God, it's the million dollar question, and Lee moans at the possibilities. He wants to take Connor on a vacation somewhere, a cabana on a beach, and just spend days fucking him and sucking him and doing everything he's ever wanted to do with a gorgeous man like him. He rolls his eyes up to Connor's face, and he wishes he could convey some of what he's thinking without words, but they're way too new for that.

Connor has this look in his eyes, though, and Lee decides if he can't have his beach, he's going to take the next best thing. He takes Connor deep, then slides back, careful when he pulls off to not let Connor's cock just spring out of his mouth. He has to let go of Connor completely, just for a moment, so he can pull his shirt off, baring his chest.

"Come on me," he says, his voice husky and a little rough from having Connor's cock in his throat. He reaches out and takes Connor in hand, stroking him fluidly. "I'm going to suck you again," he tells Connor, looking up to his face again. "And when you're ready, just pull out and come on me."

He doesn't wait for Connor to answer him, just pushes back up and takes Connor's dick between his lips again, sucking him down, taking him all the way with each pass now. The burn of Connor's cock at the back of his throat brings tears to his eyes, and he's so turned on he feels like he could spontaneously combust. It's the best he's felt in years.