( directives pop up everywhere in his vision, conflicting orders and priorities all demanding his attention in equal measure. it's a lot, and it takes him more than a minute to clear them all from his UI. it takes more than two. as the third minute is ticking over he finally narrows it to a few options:
△ leave the room ◯ ask him to stop ╳ join him ☐pretend it isn't happening
none of them jump out to connor, and he half wants to groan with frustration. instead there's a whirring sound a little like a whine, and he presses his lips shut in annoyance as he tries to regain control of his apparently useless body. cyberlife's greatest creation, brought to near shutdown by a middle aged man masturbating in his own bedroom.
minute three sees him starting to regain control and he's almost ready to make a decision, but then hank just turns fully to him and connor's jaw falls open. that's...a lot. honestly it's not the first time he's thought about hank like this, but connor has resolutely buried his desire between hard walls of mutual friendship and support. hank is his colleague, his partner. he shouldn't think about him like that. but apparently...hank thinks about him. should he be resisting when it's clearly something mutual?
connor takes a few steps forward, and more objectives and notifications pop up in his vision:
thermal regulator: 64% function, mild impairment - recalibrate? respiratory component emulator: offline - reboot? upper motor functions: 0.0000125 second delay - recalibrate? vocal component #2751: unknown error - run diagnosis?
connor realises he hasn't actually spoken again yet, and he opens his mouth to say something. takes another few steps forward. now he's at the bed and god, there's got to be only a few feet between him and the chair. him and hank. connor clears his throat loudly, and tries again. )
The meeting ran over, ( he explains, and his voice still has that slightly static-y background tone to it. apparently forcibly clearing his throat did nothing to jolt his vocal component into normal function. ) and then we lost track of time. North is quite a good storyteller.
( he is resolutely not looking at hank's dick now, just staring the man dead in the eyes as his hands fidget by his sides. he wants to pull his coin out, recalibrate and start to feel a bit more normal, but something stops him. instead, he walks again until he's stopped in front of hank. his thirium pump is thundering, and he's not sure if it should do that but honestly he doesn't much care right now. it's causing a strange sensation that feels a lot like what humans call a 'lump in their throat' and he wonders if this is anxiety.
interesting.
at any rate, he's close enough that the material of his pants can brush against hank's legs gently, and finally he lowers his eyes. hank isn't pumping away at the rate he had been when connor walked in, but he's still going at it with slow strokes, lazily keeping his dick hard. humans can't just toggle a boner on, after all. connor hums a moment in thought, and then he drops to his knees and rests both of his hands on hank's thighs.
and doesn't say anything, yet. he just watches hank's hand. )
no subject
△ leave the room
◯ ask him to stop
╳ join him
☐pretend it isn't happening
none of them jump out to connor, and he half wants to groan with frustration. instead there's a whirring sound a little like a whine, and he presses his lips shut in annoyance as he tries to regain control of his apparently useless body. cyberlife's greatest creation, brought to near shutdown by a middle aged man masturbating in his own bedroom.
minute three sees him starting to regain control and he's almost ready to make a decision, but then hank just turns fully to him and connor's jaw falls open. that's...a lot. honestly it's not the first time he's thought about hank like this, but connor has resolutely buried his desire between hard walls of mutual friendship and support. hank is his colleague, his partner. he shouldn't think about him like that. but apparently...hank thinks about him. should he be resisting when it's clearly something mutual?
connor takes a few steps forward, and more objectives and notifications pop up in his vision:
thermal regulator: 64% function, mild impairment - recalibrate?
respiratory component emulator: offline - reboot?
upper motor functions: 0.0000125 second delay - recalibrate?
vocal component #2751: unknown error - run diagnosis?
connor realises he hasn't actually spoken again yet, and he opens his mouth to say something. takes another few steps forward. now he's at the bed and god, there's got to be only a few feet between him and the chair. him and hank. connor clears his throat loudly, and tries again. )
The meeting ran over, ( he explains, and his voice still has that slightly static-y background tone to it. apparently forcibly clearing his throat did nothing to jolt his vocal component into normal function. ) and then we lost track of time. North is quite a good storyteller.
( he is resolutely not looking at hank's dick now, just staring the man dead in the eyes as his hands fidget by his sides. he wants to pull his coin out, recalibrate and start to feel a bit more normal, but something stops him. instead, he walks again until he's stopped in front of hank. his thirium pump is thundering, and he's not sure if it should do that but honestly he doesn't much care right now. it's causing a strange sensation that feels a lot like what humans call a 'lump in their throat' and he wonders if this is anxiety.
interesting.
at any rate, he's close enough that the material of his pants can brush against hank's legs gently, and finally he lowers his eyes. hank isn't pumping away at the rate he had been when connor walked in, but he's still going at it with slow strokes, lazily keeping his dick hard. humans can't just toggle a boner on, after all. connor hums a moment in thought, and then he drops to his knees and rests both of his hands on hank's thighs.
and doesn't say anything, yet. he just watches hank's hand. )