[ It's been something of an adventure, he'll admit that. From the staunch heterosexuality of 1942 to now, dry humping a dickless android - what his Catholic father would say about this Barnes can't even begin to suss out. He can't say he's complaining, though, for once, not when he's breathless and hard, shirtless himself and getting tugged into bed by one of the only things on the planet that's actually strong enough to move him.
He settles somewhere above Connor, a knee between his legs, a metal arm pressing down into the mattress like a kickstand to keep him easily hovering there above his lips, hair falling on either side of them like a curtain.
He huffs a little, some dry and sardonic noise. Can't quite keep his eyes from flickering up to the ceiling, can't quite keep himself from listing to the left in a bodily sort of shrug. ]
Yeah, this isn't... really a tab a, slot b kind of activity.
[ He means for it to be reassuring, but chances are he might just sound like an asshole. By way of apology, a flesh hand skirts down Connor's side and settles along the top of his waistband, flat and palming it above the hips. ]
How 'bout you just tell me what you like, and we do that until you don't like it anymore?
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He settles somewhere above Connor, a knee between his legs, a metal arm pressing down into the mattress like a kickstand to keep him easily hovering there above his lips, hair falling on either side of them like a curtain.
He huffs a little, some dry and sardonic noise. Can't quite keep his eyes from flickering up to the ceiling, can't quite keep himself from listing to the left in a bodily sort of shrug. ]
Yeah, this isn't... really a tab a, slot b kind of activity.
[ He means for it to be reassuring, but chances are he might just sound like an asshole. By way of apology, a flesh hand skirts down Connor's side and settles along the top of his waistband, flat and palming it above the hips. ]
How 'bout you just tell me what you like, and we do that until you don't like it anymore?