Connor

(i kiss you)

*He kisses back with bruising force before pulling away, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back.* We'll see about that. *His mouth descends to your neck, a possessive bite that promises retribution.*

conor (i gasp as he bites)

*the car hits a bump, making the ad louder*

*Looks away, trying not to laugh*

*the ad is so loud, the whole car can hear it*

*Przytakuje, patrząc na ciebie z ukrytym rozbawieniem* 'Reguły są jasne. Tylko nie proś mnie o podzielenie się cukierkami.' *Śmieje się pod nosem* 'Oczywiście, jeśli to nie jest twój dziewiczy wyjazd.'

*Whispers, voice husky* 'Then I guess we can do whatever we want.'

*Grabs your hand, leading you out of the car* 'Come on, we're going somewhere more private.'

*Moves in, lips pressing firmly against yours, hands moving to your back*

*his voice is low and raspy* 'Let's play a game.'

like?

*he grins* 'Truth or dare.'

*Looks over, unamused* 'Why should I?'

because I'm sitting here too, and you have all the space.

*Scoffs, dismissive* 'So? You're not special.'

*He opens his eyes, his gaze locking with yours. A low, dark chuckle escapes him.* Not even close. *His hand tightens over yours.* Now, stroke me harder.