What i'm going with: PRAISE KINK, DIRTY TALK, DEGRADING (i know that it doesn't work too much with the praise kink but i swear i'll make it work),  DADDY KINK (you know i had to include it no matter what), GRINDING, "HAVING TO ASK FOR IT."

(i head cannon evan to have a small stuttering problem)

Connor and Evan sat for a moment, Connor unsure of what to do with the new found information on Evan. Evan was a blushing mess, hiding his face in the palms of his hands, which were covered by his overly sized onesie.

"So, .. That's six." Connor finally spoke. Evan nodded shyly, embarrassed as HECK. "And you're sure that's i-" "and biting-.." Evan blushed more after the last one. "Wow."

"Hey, don't try to- to take t-the high road on this. Y-You had ELEVEN!" Connor shushed Evan. "W-Why are we even talking about this st-stuff anyways??" "Maybe because i wanted to try some out?"

"What?"

"Did i fucking stutter?"

Connor looked away from the TV that was currently just fuzz and turned to Evan. Evan, from what he could see in the dim lighting of the room, was blushing hard, (heehehehe that's what she said) and Connor couldn't help but feel a smirk tug at his lips. He leaned in towards his boyfriend, hoping the bed wouldn't make any noise (given it was three in the morning and they were at Connor's house) as he kissed his boyfriend.

"Seriously?" Evan murmured once they had stopped kissing, "L-Like- uh- t-today, or-.." Connor rolled his eyes, "No, i planned on trying them on Christmas break in the year of 2067." he paused to see if Evan would believe him, knowing that more often then not, he did. He saw Evan give a slight look of disappointment, and Connor rolled his eyes once more, "Yes, today."

"Jesus, you act like you've never gotten fucked befor-" Connor glanced at Evan, looking him up and down. "I haven't,," "Yeah, i figured."

Connor gave a smug look, "Guess i'll be your first."

Evan barely had any time to think, before the taller boi was pulling him into a kiss, wrapping his arms around Evan's waist after pulling him onto his lap. Evan (surprisingly) put more force into the kiss, digging his hands into Connor's hair, tugging at the sloppy bun Connor had put up. His tongue slid into Connor's mouth, his eyes closing a bit tighter as a newfound eagerness filled him.

He pressed their bodies as close as he could, and somehow he felt like even that wasn't enough. Like they could somehow get even closer. Connor pulled back, pressing his lips to Evans jaw line. Dang, this was happening quick. Maybe it's because the author can't write for shit and he's the laziest author you'll ever meet. WhO kNowS.

Evan let out a moan from just being so close to Connor, his hips beginning to move against the other's. Connor let out a small hum, sucking a dark ring of purple and red into the skin beneath Evan's jaw. He broke away from the spot to blow on it, and Evan shivered. He let out another whiney moan and ground his hips against Connor's again. Evan's breath sped up and Connor could feel Evan's erection pushing against the fabric of his onesie and onto  Connor's stomach every time his hips rutted.

Connor could feel his own dINg DONg pressing against the fabric of his briefs, a groan finally escaping him when Evan mumbled his name. "You're such a god damn slut for me," Connor mumbled, almost hoping Evan wouldn't hear him. Evan couldn't help but moan again. Connor's hands slid up to the top button of Evan's onesie, undoing it, moving to the next and doing the same, and so on.

Once Connor had reached the last button, the two of them were needy as hell, Connor's hair had come out of its bun from how much Evan had tugged on it, he and Evan were groaning out each others names, Evan was now panting. Evan shrugged off his onesie, struggling to get it off his legs, throwing it to the floor once he had. Connor ran a finger over the bulge in Evan's boxers,  a part of it had been dampened with precum, and Evan was almost shaking from the contact.

Connor smirked and thought back on the list Evan had told him, "You want daddy's cock?" Connor murmured, close to Evan's ear. Evan let out a moan and slurred out some form of a 'yes'. Connor purred, "What? I couldn't quite hear you, baby. Could you say it again?" Evan felt so fucking dirty. He moaned again, his hips stuttering against Connor's hand. "C-Could- Could you- y-y'know-.." Connor held back a laugh. "Could I..?"

