[ it's a wonder hank hasn't come yet, in the three minutes that connor is evidently running through his UI (hank can practically see the system whirring away), and he can't help a flicker of amusement when he hears that soft little sound, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth in the face of connor's entirely too human annoyance.
but here they are now, an android and his human, middle-aged lover, with the latter's dick in his own hand and pre-cum leaking, the background noise of two men going at it with all the raw, primal desire of the moment. fucking, hank thinks absently as connor clearly makes his decision, turns people into animals. what then, do androids turn into?
hank doesn't take his eyes off the beautiful younger man, the smugness at his effect on him replaced by familiar fascination, reading every minuscule expression that connor can't quite keep off his face.
he's lazily stroking, and when connor gets between his knees to watch his hand, hank almost comes right then and there. it's the strangest thing to have someone watch you that closely, palming your cock right in front of them, but hank knows better -- he knows connor's watching, learning, and so he cups his balls before him, full and heavy with unspent seed, coarse curls doing nothing to mask just how big he is, and his gaze darkens. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ he has to ask, he has to know, because all hank wants to do is shove his cock into that sinfully glorious mouth and watch him suck him off like he was crafted specially for it. ]
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but here they are now, an android and his human, middle-aged lover, with the latter's dick in his own hand and pre-cum leaking, the background noise of two men going at it with all the raw, primal desire of the moment. fucking, hank thinks absently as connor clearly makes his decision, turns people into animals. what then, do androids turn into?
hank doesn't take his eyes off the beautiful younger man, the smugness at his effect on him replaced by familiar fascination, reading every minuscule expression that connor can't quite keep off his face.
he's lazily stroking, and when connor gets between his knees to watch his hand, hank almost comes right then and there. it's the strangest thing to have someone watch you that closely, palming your cock right in front of them, but hank knows better -- he knows connor's watching, learning, and so he cups his balls before him, full and heavy with unspent seed, coarse curls doing nothing to mask just how big he is, and his gaze darkens. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ he has to ask, he has to know, because all hank wants to do is shove his cock into that sinfully glorious mouth and watch him suck him off like he was crafted specially for it. ]