[ this is a bad idea. everything about this is a shitty, fucking, don't-even-go-there bad idea, but hank is nothing if not a cynical, bitter collection of bad ideas gone halfway to seed and struggling to find its way back again, probably, and so he doesn't extricate himself from connor.
he senses it, the purity in connor's explorations, the curiosity alight in every movement, the fact that he's actually horny, those warm, soft lips against his neck. it sets his pulse racing the way it hadn't in far too many years, and hank remembers the porn he'd watched from time to time. he remembers something like this, and wonders if connor's watched it too, imagining himself in a scenario like this.
pressing back against him, he turns his head just a little to catch those lips, his dick stirring shamefully in his trousers. ]
Do you even have...
[ you know, the working bits, the sex bits, because connor sure as hell as a libido and fuck those guys at cyberlife (except maybe not really because everything about this is weird and freaky in all the best, dick-stirring ways). also, apparently, they're way overdue for the sex talk. ]
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he senses it, the purity in connor's explorations, the curiosity alight in every movement, the fact that he's actually horny, those warm, soft lips against his neck. it sets his pulse racing the way it hadn't in far too many years, and hank remembers the porn he'd watched from time to time. he remembers something like this, and wonders if connor's watched it too, imagining himself in a scenario like this.
pressing back against him, he turns his head just a little to catch those lips, his dick stirring shamefully in his trousers. ]
Do you even have...
[ you know, the working bits, the sex bits, because connor sure as hell as a libido and fuck those guys at cyberlife (except maybe not really because everything about this is weird and freaky in all the best, dick-stirring ways). also, apparently, they're way overdue for the sex talk. ]