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Oh, gonna make me show it off now?

[As if Connor needs to, Ethan's mouth pressing to the other's without hesitation. They're always like this, aren't they?

Now, in any case, he does start working on Connor's shirt, unbuttoning or reaching for a hem as he goes.]

How should I apologise this time, I wonder?

[He's pleased when he feels the buttons on his shirt coming loose- he missed this just as much as Ethan did, him and the comforting presence he has about him. As if to prove his earlier point, he stands up suddenly with his hands underneath Ethan to keep him steady, and promptly starts to carry him off to his bedroom. He's so laughably light to an Emerald gembonded.]

We can figure that out when you're undressed.

[He needs to decide what he's in the mood for today.]

Ah--

[His unbuttoning is interrupted by Connor lifting him up, and he barely even has to adjust to rest neatly in his grasp. He'll take laughably light, truthfully, and he exhales a little laugh in response to the words.]

You're only worried about undressing me? Now I'm concerned you might get a little overzealous.

[He's absolutely not concerned (as if they haven't gone way too hard on the past and he still enjoyed it), and his fingers still toy with Connor's shirt as he's carried. Other than shifting his legs to fit through the door, there's no difficulty there either.]

I'm worried about enjoying you without these in the way.

[He sets Ethan on the bed and plucks at his shirt to illustrate his point. He's quick to shed his own shirt and dump it over the side of the bed, before settling between his legs and smoothing his hands up Ethan's stomach and chest.]

You look better naked, after all.

[He could so easily rip through these clothes, but he restrains himself. If he gave into that desire every time, they'd be spending a fortune on clothing. Instead he sits back and lets his hands wander to Ethan's zipper.]

Take your shirt off.

[Connor can handle the pants.]

You could find some way to use them to your advantage, I think. Some people even like the thrill of having a clothed partner.

[He's only half being difficult, inhaling a sharp breath as Connor's hands slide up over his skin. It's still strange, hearing that someone would rather have him naked, but... well, one day he'll have confidence. Maybe.]

I'm pretty sure you're the more attractive one when naked, you know.

[He's not complaining. Nor is he hesitating, shifting his hips as Connor's hands wander to his zipper. It feels a little enticing, thinking how long Connor might have been holding this back...

Ah, but he's supposed to be taking his shirt off. Deft fingers curl around the hem of it thus, pulling it up over his head. His skin, after this long spent to himself, is almost completely unmarked; just the typical mystery bruises he always has darkening pale skin.

He even stretches himself out a little when he's done, exhaling a contented sigh.]

Good enough?

I might explore that one day, but not right now.

[Ethan will always be here to experiment with, or so he hopes. For now, he wants him unclothed. He's busy pulling his pants and underwear down his hips when Ethan stretches out, but he does rake his gaze over him appreciatively as he works.]

Much better.

[Leaning back to get the last of Ethan's clothes off from around his ankles, he tosses them aside with his shirt before climbing over him properly, kissing at his neck and running his hand along his side. His own pants are still on, but he ignores them for now.]

I guess I'll have to imagine it until then.

[Honestly, there's a level of comfort he has with Connor in these situations he's not sure he'll ever have with others. He can be a little bit of a gremlin, but this feels... natural, almost.]

I'm glad, then.

[Ethan's quick to lift his head when Connor's lips press along his neck, sliding his arms around the taller man's shoulders. It's all slow and easy, and Ethan lets himself relax into just feeling over Connor's form. Some days, it feels like he might have forgotten it altogether, but being here again, he can still follow every curve and shift of perfectly sculpted muscle, familiar and soft under cool fingertips.

Honestly, he could just get lost in the way Connor feels for hours, sex or not.]

[For as perfect as Connor's memory is, he always prefers to be actually holding Ethan than to be simply recalling it. So he appreciates every dip and curve his fingers brush against, every sound Ethan might make as he presses soft kisses to his jaw. Of course his body is far more impatient, and he finds himself trying not to rock against him incase the rough feeling of his jeans is uncomfortable on his bare skin.

Instead he keeps his weight settled, but Ethan will likely feel the eventual press of his cock through his jeans. He can never help it, half of what turns him on is just the anticipation, and he doesn't always need to be touched to be ready.]

So, how would you like to apologise..?

[Connor can work with anything, as long as it's with Ethan.]

[Ethan would laugh if he knew, as he usually would - Connor's one of the most knowledgeable about his particular enjoyment of roughness, and jeans aren't off the list of potential nice feelings, honestly. As such, though, he just runs his fingers through the android's hair as kisses draw along his jaw, a soft sigh escaping his lips.]

Mmn... not a single wish for me? Maybe... you could wear me out a little. Make up for all the times I've left you recently when you might have liked my company.

[Leaning up, he presses his lips to Connor's jaw briefly, completely unbothered by his own nudity at this point.]

I might be getting ahead of myself, but I think I've gotten pretty good at holding back, at least for you. And you can have me however you like, as long as you're over me.

[It'd be a shame, ruining the half-joke they'd laid out up til now.]

[Connor just worries too much about sensations like that, because he doesn't have any idea how pleasant or unpleasant they may be.]

Well, if the only requirement is that I'm over you... I can work with that.

[He nips at his skin before moving to relieve himself of his clothing, too. It gets uncomfortable, having his cock held back the way jeans do. Not painful, Connor can't experience that- but it's certainly frustrating and he'd rather be able to press his skin to Ethan's anyway.

With his clothes out of the way he rocks up against him, looking to start slow.]

Especially if I can have you however I like...

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