( connor pauses only to lick his lips quickly, and then he kneels up a little straighter, improving his angle for what's about to come, and he follows the instruction without hesitation.
his bottom jaw drops, mouth hanging open and loose, and his head is tilted just enough that he can still raise his eyes to watch hank. which is exactly what he does, eyes fixed through his lashes on the man as he feels his cock touch his lips. he stretches his mouth open a little wider, still quite passive as hank guides his cock into connor's mouth. he accommodates but he doesn't act, not just yet.
his hands slip back away from hank's crotch, moving to his thighs instead, and when he digs his fingers in this time there's a slight bite of the nails there against his skin. not enough to break, just to leave little temporary half moon indents across each leg.
he chooses that moment to drop forward, taking in all of hank's cock and pressing his nose into the man's pubes. warning messages and errors immediately start flashing to warn him of a foreign object blocking his oesophageal component, but he dismisses them without reading further. instead he just sits there, throat flexing slightly as he adjusts to the sensation. )
[ he loves this. he loves everything that connor presents himself as, from when he touches him to digging his fingers in, hard enough for it to be pleasant, for hank to practically pant and want more, and he watches the plush give of those lips as his cock slides inside of his mouth and oh, fuck, fuck --
-- connor is dropping forward to take even more of him, nose pressing into the coarse hair of his pubes, deepthroating him and he's so turned on by this that he almost comes. a part of him wants to pull back, wants to ask about his fucking gag reflex when he realizes that that's only what humans have. connor -- well, connor's fucking not one, and he's ridiculously, sinfully good at this, his throat pulsing around his cock like a warm, slick cunt just eager to milk every drop of cum out of him. ]
God, fuck --
[ he curses, his hand coming to curl in connor's hair, gently tugging before he's slowly jerking his hips, eyes lidding. his android partner on his knees, so strikingly beautiful and eager for his cock, of all things, and hank can't bring himself to deny him any of it. and so he growls, low and soft, after a long minute or so: ]
( connor doesn't choke when hank thrusts his hips because he doesn't have the biological functions that would necessitate choking when the oesophagus is occluded, but the response he has is pretty similar. a strangled noose escapes, muffled by the cock in his mouth, and his throat tightens and relaxes intermittently to account for the blockage. except hank obviously isn't pulling out any time soon, his biocomponents aren't able to force the obstruction out, and that's what causes the sound that escapes when hank rams his cock into connor's throat.
connor likes it.
he reaches up a hand until it rests over hank's, curled in his hair – then he tightens his grip around hank's hand until he can encourage the man's fingers to grip tighter. and he grips tight, and with hank's hand he yanks his own hair, hard and sharp enough that the pain receptors in his skull light up in his UI. it's hard enough to jerk connor's head back at least half an inch, hard enough that the lubricant that allows his eyes to move within their components starts to form in the corners of his eyes, a tiny drop of excess fluid escaping and resting on his cheek.
now he's just looking up at hank, eyes wide and practically innocent even with his lips stretched wide around the dick in his mouth. he just keeps looking at him, eyes fixed, head moving forward again to capture the length that he'd lost yanking his own head with hank's hand. and then he ever so kindly complies with the newest instruction – the objective appeared in his vision the moment hank spoke and now hovers somewhere near his face " TASK: suck hank's cock " – and connor hollows out his cheeks.
his respiratory drive is online again, so he uses the protocol meant for simulating a regular breathing pattern, and there's something incredibly satisfying about using cyberlife codes in such a depraved manner. he sucks, gentle at first but quickly increasing the pressure, and hank's grip makes bobbing his head hard but he still manages to dip back and forward in tiny little increments, tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock. )
[ hank belatedly remembers to take care of him -- connor might not be human, with a human's failings and trappings, but he's still, essentially, a person, and he attempts to pull back to check on him, especially when he makes that little strangled sound. androids don't need air to breathe, but fuck if that noise isn't the most ridiculously sexy thing he's heard.
it goes right to his cock, too, together with a lick of concern, but it rapidly dissipates into full-blown lust and holy fucking shit is he really doing this right now when connor gets rough -- or rather, makes it clear that he wants it rough. hank protests, the words half-gone with connor just about yanks his own hair with hank's hand and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket from there.
the tears in his eyes, down his cheek unlocks the worst, darkest, deepest part of him, the depravity that he keeps stowed away because you just don't do that with people, but the innocence in his gaze coupled with that gesture sets everything in him alight, and hank leans forward, leaking more pre-cum into that sinfully delicious mouth. ]
Oh, you like that, don'tcha?
[ he's thrusting into his mouth, but he's yanking at him now, following just what connor had shown him, tugging on his hair, pulling him back and surging forward, hips thrusting into his mouth as he fucks that beautiful face with low, savage grunts, letting connor suck him off whenever he gets a proper grip. god, but he's lost, he's so damn lost with this insufferably gorgeous creature and he's going to die with his dick in connor's mouth.
