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"Detective." You turn around to see Connor. You quickly finish sorting out your papers before looking back at him, "Hey, Connor! Happy New Year." He flashes his soft smile, it was completely adorable. "Happy New Year. Are you going to the New Years' party?" You look off to the side. The New Years' party... You didn't intend to go, not unless Connor's going. "Are you going?" You ask him. "Not unless you aren't." His response catches you off guard, it flatters you. He won't go if you won't? Well, you don't want to go. However... "Why not we go together?" You propose. He nods, "I would love to. May I pick you up?" You didn't think Connor would consider it. Hell, you didn't consider it either. But now that it's being laid before you, "Of course." Before you two could have more of a conversation, Hank calls Connor over. "I'll see you at the party tonight." You nod, "You too."
It wouldn't take long before the workday would end and you'd find yourself staring at your closet, wondering what to wear. You could never tell if these parties were classy or casual. "Classy and casual." It was final. You sorted your clothes out, finding which garments would be best for the occasion. Not only that, you'd have to put the weather into consideration as well. You saw a sliver of the outside, seeing the snow coat the streets. "Gloves? No, maybe not. But what if... Fuck, no, it doesn't matter. Does it?"
After some arguments with yourself, you finally had your outfit put together. You look in the mirror, "Huh. I wonder if Connor will like this." You twist and turn until you get a text message from Connor, saying that he was here. You take a deep breath in before walking outside. As you get comfortable in the car, you look over at Connor. He's staring at you but snaps out of it when you look over. "You look great." You smile and look away, "Thanks, you look good too."
There isn't much to the car trip there. For the most part, it's silent besides the radio music playing and the occasional conversations between you two. Once you two get there, Connor helps you out of the car. "Quite the gentleman, are you?" He smiles slightly, "It's nothing." As you two walk in, you're immediately greeted by other coworkers. As you try to stick with Connor, he tells you that you can leave if you wanted to. "I mean, if I wanted to leave you, I would've already." Your response catches Connor off guard, but he takes it as a great compliment.
As the night goes on, you drink and talk with others. There are only a few moments you're not with Connor, it's only a few minutes before you're talking with Connor again. Before midnight, you decide to call it a night. "You're not gonna watch the fireworks?" a coworker calls out. "Uh, I will, from my apartment." You weren't sure if you were going to watch them this time around. You were pretty sure you'd fall asleep before 12 and sleep through the fireworks.
The car trip isn't as quiet this time, with you and Connor talking for most of the trip. Right when Connor pulls into the parking lot, you ask him about his New Years' resolution. He suddenly stiffens up. "Do you not have one?" "N-no, I do have one." You sat there confused. Is his New Years' resolution personal? You leaned closer to him, "Is it personal or something?" He shook his head, "No, it isn't." There's something about his resolution that makes him clam up. He turned and faced you, "My New Years' resolution is to... kiss you. Be with you. Anything along the lines of that."
Then you stiffen up too. You only stare in shock, but you don't move either. That's when you realize how close you and Connor are. Only a mere inches away from his lips. Your eyes soften and you place your hand on the side of his face, "Happy New Year." You closed the space between you two. You two kiss for a minute or so before breaking apart. "My apartment's right there, c'mon." With tension at an all-time high, you both rush to your apartment.
The moment the door closes, Connor has you pinned up against it. The kiss was nothing like the first, losing its gentleness. It was sloppier, a call for closeness. Connor's hands slip beneath your thighs and lift you, being in between your legs. He leaves wet kisses all over your neck before removing your top. The roughness of his tongue sends chills all over. Your bra is unclipped in one swift move, and his tongue starts to explore.
With the roughness of his tongue, once you feel it take one of your nipples inside, it hardens. It causes you to gasp, sending chills as it usually does. You make small noises, your hands running through his hair and ruining the neatness of it. With the way you grip at his hair, it pulls low groans out of him. A string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast, he moves on to the other one and repeats the same process. He kisses down your abdomen, lower and lower.
He lets out a sigh of disappointment, your bottom half was still covered with clothing. When he starts to undress you down there, you stop him. "Take your clothes off too." He simply just looks up at you before removing his top half of clothing. You stared down in admiration of his body. Small freckles covered his body, with broad shoulders and strong arms that would later carry you into the bedroom. Once you're fully nude, he stares for a bit. It makes you feel more sensitive.
After a moment of silence and nothingness, he dives in with no warning. You practically scream at the suddenness, causing Connor to pause. "I-I'm fine. You can keep going." and so he does. Connor lifts one leg, holding the other one down to prevent you from slipping, and also to get more surface area. He's eating you out like it's his last, the noises being made only turn both of you on more. When Connor feels your legs start to shake, he stops. "Where's your bedroom?" he asks, lifting you. You show him the way.
Connor sets you onto the mattress, and his weight almost suffocates you with how extreme it is. You can feel yourself sink into the mattress, as his hands also sink into the mattress. He's on top, looking down on you. It's intimidating, scary, but you can't dismiss the sexiness of it either. "Fuck," he says in a low tone. This sends you into a whirl. It was hot, painfully hot. He cursed out of frustration, his pants were still on. He removed them, and what was beneath it too. He was hard, precum dribbling out from the tip.
He knew you were watching, attentively too. He pulled his skin back, revealing the clean white plastic beneath. He groaned, wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping himself, the precum spreading downwards. Once it was all coated, he leaned forward, showing you his hand. Before Connor got to tell you, you started licking the precum off his hand. A sigh of relief. Your tongue found its way on his palm, on his fingers, and between them too. Once you were done, his hand slid down your body, eventually coming out dry.
However, he didn't reveal his skin again. He left the plastic to stay, revealing it on his other hand as well. His hands slide beneath your legs, pushing them back to show more of yourself. He slides his dick between you, rubbing against your clit. You let out small noises, wanting more than just a tease. Connor knew that already. He could see it on your face.
He lined himself against you, slowly pushing in. He sighs once he's fully inside, it's nothing like anything he's ever felt before. It's hot, wet, but feels amazing. He moves slowly, both of you get comfortable. But as time passes, he moves faster. The noises coming out of both of you get louder. The way you say his name pushes him to his limits. You knew he was reaching his limits, his skin was burning hot and he sounded like an overheating console. However, it did feel good knowing that it was you pushing him this far and that he's into it too.
Connor groaned, "I-I'm going to..." you knew what he was going to say. You tried to tell him that you were close too, but your moans would cut you short. It's not long before you cum, and as Connor clears his vision, the mess he made of you and the overwhelming feelings down below sent him over the edge. He cums inside of you, a hot and heavy load. You both stay still, coming down from your highs. Right when Connor's readjusting, you notice that his skin has returned.
He slowly pulls out, you whimper feeling the cold air rush to you once he leaves. He lays down next to you, although he doesn't sleep, he decided to stay the night anyways. Suddenly, fireworks go off. Before you dozed off to sleep, you told Connor Happy New Year. He leans closer to you, arms wrapping around your waist. "Happy New Year."