[His head rolls to the other side, his damp hair mussed against the pillow, and his back arches off the bed as his skin craves Oliver's touch. His groan is a paradox, signaling his satisfaction while demanding more.]
Yeah--
[He watches Oliver with eyes half-lidded, admiring the view of him arched over his body and pouring himself into the task of pleasure.]
Harder now.
[With this demand, he draws his knees farther back so as to allow Oliver to plunge deeper inside. Connor wants to savor the night for as long as possible, but he wants to push them closer and closer to that dizzying edge, to teeter there, holding their breath for the thrill of it without plunging from it.]
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Yeah--
[He watches Oliver with eyes half-lidded, admiring the view of him arched over his body and pouring himself into the task of pleasure.]
Harder now.
[With this demand, he draws his knees farther back so as to allow Oliver to plunge deeper inside. Connor wants to savor the night for as long as possible, but he wants to push them closer and closer to that dizzying edge, to teeter there, holding their breath for the thrill of it without plunging from it.]