like a shadow on the wall | Connor

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor frowned. "Huh." He mumbled in response. He couldn't admit to his fear of showing love, of being vulnerable in that way. Everything running through his veins just wouldn't allow it right now. He set Eve on the floor, not really wanting to deal with this again, argue. But with his mind twisted from them testing on him, he did something he rarely would. He tilted his head and kissed Quinn deeply, turning in his lap to pin him to the bed.

Perhaps it was a dangerous move, with how dominant Quinn was, how weak Connor still was as well. But that flash of dominance was brought on by the lingering edge of pride, and he stared at Quinn with almost cold blue eyes, challenging.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn already knows about the fear. They've argued this one over and over again; and it simply did not need to be spoken, those fears. And Quinn didn't want to argue it, he was just saying what he wanted, and that was all it had to be for. He wasn't going to think things would just change in a moment. Yet Quinn still was going by what he said, he had every intention of doing all that he could to keep Connor as his. Still, Quinn had seen the frown, heard the mumble. It didn't change anything, did not phaze him. At least it wasn't an arguement, so there was that.

Of course Quinn certainly hadn't expected what was going to happen. He watched Connor put Eve on the floor, just watching the puppy sniff around or whatever before looking back at the winged male. Surprise was etched in every feature as Connor kissed him, and Quinn went with the kiss as it happened. But then there was initial shock at having been pinned to the bed by the male, and Quinn's pupils dialated. It was instant, that tensing up, the urge to change this around; and yet Quinn didn't move. He simply stared right back up at Connor and those challenging eyes, tilting his head and waiting to see what the male might do next.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor ran his hands along Quinn's chest slowly, leaning down to kiss him again as he straddled him on the bed. Teeth tugged at Quinn's lower lip and he growled almost dangerously, wings spreading wide. His eyes continued to glitter with that challenge, nearly inhuman.
And then hands reached to trying and pin Quinn's wrists, Connor's eyes narrowing.
Sure, occasionally Connor could show some dominance, but not to the extent of this.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn could feel his heartbeat thrum within his chest as Connor's hands ran along it, and when the male leaned down to kiss him again, Quinn met with that without hesitation. There was still shock running through his system at what was happening, the fact that Connor was straddling him. That thought had never actually occurred to Quinn. Yet here it was anyway. He inhaled sharply at the feeling of the male's teeth tugging at his lower lip, and it was the growl and wingspread that had chills running down his spine. Of course stared right back into those challenging eyes. He couldn't look away.

He barely realized that his wrists were being pinned, but when he did, he didn't struggle to remove that grip, no. Instead, his hips shifted upwards; back arching to get closer. Do. Want. The words weren't spoken, nothing was. Quinn wasn't yet willing to let words get in the way right now. He had no idea where this was going to go; though he had some interesting ideas. Quinn wasn't even sure where he'd draw the line, at which point he would snap and take back control. Yet there was something so deliciously appealing about what Connor was doing right now. The fact that Quinn would never have imagined such a thing happening.

[connor crayze sykes]

Once upon a time, Connor had been very dominant with those he was with. But that was before the beatings and rape had become near deadly and he grew afraid. Before he got so fragile from starving. Perhaps he could work up to that dominance again, especially with the right drugs. But not like this so quick. He was barely in his right mind. Pride. That was a problem. The lingering shame of this man below him having been one to force sex upon him at one point. No. He wouldn't live to that thought. Quinn needed to learn.
Fingers tore at his shirt, trying to get it off as he pressed close. His fingers curled back around Tarquin's wrists again, tighter this time.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Once upon a time, Quinn could have very well ended up a much different kind of person sexually. Perhaps if choice in position hadn't been his, then maybe Quinn would have been submissive. It's funny, the little turning points that made a person who they were. But having gotten to take, to be the dominate one the first time he ever touched someone... that had started to mold Quinn into who he had become. It gave him a pretty big ego, so that part wouldn't be lost on him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Quinn knows why this is happening.

But Quinn isn't really thinking about that right now. There's something interesting and all too tempting about playing with this kind of fire. He wants to do it, wants to see what Connor will do, how far it might go until Quinn couldn't take it anymore. He doesn't know where the breaking point will be. He's never been able to stomach the passing thought of the winged male fumbling at him. But this isn't fumbling, is it? Quinn's shirt was off soon enough by the fingers tearing at it; feeling the way Connor presses close. Quinn can't help but undulate under the male; almost urging Connor on.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor wasn't lusting. No, he was trying to take back the shame of being forced into sex by returning it. Of course that drive to express his pride had him blind to other things. Quinn was stronger, could take control and punish him with ease, this could all turn around, and Connor could never actually force Quinn into sex.
He was being a fool in many ways, but still, nails dug against wrists then released as he moved for Quinn's jeans. Those were a bit more of a fumble with a half paralyzed hand, but he was soon tugging them lower, shoving Quinn onto his stomach and staddling him again.

[tarquin finley ellis]

He felt the nails digging at his wrists, but he liked it that way. Quinn has always been more inclined to rough play; certainly when it came to sex. Still, this was getting to a very dangerous point. In so, so many ways. But Quinn half wiggles from his pajama pants as they are tugged down, helping. At least until the point where he's shoved to his stomach and straddled again. It's then that his muscles bunch, that he's quickly coiling back around to face Connor with a dark look. He's swift to find and hold the male's wrists, staring up at Connor; his eyes almost unreadable and bottomless.

