( connor doesn't move when hank removes his pants – really doesn't move, body perfectly still save for the slight bounce of his cock as hank frees it from the material of his briefs. he's quiet too, for once, just watching the man's reactions carefully. he's taking everything in, the way hank's eyes linger, the way his adam's apple bobs when he swallows, the way a muscle in his neck twitches slightly.
he watches it all. and he wants more. )
Not exactly an eloquent reaction.
( connor quips, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. when he finally moves, it's just to tuck his fingers into the waistband of hank's pants. connor is practically naked now, only a few articles of clothing left hanging, and all hank has removed is a shirt. it seems a little unfair.
he drops one hand, pressing firmly against hank's crotch through the material of his trousers. and then he rubs slowly, feeling the reaction of hank's cock stirring underneath his palm. he presses a little firmer, pace still slow and languid but with a slowly increasing pressure. )
no subject
he watches it all. and he wants more. )
Not exactly an eloquent reaction.
( connor quips, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. when he finally moves, it's just to tuck his fingers into the waistband of hank's pants. connor is practically naked now, only a few articles of clothing left hanging, and all hank has removed is a shirt. it seems a little unfair.
he drops one hand, pressing firmly against hank's crotch through the material of his trousers. and then he rubs slowly, feeling the reaction of hank's cock stirring underneath his palm. he presses a little firmer, pace still slow and languid but with a slowly increasing pressure. )
I think you're overdressed.