[It takes Connor a moment to comply, because he's preoccupied with the overwhelming thought that he wants Dirk to fuck him. Not right now, because he's not stupid and he's aware that neither one of them has any of the necessary shit to make that a reality, but it's happening. His fingertips ghost over the piercings and it's not the first time he's seen something like them, but he's never seen this many at once. Connor's tongue briefly follows the path of his fingers along the underside of Dirk's cock, desperate for the idea of him. He'll buy actual lipstick if it gets him what he wants, even if he's not super fond of wearing it. He likes the way it looks, sometimes, but not the way it seems to get everywhere.
One of Connor's hands is busy on Dirk's cock, gently stroking, and he can't undo the knot in the leather cord he uses to tie his hair back with one hand. That was, maybe, an oversight on his part. Something to take note of for the future, because this is happening again in the future even if he has to manipulate his way into it. What he can do, though, is tug on the whole thing until it comes loose and then haphazardly unbraid it.
The rhythm of his hand on Dirk's cock barely falters while he does this, even if his mouth doesn't move. It's mostly because while he's coordinated to do the sex equivalent of patting his head and rubbing his stomach, he's not coordinated enough to do that while on a unicycle, so to speak. Once his hair is loose, Connor pulls off for just long enough to say:]
Use me.
[That said, Connor takes Dirk back into his mouth and sinks forward enough for his lips to meet the circle of his fingers.]
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One of Connor's hands is busy on Dirk's cock, gently stroking, and he can't undo the knot in the leather cord he uses to tie his hair back with one hand. That was, maybe, an oversight on his part. Something to take note of for the future, because this is happening again in the future even if he has to manipulate his way into it. What he can do, though, is tug on the whole thing until it comes loose and then haphazardly unbraid it.
The rhythm of his hand on Dirk's cock barely falters while he does this, even if his mouth doesn't move. It's mostly because while he's coordinated to do the sex equivalent of patting his head and rubbing his stomach, he's not coordinated enough to do that while on a unicycle, so to speak. Once his hair is loose, Connor pulls off for just long enough to say:]
Use me.
[That said, Connor takes Dirk back into his mouth and sinks forward enough for his lips to meet the circle of his fingers.]