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« goodtimesgo » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Connor Murphy ✦ Dear Evan Hansen
RESIDENCE ✦ Jackdaw Ranch
GEMBOND ✦ Sapphire
Dear Evan Hansen, we've been way too out of touch.
Things have been crazy and it sucks that we don't talk that much.

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[chumpelstiltskin]

[For whatever reason, Connor's hand on his dick is as comforting as it is arousing. Dave hardens under his touch, but he also allows himself to stop overthinking it. Connor is here. He loves him. They're horny.

He reaches out, sliding his hand into Connor's hair so he can cup his face and stroke his cheek with his thumb. He leans in, but considers the question.]

I'm pretty sure I just inelegantly jack-hammer her and she's into it. [Blandly, but he reaches in to catch Connor's lips to kiss him softly.

His other hand circles around him, resting on his lower back.]

Are you into it?

[He says, in a voice that is soft and romantic and not appropriate for a dumbass question.]

[yourattention]

If it's you.

[Unclear if he'd enjoy that from, like, just anyone? But if it's Dave, like, he lets Dave inelegantly jackhammer him all the time and he's into it. Why would this be any different?]

Should I text you the next time I'm a mer? I bite less than when I'm a selkie.

[He punctuates the statement with a tiny bite to Dave's jaw, still slowly jerking Dave off. His touch is light enough that it's mostly a tease. Here, in the water, it's easy to see why Connor sometimes loses whole days to being underwater. Nothing really seems to matter except the two of them, and the problems up on the surface seems distant, almost like a dream.

Connor hooks his leg around Dave's, bringing their bodies closer together, and tips himself backward so they're lying down. Or, well. Floating in a horizontal position.]

[chumpelstiltskin]

You should text me the next time you're anything.

[Dave says, in that soft, enraptured voice Connor earns whenever he's touching his dick or biting his jaw or both. It certainly makes it easier to tip Dave onto him and he moves with it as elegantly as he can because he doesn't want to ruin the moment.

Once he's over the top of him, he moves in to catch his lips again for a sweet, soft kiss that quickly deepens as he starts to press his tongue into Connor's mouth. His hips shift against the hand in his pants, he's hard and it's pretty easy to lose himself in the kiss. His hands start to run up Connor's chest and then back down to palm at his crotch until he has a thought and pauses.]

How do I prep you? --Man, sorry. I thought this was gonna be really hot and I'm making it a tutorial.

[yourattention]

Oh, uh.

[He absently reaches out and presents a bottle of lube. It is a bottle of silicon-based lube he clearly bought instead of the aloe vera blend that he keeps in the house in his mason jars. Some people stash lube between their couch cushions; Connor keeps lube in the pool. Not that Dave's paying attention, but there's also a spot at the bottom of the pool where you can mount a dildo.

Both of those things are actually for monster week, when he spends a considerable amount of his time horny and in the pool between tasks around the farm, but Connor's not about to say that.]

Same as usual, but like... lube goes in me, not on you.

[This is not actually a tutorial, so Connor's not going to tell Dave why that is. He assumes it self-explanatory: the lube will stay in him, but not so much if Dave tries to put it on his dick.]