[Conner swallows both that moan and a collection of their saliva, panting softly when they finally break the kiss enough to breathe and talk. His tongue sweeps across his lips to clear a strand of spit spun between them, breath hiking slightly when a hand grabs him by the thigh.
He quirks a brow in surprise for a second, before a lopsided grin nudges through.]
Yeah. But I like forward.
[Patience isn't a favored thing for Conner, when he has the choice. And they're already naked and grinding. Who's he kidding?]
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He quirks a brow in surprise for a second, before a lopsided grin nudges through.]
Yeah. But I like forward.
[Patience isn't a favored thing for Conner, when he has the choice. And they're already naked and grinding. Who's he kidding?]