Connor's answer takes Lee's breath away, and he's tempted to say something about, to tell Connor that he hopes, much more desperately than he should, that Connor's not lying.
He doesn't. Instead he clenches down around Connor again, shifting his hips just a little, giving Connor a taste. "Beg me to let you come," he says, voice a low whisper. "Make it good."
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Date: 2015-11-18 05:39 pm (UTC)From:He doesn't. Instead he clenches down around Connor again, shifting his hips just a little, giving Connor a taste. "Beg me to let you come," he says, voice a low whisper. "Make it good."