( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.
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( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
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[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.