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connor is half-expecting the teasing in that moment. he knows how he sounds and he knows due to how he is that in any other scenario he’d undoubtedly be teased for it. though, this situation doesn’t call for it, it seems. the weight of it all takes over -- this isn’t just some regular romp. this was basically their relationship being rekindled.
no, that’s not right. their relationship being rekindled was them randomly seeing each other again. the late night text messages that started off awkward at first but then fell right back into the patterns they’d used to use. the side long glances and their hands bumping against each other because they were standing too close for people who just wanted to stay friends.
the fear that they were about to lose each other and they’d be too late to do anything about what they had between them.
this was just the culmination of everything they’d missed. this was setting the wrong things right again.
each kiss shared between them served to calm his nerves. despite how resolute in this feeling he’d been, he still was so inexperienced in sex that it was hard not to feel a little nervous. hell -- how anxious he was just to simply be with brandon like this again was making his heart race. though each little exchange of lips put him at ease, his whole body relaxing against the other’s frame as he felt that first finger push inside of him.
a small gasp rang out and his fingers gripped the other’s shoulders just a bit tighter than he might have intended to. he luckily doesn’t have super strength or anything of the sort, so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. his body trembles ever so slightly, but the soothing motion at his back calms him down once again. he leans his head up against brandon’s, sighing softly as he does so, taking the moment to just revel in the feeling while his body adjusts.
❝ y-you can keep going. ❞ he murmurs quietly. ❝ i’m fine. ❞



















