor as his hand jerks them both off at the same time. Fuck! That's good, that's so good. All of it is just so good.]

Absolutely, aw jesus, anytime, anytime. I'm going nowhere.

[At least, not right now. For now, he just takes advantage of how close Connor is to him, and presses a few kisses to his chin, melting in Connor's hands. That smile and those bright eyes are just doing Sean in. Well the hand is mostly but the rest of him too-]

A-ah shit, fuck-

[Sean cries out and arches as he comes, and as Connor easily pumps him to completion. It feels so good and Sean's just left gasping and panting, fingers digging into Connor's side while Sean squirms on the bed until finally he collapses. His hands let go and drag down Connor's side, before they flop on the bed. Everything from about the nipples down is just molten feeling. Sean lies there and lazily opens his eyes, giving Connor a very sincere and very sleepy smile.]

Aw bless you. You're amazing.

[That blissed out look on Sean's face is ridiculously sweet, and makes him look almost stoned with dilated eyes and sheen of sweat. Connor slides off of him to settle against his side, leaning over him and sucking what he'd managed to catch off his fingers.]

Gonna fall asleep now?

[It's meant as a gentle tease; he knows not everyone is built with his frankly annoying amount of stamina.

Connor bows to steal another slow, easy kiss, cooling down and letting himself rest. His legs curl up in front of him, one knee resting propped against Sean's side. Like this, he looks much less like one of the DPD's golden boys and more along the lines of a club twink with permanent "hasn't slept in a week" bags under his eyes.]

[Sean laughs a little and stays sprawled in this very, very nice bed. He also enjoys the show Connor puts on, and he feels very, very fortunate that he not only found the one sympathetic cop in this city, but also the sluttiest one too.]

I could go for a nap, but then I'd miss out on you. And you know, I can sleep later. Always time for that another day.

[Once Connor's got himself settled, Sean ends up reaching a hand out, just resting his knuckles against Connor's chest. He enjoys casual contact after really good sex. And of course, he's more than happy to settle into the occasional kiss.]

Jesus, it's a wonder you haven't been snapped up by someone. You're the whole package.

[Then again, he is a cop, and Sean's willing to bet that long hours aren't quite so appealing to people once they realize the job will always be more important than them. He idly rubs his knuckles on Connor's chest. Too bad. Connor seems really nice. He probably deserves a guy who'd treat him well.

A guy who isn't Sean. Somebody with citizenship, and who doesn't get paid under the table to look like a bastard sometimes, and act like one now and then too. But hey, Sean will be more than happy to swing by and fill Connor's bed now and then, so long as he resists the urge to go poking into Sean's work life.]

[Connor's fingertips trail up and down the inside of Sean's wrist as those knuckles come to rest on his chest.]

You take a nap, I'll have a shower. Maybe in the morning we can go for round two.

[He bows to press into a last kiss before crawling back out of bed, stretching out and straightening himself up a little bit before opening the door, only to be greeted by his dog sitting in the middle of the hall looking up at him dolefully, as if accusing him of leaving him alone too long. It gets Musubi scratched around the neck before he goes to wash up, and after a moment, there's a quiet "get 'im!" and suddenly there's a large amount of white fluff taking up the majority of Sean's space.

It'll be a little while before Connor comes back in to join them, drying off and crawling back into bed to lay there on his stomach, arms tucked up under his head with his elbow gently nudging Sean's shoulder.]

Hey. You gonna need a ride home tomorrow?

Oh that sounds just fine to me.

[Sean settles back and relaxes in the bed as Connor heads off. Fantastic. Not only did he get laid, but now he's getting to relax in a very, very comfortable bed. Could it get any better?

... what's that sound- OH GOD! Sean's world is suddenly full of dog and mostly dog hair. He sputters and laughs, and ends up making room for the dog, which isn't actually that much of a bother, because he's a friendly fellow.

By the time Connor's back, Sean and Musubi have settled in nicely, Sean idly scratching Musubi's chin and head now and then. And soon as Connor settles by him, Sean rolls over slightly so he can sling an arm around Connor's stomach.]

Nah, don't worry about me. I saw a bus stop about a block down when we were driving up, and I've got one of those handy passes that gives you all the rides your heart can desire.

[He gestures vaguely to his wallet, tucked in his pants on the floor, which are still crumpled down there with his shirt. Sean's clearly not too worried about looking rumbled tomorrow when he does his Ride of Triumphant back to his apartment.]

