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[It's a real nice place that Connor's living at. It feels huge to Sean, who's mostly used to renting apartments that barely meet Detroit's housing standards (and sometimes don't, but hey, when the rent's cheap, you keep your mouth shut). The balcony has what looks like a gorgeous view, but his eyes are entirely on the big fluffy fellow sniffing at Sean's shoes. He toes them off and crouches down, offering the back of his hand for Musubi to get a good sniff of. The dog looks friendly, but Sean's still not going to ruin a hook-up by getting overeager, and getting bit by a dog. Nothing sours the mood so much as stitches in Emergency.

Hello there! Oh you're even fluffier in person! Just look at you!

[Once he's sure his hands won't be unwelcome, Sean eagerly sets both hands on Musubi's fluffy body and gives him a few good ruffle pats.]

Oh look at you! Look at you! Aw bless, what a lovely fluffy boy you are! Aren't you just the smiliest boy! What a fluffy boy! What a good fluffy boy!

[Sean temporarily loses himself in patting and fluffing Musubi up, before finally backing off. Well, no matter what happens, he got to meet and pet a friendly dog, and honestly, what day isn't a good day after that? He finally straightens back up, giving Connor a broad grin.]

He's a lovely dog.

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[Watching Sean interacting with his dog is incredibly cute, and for a moment Connor is terribly taken, one hand under his arm with the opposite hand against his face, the corner of his nail between his teeth. He waits until Musubi trots off on his own before finally sliding a hand back around Sean's back and turning to face him.]

Now that you're dog-approved I think I can show you around.

[His lip comes in between his teeth briefly as he hovers a few inches away, head bowed.

This is the kitchen, living room's behind me. TV stays on so Musubi doesn't start howling out of boredom. Bedroom's just off the hall there. [He nods his head toward the tiny corridor that barely counts as a hallway, with the closed bathroom door across from it. He backs up without letting his hands fall away, silently encouraging Sean to follow him.]

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[The moment Connor's hand rests on Sean's back again, it's about all he can think of. Well, that, and what's coming next. Fuck he's cute. The way his teeth pull a little at his lower lip just gets Sean to hone right in on it. He wants nothing more than to touch Connor - and to be touched back.]

It's a lovely place, perfect for you and the dog. Though we should let him watch his shows in peace, don't want to interrupt him any.

[Sean eagerly follows, very receptive to everything Connor's body language is saying. He's happy to just step into Connor's space as they make their way down that short hall, and into the bedroom. Soon as they're inside, Sean lets himself be bold, just ducking in for a kiss, and finally getting to taste those beautiful lips.]

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[The kiss is returned smoothly, even eagerly as Connor leans against the door to close it; the last thing they want is cold dog nose against a bare leg and big, curious eyes peeking over the edge of his bed. Which is on the bigger side, with pillows strewn across it haphazardly, unmade but not in terrible disarray. He breathes a soft laugh against Sean's lips when they part, backing off just enough to open the top buttons of his shirt and leave the rest for the other to attend.]

Got a preference? [He has to ask, because if it's left up to him, he'd end up flipflopping and eventually just licking everything he'd be allowed.]

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[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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[Connor's not ripped, but he's very lean, just a little bit soft around the edges, with the freckles that pepper his face creeping down along his neck, shoulders and chest, one or two larger spots further down on his stomach. There are a few scars, mostly innocuous, one bullet wound up high on his left bicep, a strange circular scar just below his ribcage, over his solar plexus.

He groans quietly, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the touch and tug at his belt.]

You don't have to- [But there he goes anyway, and now Connor's seated at the foot of his bed, knees parted to accommodate the body between them. He leans back on one hand while the other cards through Sean's hair, holding it back away from his brow.] I get the feeling you weren't exactly honest about why they had it out for you.

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[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.]

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[Connor sucks in a long breath as attention is paid to both his freckles and scars, a rash of goosebumps running up his arms at the sensation of Sean's tongue higher up on his stomach. He sighs quietly as his head falls to rest against his shoulder, eyes still trained on Sean's face, though they flick to the other's hands as one wraps around him through his shorts.]

The biggest reactions usually do come from the stupidest shit. [That much, he can agree on. He'll just hope that the degree of stupid they're talking about is really just that, and that he won't be fishing Sean's corpse out of the river. But he'd rather focus on this, and the gentle ministrations that have him hard enough that the texture of his underthings is a little annoying against the head of his cock. He'll just lean back a little further and support himself on both hands, giving Sean room to work.

When it comes out, the most obvious things Sean would see are that Connor's cut, and there's another one of those freckles near the base, hair dark but neat, shaft curving subtly. In short, it's rather picturesque, as far as dicks go.]

It's been a while. You might not be down there long.

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[Sean will never stop being amused by how many American men are circumcised. Absolutely nothing bad about it of course, just the style over here. It's a nice cock though, absolutely lovely. You could put this on your wall. Just put a little frame around and one of those artist cards, y'know. Title: beautiful, beautiful cock. Artist: Connor. Medium: dick.]

Oh that's fine. You go ahead and come when you're ready. I'll be down here as long or as little as you need me. And don't worry about me. I don't mind things getting a little rough, if that's how you like it.

[He moves a little more of his underwear out of the way to get a good unobstructed view of that cock. Sean starts off by pressing his lips against the head of Connor's cock, treating him to a sort of kiss, the kind with tongue. And while his hand wraps around the base of him, Sean parts his lips and slides Connor's head inside of them, giving him a suck. He's got a nice taste to him too, musky and a little sweaty, but still pleasant. Sean can tell how tidy Connor is. Even if he just got off a long shift, he must have had a nice long shower this morning.

The hand on the base of Connor's cock gives him a squeeze, and a few gentle pumps. If it's been a while for him, then Sean won't try to overstimulate him. It's always tempting to push someone to come quickly as they can, but Sean wants to enjoy this. He spreads his own legs a little, his cock pressing against the fly of his jeans. He's already getting hard, just from touching Connor.

While Sean slowly starts to sink his mouth down further on Connor's cock, his free hand reaches up to settle on Connor's thigh, giving it a rub as Sean does his best to make Detroit's Finest forget about everything - the bodies, the crime, the paperwork, everything.]

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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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[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.]

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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.]

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[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.

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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.]

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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?

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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.