"Sh-Shoot, Connor, could y- could you just-" Evan took in a deep breath, he never swears, he doesn't like using 'bad words' but in this situation it feels almost mandatory, "C-Could you j-just,,, ff-ffff-fu-" Connor slipped a hand into Evan's boxers, and Evan felt himself stiffen, "Sh- F-Fuck me- Please-" He finally gasped out, letting out even more whiney noises while Connor rubbed his thumb back and forth over his head. "O-Oh g-god.." He mumbled, pulling himself close to Connor again, panting onto his neck.

Connor took his hand away, pushing Evan down onto the bed without any hesitation. In a split second, Connor's tank top was thrown across the room, and he had slipped his boxers down, just enough to expose what Evan had been waiting for. Connor climbed on top of Evan, his face close to the other's. His head pushed against the fabric of Evan's boxers, and Evan wouldn't stop whining for Connor.

Connor looked over Evan's body, almost like he was examining it, "God, you're gonna be such a mess when i'm done with you. You're gonna have so many marks, all from me." Connor purred, his voice dropping. Evan moaned Connor's name, followed by 'Daddy,' after some hesitation.

Connor slid down between Evan's legs, finally pulling away his boxers. He sucked on one of his thumbs for a second, before pushing it into Evan's entrance, feeling him tighten around him as soon as it was in. Evan let out a small gasp, his hips twitching, his legs spreading some more in desperation. "Fu- Daddy-" Evan moaned as Connor used another thumb to stretch him apart a bit.

Evan felt Connor's head go further between his thighs, and he groaned feeling Connor's mouth against him. Evan tried to relax to make it easier for Connor, but he could barely even think straight (lmao we know that already evan). Connor slipped his tongue in when Evan finally had relaxed, slipping his thumbs out and dragging his hands up to Evan's sides while eating him out.

Evan felt fucking amazing, moaning Connor's name again, rutting his hips against him. Connor finally pulled away, dragging a hand down, slipping a finger into Evan, who let out another whiney moan. After a few seconds, another finger was added, Connor started to stretch Evan out, his hand hurting after a few minutes. Connor pulled his hand away, seeing Evan, who had his eyes scrunched, and was panting. He kissed his thigh, sucking a mark into it, before sitting up.

Connor reached to the nightstand and pulled open a drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube. He put some on his thumb, rubbing it on Evan's entrance slipping his thumb in, then out, before pulling it back to put on some more. Connor slicked it over his erection, wiping the rest on his sheets and getting on top of the other once more.

Connor teased Evan for a moment, before slipping the head in and looking at Evan, waiting. Evan had a face of complete pleasure, and slight pain, a small amount of drool had formed at the corner of his mouth and was starting to slide down the side of his cheek. Evan nodded hard and Connor pushed in some more, burying himself inside of Evan, waiting for him to say a yes or no.

After a few minutes of Evan shifting back and forth, and rocking his hips a bit, he mumbled, "keep going- pl-please" Connor, obviously, did as told, sliding out and back in, repeating the process slowly, gradually getting faster. "Fuck, baby, you're doing so good." Connor mumbled, his breath quickening. Evan moaned and spread his legs some more, moaning Connor's name over and over again. (They've completely forgotten that by now it's four in the morning smh)

Connor went hard a fast, pulling one of Evan's legs over his shoulder, letting out a long, steady groan as he sped up. Evan felt a rush go down his stomach and spread quickly, staying there for a few minutes before he clamped his eyes shut. "Con- Ff- Daddy, I-I- oh god- I'm gonna-" Connor mumbled something before saying, "One more second, baby," he slid out slower than before, all the way out, and thrusted in as quickly as he could. Evan let out a loud moan, his back arching while everything went black for a moment, and when he opened his eyes he felt so groggy and tired, but at the same time he felt so sensitive.

Connor was going much harder than before, his thrusts getting slower, though. Connor pulled out, cumming onto Evan's stomach with a long moan, milking out his orgasm until all that was left was on Evan's stomach, and he finally sat down. He saw Evan's eyes shut for a few seconds, before opening slowly. After a few breaths, Connor got up and went to put on some boxers, sneaking into the bathroom across the hall and grabbing a washcloth, getting it wet with some warm water and walking back into his room. He wiped the two of them off (mostly Evan), before throwing the cloth across the room and putting them both into a clean pair of boxers. (Yes, Evan is wearing Connor's boxers now.)

ugh i'm so fucking tired why do i do this to myself