( that's shot back almost immediately, all contrary snark, but he loses his composure the moment hank's hand wraps around his dick. he knew that the sensors installed in the phallus component were designed to be reactive, knew that patch updates had given androids the ability to receive the stimuli as pleasurable now, but actually experiencing it is very different.
connor doesn't so much as whisper a protest when hank moves him back to the wall. instead he just bucks his hips into hank's hand, hips stuttering a little as he brings his hands back to the waistband, searching for the button. it's a little hard to think clearly, honestly, but he doesn't want to admit that just yet. )
Don't stop.
( he murmurs the words, tilting his head back against the wall as he fumbles to get hank's pants undone – and then finally the button slips out and he can get the fly undone, he can shove the pants down to mid-thigh and start palming hank through his underwear instead. he moves his hand to the rhythm that hank sets, hips jerking in time with the press of hank's thumb. he can definitely feel it, that is abundantly obvious. it's even clumsier when connor grows impatient with the underwear and pushes them down too. they don't make it as far as hank's pants, shoved down just enough for connor's hand to slip in and grasp his cock fully.
it's...big. he notes that almost immediately, though he really can't focus enough to run an analysis of the measurements. it's a later problem, one they'll figure out when they get there. for now connor just wraps his hand around hank's cock and drags it up slowly, still pushing his hips up into hank's hand with a little desperation. )
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( that's shot back almost immediately, all contrary snark, but he loses his composure the moment hank's hand wraps around his dick. he knew that the sensors installed in the phallus component were designed to be reactive, knew that patch updates had given androids the ability to receive the stimuli as pleasurable now, but actually experiencing it is very different.
connor doesn't so much as whisper a protest when hank moves him back to the wall. instead he just bucks his hips into hank's hand, hips stuttering a little as he brings his hands back to the waistband, searching for the button. it's a little hard to think clearly, honestly, but he doesn't want to admit that just yet. )
Don't stop.
( he murmurs the words, tilting his head back against the wall as he fumbles to get hank's pants undone – and then finally the button slips out and he can get the fly undone, he can shove the pants down to mid-thigh and start palming hank through his underwear instead. he moves his hand to the rhythm that hank sets, hips jerking in time with the press of hank's thumb. he can definitely feel it, that is abundantly obvious. it's even clumsier when connor grows impatient with the underwear and pushes them down too. they don't make it as far as hank's pants, shoved down just enough for connor's hand to slip in and grasp his cock fully.
it's...big. he notes that almost immediately, though he really can't focus enough to run an analysis of the measurements. it's a later problem, one they'll figure out when they get there. for now connor just wraps his hand around hank's cock and drags it up slowly, still pushing his hips up into hank's hand with a little desperation. )