In all honesty, Conner had so little concern over where they were going and the fact that they changed locations that he didn't spare it a thought. Why think about them moving when he could be completely enraptured by the way their bodies moved against each other? What did he care where they were, as long as Ollie continued to tease him so expertly?
He was, of course, much happier when he could make out Ollie's expression, even if it was devastatingly compromising to be able to see those lips. He always wanted to have them against him, but sometimes Ollie smirked or grinned in such a way that made him just want to-
His arms lifted, allowing the shirt up over his head. He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to quip about the state of the bathroom, perhaps to say something clever about something, but he was gone as soon as the vampire's mouth was on his skin. A sweet, soft sounding groan slipped from his lips as his head fell back, gently coming to rest against the wall. The air left him in a slow sigh, his hips pressing forward even as his mind remained blank.
Each nip was like a jolt of electricity through his system, and he was hard pressed to find enough breath under the circumstances.
"O-O-Oll..." He was suddenly biting down on his bottom lip, his hips pressing more firmly into Ollie's touch, shivers making their trembling way though his body. By the time Oliver poised his question, the herbologist's eyes had closed again, his lips moving like he was trying to mouth at the vampire even though his head was toward the dingy ceiling.
Slowly, breath panting and chest heaving, Conner's gaze lowered to meet Oliver's, heat spiking in his gut and eyes darkening drastically as he took in that innocent expression.
He wanted to devour it, to- to- to- bend Ollie over the dingy marble sink and leave marks on his throat as he claimed him once more. He wanted to bite at his throat and suck him into his mouth and kiss every single inch of Oliver Darling there was. He wanted him in every position, careless and sporadic and altogether exactly what he craved. He wanted Ollie to do all that to him, until he couldn't remember anything but the man's name and this feeling of absolute reckless adoration.
"You." He breathed, his eyes dark and crazed. "Only you."