( connor can't exactly reply right now. he can't nod either, not with a dick brushing the back of his throat and keeping his head fairly well put. he just looks at hank with a burning intensity and hopes that gets the message across. yes, he's very into this. he likes it enough that he bobs his head down again, stretching to take him in entirely again.
there isn't supposed to be an object like this inside connor's version of a throat. the head of his cock presses against the smooth wall of an internal compartment and the approximation of muscles along his throat flutter and flex as they adjust to accomodate the intrusion. connor swallows, and he wonders briefly if the fluid inside his mouth that keeps his analysis components clean and protected has started to leak out of his mouth yet.
he only relents when hank yanks harshly on his hair and starts thrusting into his mouth. it's hard to maintain suction like this, so he settles for tightening his lips and rolling his tongue against hank's cock, thick and heavy in his mouth. when he moans it vibrates through his throat and mouth, muffled by the cock thrusting into his lips.
he drops a hand from hank's thigh and presses his palm flat against his crotch. he doesn't do much else, just lays a flat hand against the crotch of his pants and rolls his hips in slow, small little jerks that almost line up with hank's thrusts into his mouth. )
[ good, good -- connor licks and sucks cock like he's a natural at it -- do the perverts at the good old CL actually have programs for that? -- and hank can't help but go faster, harder, right until he realizes he's close to tipping over.
he can't, not yet, and he groans his reluctance, grasping his own dick and pulling back out of him, watching that string of saliva from mouth to cock, how slick and wet he is, mixed with pre-cum and whatever makes up the components in connor's mouth. ]
'm close.
[ he rumbles a warning, and he doesn't intend to come, at least not until connor's had his pleasure yet. there are arguments that his pleasure should come first, probably, being human and all, but hank finds that he is going to have choice words for whatever unfortunate asshole decides to put forth that opinion. ]
Come up, Connor.
[ he says softly, his words thick and gravelly, his eyes gone dark with profound arousal. he's flicking the video off as he rises with him, cock bouncing and so stiff he could probably hold up shit with it. ]
( there's a moment when hank pulls his cock out of connor's mouth, where connor just holds his position, mouth still hung open, eyes still up on hank, palm still pressed to his crotch, still kneeling on the floor in front of hank like he's praying.
connor doesn't stand until hank tells him to, not because he was waiting for the instruction but because it brings him back to the present, to what he just said – 'm close – and connor smiles as he quickly stands up along with hank. he's a bit of a mess, there's that mix of saliva-like fluid and precum leaking at the corners of his mouth, streaks from his eyes down to his cheeks, and his hair is everywhere. connor doesn't seem to care much, he just steps in until he can feel hank's dick pressing solidly against his stomach. )
Tell me.
( he responds, and then pretty swiftly leans in until his lips are brushing hank's neck. he runs his tongue lightly along roughly half an inch of the artery gently pulsing there, and then he moves lower until he hits the point where neck becomes shoulder. his teeth dig in lightly, and then connor sucks until he can be sure a mark will show up. and at that thought, he smiles against hank's skin. )
[ he tells him gruffly, startled when connor takes advantage of him to press his mouth to his neck, to suck a lovebite right there. he knows exactly what the younger one's doing, and in response he simply picks him up, hefts him into his arms and coaxes his legs around him as he steps toward the bed to finish the job.
he'll never forget the sight in a hurry; connor with his mouth parted, lips almost bruised with how hard hank had been shoving his cock down his throat, his palm on his dick, knelt before him like he wanted to worship hank. and god connor's going to be the fucking death of him.
he's hissing softly, feeling the weight of him in his arms. he's heavy, but it's nothing hank can't manage, even as he presses him back against the pillows and over the covers, a hand cradling the back of his head. it's intimate, surprising gentle for the filth he'd just been indulging in. ]
I was thinking of fucking you. Opening you up and bending you over that pool. Get you to make those sweet, pretty noises again.
[ he drawls, but not before giving his ass a pinch. ] You wanna mark me up that badly, or did you just watch one of those vampire movies again, you bastard?
( for all his determination to be a difficult shit at times, connor is turning out to be very agreeable during sex. who knew that all it would take to get connor to follow instructions was fucking his throat? he slides his arms around hank's shoulders a little tighter, quickly wrapping his legs and shifting his weight to a spot that will be slightly easier on hank's back. he doesn't mention that this is the reason he shifts positions, obviously, he just waits until hank drops him on the bed and stretches out onto the sheets.
android muscles don't get sore – he could have theoretically stayed in that position all night – but it does feel nice to stretch himself out fully against the bed sheets. it feels nicer when hank brushes his hand over the back of his head, and that's what motivates connor to grab the collar of hank's shirt and tug him down for a kiss, slow and soft and gentle, and everything that their previous act wasn't. )
Can't it be both? ( he asks, smiling again and reaching up a hand to press his finger gently against the slowly forming bruise. ) No one will see it, if you wear reasonable clothes to work.