Quinn holds Connor there for a moment more, a need to display that he is not defenseless here. "You can't dominate me by using force, Connor." The words are low, but there isn't any anger to them; there's not much emotion at all in the voice. Quinn can't pretend that he doesn't like the rough way the male was handling him, but there is a line to be drawn, and Quinn needs to draw it here and now. He won't say it's not possible to dominate him, but merely that force isn't how to do it. His hands left Connor's wrists, settling on the male's hips, waiting to see what Connor does next.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor tensed when his wrists were grabbed, growing rigid, his face hardening. He just stared right on back in challenge as Quinn spoke, barely phased. "Y-you don't know that," He muttered, hands moving to Quinn's shoulders as his wrists were released. He leaned down to kiss along Quinn's jaw and shoulder, teeth nipping the skin before his kissed his throat. A dangerous, almost mad look glinted in Connor's eyes though. Maybe this place really was driving him insane. Too many conflicting emotions.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was keeping himself well collected in the situation. He wasn't used to being careful when someone else was trying to rough him up; he usually played back just as rough. This was different though, this was Connor doing this and if Quinn did go after the male in the same way, it would be very bad for the more fragile creature. And yet Quinn was still enjoying the attempt Connor was making. He never would have guessed the male would go this far, though Quinn supposed it did make sense with all that was happening with the new tweaks to everyone's systems.

He just gave a calm little smile to Connor's words. He knew it very well, actually. Sure, there had been a time when that wouldn't have been such a problem; when Quinn had been younger and smaller. But not now, not with all the training he's had. Sheer height alone could be daunting to some, even. Quinn accepted the kisses and nips along his jaw and shoulder, quite fine with all of that. "You're really fucking beautiful with your wings spread out like that..." It was a sight that had at first left him a bit breathless, to be honest.

[connor crayze sykes]

"Mm." Connor smirked in response to him, reaching to unlace the shirt and work it off slowly, then his jeans. He was bruised, and of course as scarred as ever. But that usual shame at those marks again did not exist. Only that determined glint, that air of pride.
He traced a finger over Quinn's chest down to his stomach and paused, grabbing the other male's legs and pulling them over his shoulders, eyes narrowing as he pressed Quinn's knees to his chest when he leaned down the bite at his throat.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn was faintly amused at the expression Connor got, but the male deserved that moment. It was just really odd watching the changes like this in someone who had always seemed to be so submissive. Strange, but in a few different ways, Quinn liked it anyway. It was very dangerous though. The whole experiement was. But at this time, Quinn was far too distracted to think about his own aching stomach. He doubted he would even be able to be distracted once they finished the dosing. So for now, he is glad to be able to push it back in his mind with the right stimulant.

So he watches with interest as Connor took off his own clothes, Quinn's hands running over the bared skin, pleased that the male wasn't trying to hide, didn't feel ashamed to be this way. At least for now, but Quinn would take it. Of course when his legs were grabbed and pulled over Connor's shoulders, Quinn's eyebrows furrowed. The male really was being persistant with this, wasn't he? But Quinn still couldn't allow it. He let the bite land on his throat, but that was as far as he could take it. His legs moved down, pressing Connor's arms to the male's sides before simply settling -- allowing Connor's arms to be freed as well -- over the male's hips in a near vice-like grip. "I can't just give you that, Angel. You can't even love me." His voice is grave, but he's not budging on the subject. Connor couldn't have it that way.

[connor crayze sykes]

Blue eyes flashed in agitation, blind to his weakness compared to Quinn. His hips were held tight by the other male's legs, and he thrusted down harshly. Deep down something had cracked. Something screamed he couldn't be proved weak, urged him to wrap hands around this male's throat. Yet he did not have the full effect of that pride yet, and faltered, just staring instead. He drew in a slow breath, eyes wandering across Quinn's face in the briefest moment of confusion when he realized what he was doing. Still, he barely reacted.

[tarquin finley ellis]

Quinn felt the slip of Connor's hips, but it was minimal. He certainly could have put full pressure on the male, because Quinn was worried to break Connor's hips. Even now when he knows that the male doesn't want to give up what he's doing, Quinn doesn't want to crush the flush of ego Connor has just gotten. Yet Quinn still can't stomach the male doing that to him. Of course he was surprised again to feel Connor's hands around his throat, and he stared up at the male with a stready, unconcerned sort of gaze. Quinn wasn't going to just give that like this, either, though.

But Connor wasn't yet squeezing, and Quinn reached up to carefully pry at the fingers around his throat. "Do you hate me that much?" His voice was soft, and Quinn looked uneasy. Not because there was a attempted brush by death, but simply because Connor wanted to do it. "I'm willing to do so much for you, even now and knowing you'll never really care. Still you wrap your hands around my throat." His words are hollow, just staring up at Connor, holding the male in place with his legs. This was a turning point of some sort, and even Quinn knew it. This couldn't end well.

[connor crayze sykes]

Eyebrows furrowed further, and gradually Connor pulled his hands away. Lips curled in agitation and he tried prying himself away from the other male, curling up and letting wings drape over himself. For now he had shake the effects of the injection, could only hope it lasted long enough. Either way it was enough to be maddening. He reached to scoop the puppy off the floor. "I-..I'm s-sorry Quinn..these injections are fucking wi-ith me.."