I still can't get over how cheap the fares are here. New York had a better system, but I couldn't pay less than fifty bucks to ride anywhere I wanted all month long. You know what they charge? A hundred and twenty dollars if you want the monthly pass. It's a crime. Here I am, staying off the road, doing my civic duty of not risking the lives of innocent people with my absolutely terrible driving, and the City of New York was asking me to pay a hundred and twenty dollars. Detroit's still charging me but at least I'm getting nearly three passes in Detroit for the price of one in NYC.

Trust me, I don't think I'd be able to afford to get by if I didn't have my little Toyota. Got it used like five years ago cheap as hell because overall it's cheaper than the public transit here or just about anywhere.

[Connor keeps his head down as Musubi wriggles around and ends up settling down at the head of the bed in the middle of some of the pillows that had been tossed up there. He sleeps up there fairly regularly, judging by the way Connor immediately adjusts to let him get comfortable.

Connor presses his cheek against his forearm as he watches Sean thoughtfully, his free arm tucked under the man's shoulder, his finger flicking lightly over the tip of Sean's nose.]

I'm just guessing you never got used to us driving on the wrong side of the road, huh?

[Sean snorts as his nose gets flicked, and grins at Connor. It's nice lying with someone playful.]

Never got used to driving on the right side of the road either. I did it a few times, enough to accept I was no good at it, and got used to walking placed or hitchhiking, or guilting my sister into giving me a ride up the road. Then I came over here, and well, why bother driving when I can just take a bus? Or, in a pinch, call a taxi.

Plus, there's something nice about the bus, you know? It's a longer ride, but you can just take a book with you, and you get to know the neighbourhood more. If all you ever do is drive around, you only ever go from point A to point B. You never end up checking out that weird little bakery tucked by the accounting place, or that bookstore that turns out to have a huge collection of old pulps for a buck a book.

[Sean's relaxed, and so he's happy to chatter on and chew of Connor's ear, so long as Connor doesn't seem to mind. He looks tired, and Sean hopes he isn't bothering him any. It's just nice getting to chat...]

[Connor smiles sleepily, lulled by the easygoing conversation.]

The job takes me all over the city. Sometimes I'll find a little cafe that ends up having the best sesame bagel or...an art shop that all it sells is local crafters' pieces. There's lots to see, whatever route you take. I just tend to learn the back ways around it all. Don't always have time to visit it before I have to go in again. But I remember it.

I remember a lot of things.

[A massive understatement; his memory for names, numbers, addresses, is unparalleled. There have been jokes about his brain being more along the lines of a computer, with how easily it can store that kind of information and how fast it can regurgitate it, right down to the cross streets. He licks across his lower lip at that thought, just keeping it to himself for now. Instead he looks back at Sean, tipping him a charming little wink.]

I bet I'll remember this for a long time.

[It's a sweet thought, and the delivery of it is absolutely second to none. Sean can't help but flush up a little, his already pink cheeks getting a darker red. It's a really nice thought, that he might be important enough to remember for more than a week or two.

But he doubts it. And that's fine. Sean's enjoying this for what it is - a nice dinner, good sex, great company, and a happy memory. Connor's a busy man. There's going to be a new case tomorrow, and he'll forget all about Sean.

Or, maybe not... maybe Sean shouldn't doubt him. He reaches up to run his thumb over Connor's chin, looking at how pretty and pink his mouth it, his lips a little shiny from how Connor's swiped his tongue over it. Sean presses down on that lower lip lightly, tracing the path the tongue took.]

Good. I'd like that. I can't say my memory's perfect, but I know you'll be sticking out in it. Or at the very least, you'll be on replay for the next month every time I put my hand on my cock.

[Connor's tongue darts out after his thumb, dragging over the tip of it before he briefly closes his lips around it. He leaves it at that though, just turning onto his side and fishing around for a blanket to drag over the two of them. It'd been a long day, and an exhausting, if fun night. He's surprised he didn't fall asleep sooner.]

Hit me up later, might get to make a new memory.

[It's easy to doze off like this, with a hot guy and his dog in his bed, casually tangled together and making everything warm and comfortable as the temperature dips with the fall weather. In the morning, he'd be up bright and early, rolling out of bed to silence the alarm on his phone, loathe to leave the warm covers but knowing he still has to work, no matter how tired he might be.]

[[you can probably skip it ahead a little to when Sean will be getting in trouble? So we can keep it all to one thread from here.]]

[Sean laughs a little, and considers it. Really, really considers is...