( he's just saying.
connor jerks his hips lightly at the pinch, but it's only a matter of time before his palm is back over his crotch and he's grinding up against it with a lazy, languid pace. he looks at hank, with that same wide eyed expression that he had worn when hank's cock had been stretching his lips almost to their limit. now he's softly settled between pillows, all but humping his own hand. )
If you were thinking about it, why not do it? ( his question is perfectly innocent still, playing up this whole unaware virgin thing a little more now. it honestly wasn't intentional at first, but now that he's getting more into this it's coming a little more naturally. he's still coming out with "i want to perform fellatio on you", but it's better than two weeks prior. miles better, if they're both being honest.
he keeps one hand over his crotch, but the other is free to drag up his own chest, lingering briefly as his fingers brush over the thirium pump regulator in the centre of his chest. it lingers there, grazing lightly around the place where it rests flat in his chest. ) Open me up, bend me over. I'm yours.
[ hank asks him with a huff, more entertained than pissed. he's noticed it, hank getting more and more up in his business, being comfortable enough with hank to come nosing around. hank tells him to fuck off from time to time, really -- but he doesn't mind. it's been a long, long time since he's had someone, and connor is a lovely companion, one he wouldn't trade in for the world.
he's kissing him deeply now, again and again, licking into his mouth because he can't have enough of him. it had taken a little getting used to, kissing connor, but now he's addicted to the feeling of it, knowing that he's the one who will just about overload all his systems and synapses. he's feeling connor grind against him, and connor is lovely like this, soft and innocent and everything hank wants to defile, his cock jumping at the sight of him stroking himself.
he takes a page out of connor's book now, unbuttoning his shirt. his mouth comes to lave at a nipple, taking it into his mouth the way connor's always fancied with his (hank likes it, by the way, it makes him crazy), and his hand comes to rest over connor's, too, right over the pump regulator. connor's not normal, he's not human, but nevermind that -- he's special, too, especially when he says i'm yours and hank swears his heart skipped a beat, then. ]
Huh, you got better at the dirty talk.
[ he teases, unbuckling connor's trousers, tugging it down his hips to free his cock, to see him properly. ] We don't have a pool, for one. Unless you're angling for shower sex.
( connor just shrugs in response, dismissing several response options ( 'pragmatic', 'sarcastic', 'judgemental', 'flirtacious' ) because he has the good sense to know when he's about to get kissed thoroughly, and he's not willing to delay that for the sake of a smart retort. both of his hands end up trapped between them at one point, but there's still enough pressure over his cock that he can roll his hips up and into his own palm. he'd really rather it was hank's hand, but he can be patient. maybe.
he's still grinding away when hank gets his shirt open, runs his tongue over a nipple, and the combined sensations pulls a soft and satisfied sigh from his lips. his eyes slip shut and his head falls back, setting a slow pace with his hip movements. and when hank touches the skin over his pump there's another sigh, this one a little needier than the first. but he can be patient, really. )
They're your words, figured that means you would like them. ( he points out, one eye opening when hank finally removes his pants. he wiggles his hips a little to help the process, moving his hand up and stretching both arms over his head instead. laying it all out for hank to see. ) Would you like that? I'm aware of a number of options that would work with your bathroom layout. Bent over the tub, maybe, like the video. Or we could lie down in the bath, and there's always against a wall. Any of these have a high rate of successful intercourse.
[ i like what you added at the end, is what he thinks but doesn't say, because it sounds so stupid, so childish -- it could be a throwaway comment for all hank knows (even if it doesn't seem likely), and he's distracted by that little sigh, and then another one, just a little when he brushes over the skin. he replaces it with his mouth, kissing over it intimately, slowly, the bristles of his beard rubbing over it in a bid to hear him do that again.
gods, he sounds so good, so needy, like he's dying to have him even though hank knows better -- connor doesn't, but at least they can pretend. he eyes his dick, admiring it and reaching down to curl his fingers over his length, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. ]
Bath it is.
