[ and there it is, the reaction -- a soft huff of annoyance and exasperation, not nearly enough to cancel out the lust. connor can be endearing and insufferable in equal turns, but hank is getting used to it. prefers it, even. it's at least different from before, and his gaze darkens when he finds connor kissed breathless; even if it's a simulation, in moments like these hank almost believes his human.
that damn sass is more than halfway believable, anyway.
but he's watching. he's watching when connor neatly divests himself of his clothing, proper and neat and just once, he thinks, he wants to knock all that prim programming out of him, send him into a tizzy, overwhelm him with emotion, sensation, and when his gaze meets his next hank is hungry. he can see it, the lifelike ripple of his skin, the muscles underneath, every movement exquisite and smooth and yet not so polished as they are to betray connor's nature.
no, connor's different despite the pointed reminder, and he shakes his head. ]
No, keep those on.
[ he tells him simply, coming over to slide large, calloused hands down those lean hips, pushing those plain boxer briefs off only to free his cock, watching it spring free, practically. honestly, he doesn't know what he had been expecting, but it sure isn't this. it's very well...made, hairless, perfect, and gods his balls, too. he's staring, for a moment not quite knowing what to say, those briefs half-off, good and proper. ]
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that damn sass is more than halfway believable, anyway.
but he's watching. he's watching when connor neatly divests himself of his clothing, proper and neat and just once, he thinks, he wants to knock all that prim programming out of him, send him into a tizzy, overwhelm him with emotion, sensation, and when his gaze meets his next hank is hungry. he can see it, the lifelike ripple of his skin, the muscles underneath, every movement exquisite and smooth and yet not so polished as they are to betray connor's nature.
no, connor's different despite the pointed reminder, and he shakes his head. ]
No, keep those on.
[ he tells him simply, coming over to slide large, calloused hands down those lean hips, pushing those plain boxer briefs off only to free his cock, watching it spring free, practically. honestly, he doesn't know what he had been expecting, but it sure isn't this. it's very well...made, hairless, perfect, and gods his balls, too. he's staring, for a moment not quite knowing what to say, those briefs half-off, good and proper. ]
...Huh.