( he sees the grimace, but there's definitely no change in arousal – connor has front row seats to that, he'd definitely notice any drop in arousal from here – and honestly he's...relieved.
it's a point he comes up against a lot, never spoken aloud but run over again and again in the dark hours of the morning when the house is quiet and hank is most definitely asleep. he's not human, as much as his software was designed to integrate with humanity, and he sometimes wonders if hank tries to forget that fact. if hank would prefer him to be human.
he'll never voice the concern, but there are moments that he holds onto as little reminders. hank's teasing, hank's curiosity when connor interfaces. hank's arousal despite connor's obvious inexperience. it all adds up, little moments that make a bigger picture that says clearly: hank likes him like this, wires and all.
but now isn't the moment for an existential crisis. )
I want to suck your cock, Hank.
( he echoes, still looking up at hank from his position, kneeling between his legs. he slides his hands further up hank's thighs, squeezing again before he moves to the point where each leg connects to his body. his fingers drag lightly across the spot between thigh and crotch, pressing firmly enough to feel the bone underneath at each side, and then he wraps one hand around the base of hank's cock. finally. )
Please.
( never let it be said that connor isn't polite. )
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it's a point he comes up against a lot, never spoken aloud but run over again and again in the dark hours of the morning when the house is quiet and hank is most definitely asleep. he's not human, as much as his software was designed to integrate with humanity, and he sometimes wonders if hank tries to forget that fact. if hank would prefer him to be human.
he'll never voice the concern, but there are moments that he holds onto as little reminders. hank's teasing, hank's curiosity when connor interfaces. hank's arousal despite connor's obvious inexperience. it all adds up, little moments that make a bigger picture that says clearly: hank likes him like this, wires and all.
but now isn't the moment for an existential crisis. )
I want to suck your cock, Hank.
( he echoes, still looking up at hank from his position, kneeling between his legs. he slides his hands further up hank's thighs, squeezing again before he moves to the point where each leg connects to his body. his fingers drag lightly across the spot between thigh and crotch, pressing firmly enough to feel the bone underneath at each side, and then he wraps one hand around the base of hank's cock. finally. )
Please.
( never let it be said that connor isn't polite. )