( it's messy. it's messy and that's kind of the point, there's saliva leaking out of the corners of connor's mouth, running down his cheeks and just adding to the visual of connor's perfect exterior slowly being taken apart. he can't wipe it away, arms trapped by hank's legs.
his cheeks are covered, but he doesn't stop, doesn't ask hank to stop. he just tightens his lips around hank's cock, waits for the pull out of a thrust to drag his tongue quickly against the slit before hank thrusts back into his mouth. he can't reach his face but he can reach his own cock though.
connor quickly palms himself through his scrub pants, rubbing slow and gentle as hank thrusts into his mouth. he moans again, louder this time even as it's muffled by his full mouth. he pushes his head further down hank's cock, trying to take more, faster, harder. )
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his cheeks are covered, but he doesn't stop, doesn't ask hank to stop. he just tightens his lips around hank's cock, waits for the pull out of a thrust to drag his tongue quickly against the slit before hank thrusts back into his mouth. he can't reach his face but he can reach his own cock though.
connor quickly palms himself through his scrub pants, rubbing slow and gentle as hank thrusts into his mouth. he moans again, louder this time even as it's muffled by his full mouth. he pushes his head further down hank's cock, trying to take more, faster, harder. )