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Tsurai stopped, surprised. "You can? Really?" He got off Braeden and sat on his ankles. "Can you draw something for me? Anything. I just want to see."

Connor took a deep breath, relishing the warmth on his chest. He idly brought his hand to Isiah's red hair, stroking it as if it were a pet. After a few minutes, Connor couldn't help his worry.
"Tsurai isn't going to ruin this, is he?" He hoarsed.

"No, on the ground.. Here." Tsurai quickly doodled a face sticking out it's tongue, just to prove you could draw on the floor. He quickly erased it, though.
"And No... I'm over that. Maybe, sometime later.." He was distant. "But it would be pointless now. Besides, nothing to use, right?"

Connor forwned slightly. "He didn't seem too homophobic. It looked like.. He was jealous, but didn't want to say anything about it." The man exhaled loudly.
He should really lay off watching people, so much. Knowing everything wasn't always that great.
"So anyway," he said, trying to switch the subject he had brought up, "You seem like a good teacher. Care to teach me some things?" Connor sat up slowly, giving a small, coy smirk.

Tsurai shook his head. "No, it's fine. Draw something, now?" He tapped his finger on the ground twice. "I want to see."

Connor chuckled lightly. "I think I can go for anything right now if we keep our pants on." He grinned, watching Isiah. Connor had thought all about this on the short walk he had. "But I warn you, I know nothing about this whole relationship thing. We were never allowed to do anything until we got married."
Connor went back down on his back, "But I'm ready if you are."

Tsurai watched, enthralled. "Can you only do outlines?"
The boy seemed to be unphased by the drawing itself, and started to add the details of the woman as best he could in the sand.

Connor wrapped his arms around Isiah's waist. "That all you have? You started out with that last time we tried this," he said with a smirk, imitating Isiah as best he could, attempting to kiss back.

Connor closed his eyes, stretching his neck while a soft moan escaped him.

Tsurai frowned. "Is Van Goh an artist?"
The boy moved over to the side, not wanting to erase the nude woman, and laid on his stomach, one elbow on the gorund, chin on palm, the other hand attempting to draw Braeden's dragon. It was going to take a while, and had to keep looking at Braeden, but he still wanted to try.

"No, I don't know." Tsurai kept drawing, "He bit off somebody's ear? That's sick.."

Connor blushed heavily at Isiah's last action. "Ni maj.." He forgot he wasn't talking in English, and began to uncomfortably fidget, pulling Isiah's hands upward, so Isiah could try to only concentrate on the chest area instead of.. Down there.

Connor's brain decided to just.. Go away. He couldn't understand what Isiah had said, or why his breathing got heavier. Why some things burned in a pleasurable way, and why other things didn't. He was frustrated, but that feeling was overcome simply by loving what Isiah was doing to him.
He wanted Isiah to feel the same way, but didn't know how, so his blush just spread down his neck, instead.

Tsurai groaned, "I've never even heard of Van Goh- what a stupid name, anyway. It sounds like you're trying to cheer a car on." Tsurai got frustrated with how stupid his drawing looked in comparison to Braeden's awesomeness, for lack of better wording. The drawing in itself was better than average, but it didn't look exactly like Tsurai wanted to, thus angering the boy, leaving him to erase the dragon and sit up.

"Don't you do anything besides sleep? Can we do something else?"