Ryder seemed to know the sort of things that Connor would like. The things that he would like to see the blonde in, too. And who was he to not take advantage of that fact? To get some sort of reaction out of Connor and to have his own ego stroked a little bit. 

“I’m not flustered,” he argued half-heartedly. Even though it was clear that he didn’t even believe that. 

He hummed softly as he gave another sway of his hips for the skirt to move around his waist. Chin tilted up as soon as Connor stepped closer as he tried to keep the grin on his lips from growing even more. He was barely successful. He made a soft noise as he allowed himself to be pulled in before his eyes darted down to Connor’s lips before he glanced back up. Making no move to hide what he was doing. 

Lips parted as if he was about to make another comment before the words died on his lips. His eyes fell closed as he shifted closer to deepen the kiss. Barely pulling away once the urge to breath was burning through his chest.

“Do I look pretty?” He teased with another grin. 

‘ very pretty. ’ 

the words are nearly  purred  when he speaks  ,  only an inch away from ryder now.  he’s not  entirely  oblivious to the fact that ryder knows  exactly  the kind of things connor likes or might want to see him in  ,  &  usually  ,  it might  annoy  connor for someone to have that kind of information about him.  but when it works to his favor like this  ,  well  ,  he can  hardly  complain if it lines up with someone  else’s  interests too.  one hand dares to trace the line of ryder’s thigh where the bottom of his skirt sits with a  devilish  smile before he speaks.

‘ bet i can think of how you might look prettier, though. ’ 

he  gently  takes ryder’s lower lip between his teeth  ,  releasing it after a moment with a grin.  his hand creeps up ryder’s thigh  just  enough to raise the edge of his skirt  ,  thumb tracing circles on the inside of his thigh. 

“I thought that you would like it.”

Despite the flush on his cheeks, the words sounded more than a bit smug. Like he chose the skirt specifically with the thought that Connor would like it. (There was more than a little chance that that was exactly what had happened). He barely resisted the urge to tilt his head into the touch at his jaw, though. Always eager for any little bit of attention and affection that Connor would grant him. 

“You always like it when I do.”

He missed the touch as soon as Connor pulled away from him. A little grin tugged at the corner of his lips and, like a good boy, he gave a little twirl to show off the skirt. 

“Does it look good?”

connor  chuckles  quietly when ryder says he thought connor would like the skirt.  he wonders if ryder picked it out with that in mind  ,  the intent to show it  off  for him.  it’s  adorable  ,  really  ,  the way he’s so eager to please  ,  the way he tries not to lean into connor’s hand on his jaw. 

‘ ‘course i like it.  you look so cute when you’re all flustered like that. ’ 

he watches the grin crawl across ryder’s face as he twirls as requested  ,  &  connor  hums  in approval.  he takes a step towards ryder once again  ,  hands finding his waist  &  pulling him forward  just  a bit  ,  so close that they’re almost  touching  now.  he’s  grinning  slightly  ,  his hands settling on ryder’s hips  ,  thumbs trailing just above the hem of the skirt. 

‘ you look very good like this, baby. ’