But by the time the morning comes, Sean's already gone, having snuck out. He leaves a note on the table.]

Sorry to head out early, but I remembered I had to get to work. I owe you some morning sex. Call me sometime you're free. 313-5555.

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[Connor's not free much, but to be fair, Sean isn't either. He keeps busy with his job, and he does his best not to think about it. Sometimes he texts Connor, or sends him a pic. Twice they meet up, and that's a lot of fun. But Connor's got his job and Sean has his, and mostly it's just casual flirtation via text, plus some exchanged animal pictures.

Things get a little heated at work. Marcone gets pissy about Canterino using the same docks he's shipping out of, and the next thing Sean knows, a full on war breaks out. Not much time for texting, or doing anything except keeping your head down and your mouth shut. He shows up where he's told to, does what he's told to, and looks the other way when some of Marcone's guys get dragged in for 'information'. He feels guilty afterwards, so he makes a stop by church and prays to God for understanding and hopefully forgiveness, the kind of stuff he knows he doesn't deserve.

He doesn't think about where those bodies go after the other guys are done with 'em. Probably the waterfront. Not that it matters to Sean though, since what are the chances somebody might tie him to that? He didn't lay a finger on them, or touch them at all. He just stood outside the door. And who could possibly know that one of them was the same guy trying to beat the piss out of Sean a few months ago?

Only someone with a very good memory.]

[In intervening months, Connor thinks off and on about those meetups. It's the first time he'd ever been picked up and fucked against the wall. That'd be in his spank bank for a long while, even without his prodigious memory.

As much as he enjoyed texting and flirting with Sean, he'd known it probably wasn't going to work out as anything beyond a casual fling. A shame, really; Sean liked his dog, didn't mind his clutter, was a really good lay and sweet to actually talk to. By now he'd learned more about the man's family back in Drinagh, and Connor had explained that he didn't actually have parents, so much as a small army of caretakers that might as well have been robots for all the warmth they provided. He hadn't actually met his brother until they were both well into adulthood.

And then, looking over the scene photos from the last body to have been hauled out of the drink, it sinks in for Connor that his lovely on-again-off-again is working for some bad people. And that he knew more than he'd ever wanted to let slip. In hindsight, it makes sense; initially Connor had assumed that his "moving things here to there" was more along the lines of an illegal transport job that would pay him under the table just because sometimes, that's the only work someone could find, especially in the less gentrified areas of the city. Now? It all kind of clicks into place. And he hates it.

But he has a job to do and liking someone doesn't make them less of a criminal.

When Connor knows where the next setup is going to be between Marcone's thugs trying to muscle Canterino off his turf for good, he ends up being there himself, not so much undercover as dressed down casually, loitering with his badge on his belt and gun holstered against his chest. All he has to do is wait for Sean to take up his station outside the warehouse offices, and he can slide in easy. Maybe put the guy off his game. Make a quiet arrest and bust the rest before anyone got hurt.

So after Sean's been standing outside for about five minutes Connor will come into view with his hands in his pockets, old leather jacket over the top of one of his less awful hawai'ian shirts.]

Hey, stranger.

[At least he's casual about it, though he knows Sean is a flight risk.]

[Sean's trying to stay alert in case Marcone's guys come out their way. Being out front sucks but somebody's got to keep a lookout, and if he's out here, then he's not in here, which means he doesn't have to be witness to anything fucked up. He's fighting the urge to text Connor, maybe see if somewhere across the city, he's also stuck killing time in a car or something.

So when Connor does appear, there's a moment where Sean just stares and blinks, because... wait. Is he imagining this? Or... did he summon Connor by thinking about him? What?

That looks like the real deal. What the hell is Connor doing out here?]

Connor? What?

[Sean steps away from the door, quickly crossing the distance between them.] Uh hey, hey, what... what brings you to the uh... neighborhood? I thought you were working tonight?

Sorry doll, I would've let you know I was coming, but...

[There had been a thought to text Sean before he appeared, but he didn't want to give him enough time to get his nerves up and flee before he could get within grabbing distance.

Connor saunters up, casual as can be, glancing around the area then nodding off around the nearest corner. Once there, he'd gesture to the wallet with his badge embedded in the leather, looking almost morose about what he's about to do as he picks a pair of handcuffs from the inside pocket of his jacket.]

Sean O'Malley, you're under arrest for aiding and abetting in the murder of Marco Cialdina. Anything you say can and will be used against you, so I'd advise you to keep it buttoned because I really don't want to make this any harder than it has to be.

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