[ there's something wildly delightful about watching his cock disappear inside the hot, wet sheath of his mouth, the way connor looks at him like he can't wait to devour him whole. he had to be persuaded for this, but right now, he ultimately regrets none of it, thriving on just how good connor feels, how it's like he was made of his cock.
he spares a glance at their silent pagers and wills them to be silent throughout their stolen moments together, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, to ruffle his hair before he starts fucking him in earnest. no more teasing, no more testing, he's pulling his large cock out and pushing in deeply, long thrusts made just for connor's depraved enjoyment.
the wet, slippery slick of cock and tongue and the gasp hank spares is magnificent, going balls deep until his coarse pubes press against his younger lover before he pulls out. he goes firm but gentle, watching him, observing -- hank might love fucking that beautiful face, but he doesn't want him to get hurt. ]
( the first thrust into his mouth doesn't catch connor by surprise – hank is taking it slow, he can tell that, building him up – but he still struggles. hank is big, likely the biggest connor has had before, and it's hard to take him into his mouth completely. when hank's cock hits the back of his throat for the first time connor chokes, gags a little, a harsh noise coming from him as he tries to breathe through it.
but he doesn't ask hank to stop. he grips his thighs tight, fingers digging in at the back of his legs, but he doesn't tap out. he just pushes his head further forward. once hank builds up a slow rhythm connor goes with it, timing his breathing through his nose with the movements and bobbing his head on hank's outstrokes.
connor is still watching hank, but that's hard when his nose is pressed up against hank's pubes. he breathes out slowly, he won't show any discomfort now, or all the time spent convincing hank will be for nothing. instead he just swallows around hank's cock, tongue rolling slightly with the motion, eyes fluttering closed as he moans low in his throat. )
[ he's not about to make connor choke on him at first go and ruin the mood -- hell, it had taken hank so long to actually agree to this that he wants to make it last. he's big, and he's pretty sure he's bigger than anything connor's ever taken before, from the look on his face right now. it's hard not to feel smug, so he does, helping to cup the back of his head to support him, to lavish affection on him the best way he knows how.
he stills when connor gags and chokes, and once it looks like his pretty, pretty twink of a lover can handle his cock like a champ, hank goes faster, longer thrusts and deeper movements, a little harder now as his heavy balls slap against his chin, groaning softly at his talented tongue, the flutter of lovely eyelashes. it's obscene, how beautiful connor is when taking cock, but that's the allure, isn't it? dr connor, so put together outside of this room and look at him here, now. ]
's good, very good, Connor -- look at you, taking my dick so prettily...
( 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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he spares a glance at their silent pagers and wills them to be silent throughout their stolen moments together, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, to ruffle his hair before he starts fucking him in earnest. no more teasing, no more testing, he's pulling his large cock out and pushing in deeply, long thrusts made just for connor's depraved enjoyment.
the wet, slippery slick of cock and tongue and the gasp hank spares is magnificent, going balls deep until his coarse pubes press against his younger lover before he pulls out. he goes firm but gentle, watching him, observing -- hank might love fucking that beautiful face, but he doesn't want him to get hurt. ]
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but he doesn't ask hank to stop. he grips his thighs tight, fingers digging in at the back of his legs, but he doesn't tap out. he just pushes his head further forward. once hank builds up a slow rhythm connor goes with it, timing his breathing through his nose with the movements and bobbing his head on hank's outstrokes.
connor is still watching hank, but that's hard when his nose is pressed up against hank's pubes. he breathes out slowly, he won't show any discomfort now, or all the time spent convincing hank will be for nothing. instead he just swallows around hank's cock, tongue rolling slightly with the motion, eyes fluttering closed as he moans low in his throat. )
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he stills when connor gags and chokes, and once it looks like his pretty, pretty twink of a lover can handle his cock like a champ, hank goes faster, longer thrusts and deeper movements, a little harder now as his heavy balls slap against his chin, groaning softly at his talented tongue, the flutter of lovely eyelashes. it's obscene, how beautiful connor is when taking cock, but that's the allure, isn't it? dr connor, so put together outside of this room and look at him here, now. ]
's good, very good, Connor -- look at you, taking my dick so prettily...
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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. )