Androids fought hard for autonomy, Lieutenant. ( the title is deliberate, of course. everything connor does is deliberate, and he wants to see if it garners any reaction from hank. ) If I want to 'get myself into anything', I think I'm allowed to make that choice.
( and then they're kissing again. he doesn't need to breathe, but he ends up a little breathless after the kiss all the same. he tends to default towards engaging his respiratory response around hank, ever since the man told him it was like sitting next to a corpse when they watched a movie together one night he's made a point to keep the function engaged. now it leaves him with a tight, fuzzy feeling in his chest as he runs through a laboured breathing response – all simulated, of course, but that doesn't make it feel any less real.
when hank's shirt comes off his hands quickly come up to press against his chest. connor touches along his skin carefully, reverently as he drags his fingers across old scars, little reminders of how very human hank is. he stops at his nipples, circling one with a finger before rolling the nub between his finger and thumb. his head ducks to the other, quickly before hank can protest, and he flicks his tongue against it before pressing a gentle little kiss over the top.
and then he pulls back entirely. there's too much space between them now and connor's system practically screams at the loss of contact, but he has a task to complete. he quickly undoes his tie, leaving the material hanging loose around his neck, and then slips off the jacket. it's no longer the cyberlife branded one, now he wears a plain black one in a similar style. his shirt is unbuttoned just as quickly, and he folds both items before putting them on the counter beside hank's bagged bottle.
his fingers hover over his belt, and he watches hank's reactions closely as he unbuckles and then removes it. next go the pants, as quickly and efficiently as the rest of his clothes. he toes off his shoes, pants folded and placed with the rest of the clothes. he stops there, still in a small pair of plain black boxer briefs with the tie hanging loose around his neck. his socks are on, held up by garters on each leg. it's not everything, he hasn't completed this objective yet, but he stops and looks at hank anyway. )
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( and then they're kissing again. he doesn't need to breathe, but he ends up a little breathless after the kiss all the same. he tends to default towards engaging his respiratory response around hank, ever since the man told him it was like sitting next to a corpse when they watched a movie together one night he's made a point to keep the function engaged. now it leaves him with a tight, fuzzy feeling in his chest as he runs through a laboured breathing response – all simulated, of course, but that doesn't make it feel any less real.
when hank's shirt comes off his hands quickly come up to press against his chest. connor touches along his skin carefully, reverently as he drags his fingers across old scars, little reminders of how very human hank is. he stops at his nipples, circling one with a finger before rolling the nub between his finger and thumb. his head ducks to the other, quickly before hank can protest, and he flicks his tongue against it before pressing a gentle little kiss over the top.
and then he pulls back entirely. there's too much space between them now and connor's system practically screams at the loss of contact, but he has a task to complete. he quickly undoes his tie, leaving the material hanging loose around his neck, and then slips off the jacket. it's no longer the cyberlife branded one, now he wears a plain black one in a similar style. his shirt is unbuttoned just as quickly, and he folds both items before putting them on the counter beside hank's bagged bottle.
his fingers hover over his belt, and he watches hank's reactions closely as he unbuckles and then removes it. next go the pants, as quickly and efficiently as the rest of his clothes. he toes off his shoes, pants folded and placed with the rest of the clothes. he stops there, still in a small pair of plain black boxer briefs with the tie hanging loose around his neck. his socks are on, held up by garters on each leg. it's not everything, he hasn't completed this objective yet, but he stops and looks at hank anyway. )
Everything?