[ 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 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. )