[ hank drawls, before he shifts, turns around and actually leads him to the bathroom, his hand gripping his dick firmly. ]
( connor is capable of predicting billions upon billions of potential outcomes and the statistical likelihood of each, can process and assess these outcomes in a fraction of a second, but in a million years he never could have predicted that his day would end like this, with hank literally leading him out of the bedroom by the dick. it twitches in hank's hand, because he can't exactly deny that it's hot, and he follows after him closely. not like he has much of a choice, but he's eager enough that he stays close to hank and presses his hands flat against the man's back.
his palms spread over hank's shoulder blades, and once they enter the bathroom he slips them around to hank's chest instead, his own chest pressing up flush against hank's back as his fingers drag slowly down until they rest just south of his belly button. connor presses his palms flat against hank's lower abdomen, squeezing lightly but nothing else. his hips squirm a little, not quite bucking into hank's hand but a movement that indicates he really wants to.
he also wants to try dirty talk again. he thinks he might be better at it this time. )
Is this a fantasy of yours? ( from behind he has to lean up a little more than he normally would to murmur against hank's ear. he's on the balls of his feet, practically tip toes, but pressing his body up against hank's back balances him easily, and he ducks his head to press a kiss to hank's jaw. ) Penetrating me in your bathroom?
( still not quite a porno, but connor doesn't care. he moves back to hank's ear, grazing his lips over the lobe before he adds. )
How many places can we fuck on in here before you come inside me?
( that's more on the money. someone was clearly listening to the video in the background. )
connor is definitely right on the money there with the whole penetrating and how many places can they fuck thing, and hank groans, unable to help himself when connor so easily plasters himself against him.
he can feel it, the heat of his body, the muscles that ripple under his skin, biocomponents created to an unprecedented level of perfection. he turns his head to let connor's lips find his bearded jaw, and he shivers, grasping connor's hand to guide it to his own cock, full and heavy and ready to fuck him. he's shifting so that he can capture his mouth with his, the angle awkward but doable. ]
How many -- God, I hope everywhere. The counter, the shower, right up against that fuckin' door -- gonna fuck you on every flat surface I can find.
[ shit. shit, he said that they were going to get the dirty on in the bath, right? the way connor's going on right now, hank is sure as hell going to do it here and now. he's just as desperate and eager, lust pulsing with every beat of his heart. ]
Gonna fill you up until you're dripping with me, until you can't fuckin' walk straight --
( connor identifies all of hank's reactions in rapid time, hears the groan, feels the rumble in his chest, notes the incremental increase in perspiration, sees the slight raise in core temperature, jump of his pulse, flex of muscles... the list goes on and on, and connor saves the record of all of them, a tiny file tucked away in his memory core to be pulled out and reviewed at a later date. for now he's going to focus on what's actually happening, and that means pushing up higher on his toes so that he can capture hank's mouth.
there's no hesitance when hank guides a hand down to his cock. connor brings the other back up so that he can wrap it under his armpit and up to grasp his shoulder, using the anchor to lean up closer and kiss hank harder. there's nothing convenient about this, but he keeps going anyway. connor gives hank's cock a few slow, dragging strokes, and then he brings it down to the base and squeezes tight. might as well be a cock ring. )
I want you everywhere. ( he murmurs the words against hank's lips, and then reduces his craning a little, lowers slightly and mouths at hank's jaw instead. there's a beard obstructing his access of course, but connor still manages to bite gently before he moves to his neck, repeating the motion there as well.
he's not leaving marks like this, there's barely even any redness right as he moves away, but he works his way down to hank's shoulder before biting hard. he's mostly just curious about hank's reaction. ) What are you waiting for?
For you to take your paws off me so I can make that come true, you horny bastard.
[ hank gripes, but it's laced with dry humor and what is unmistakably warm affection, because yes, he wants this with every ounce of his horrible soul, he wants to give connor everything that he wants, however he wants it just to feel the tight clasp of his body against his, to be the one thing someone else could focus on. he wants to be the one to bring connor to completion again and again, to feel him lose control because apparently androids do that now.
and connor, of course, is being a tantalising little jerk, teasing him, drawing out every possible response, just about shorting out hank's brain and propelling him towards shameless, fierce lust. he hisses when connor bites, stiffening as a strong, intense pulse of arousal goes right to his cock, his heart pounding because oh, fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good, almost better than the cock ring connor just about fashions with his hand around his dick. surely he must feel it, how his cock just jumped, how he had come so, so close to coming all over the counter at just that bite. ]
Fuck -- that's -- do it again.
[ he's reaching behind him, kneading at his young lover's ass, pushing him up close so that connor can tuck his cock between his thighs in the meantime. ] So you wanna play first, that right...?
Do you think.. ( connor murmurs, pressing his lips sweetly to the spot where he just bit down. ) if I do this every time you're about to come...you could actually fuck me on every surface in here?
( connor learns quickly – previously this has been used in a range of scenarios, including ASL, advanced mathematically designed coding, chemical compositions and their relative reactive substances, knitting, rapid reassembly of a dismantled hand gun while being shot at, and cooking for a low cholesterol diet. now, apparently, it's dirty talk.
hank's reactions make connor smile against his skin, and he grinds his cock slowly against hank's ass, up against his thighs. he presses his lips to hank's skin and moans against it, low and deep and almost guttural. )
I want to learn all of the things that ellicit an arousal response–
( before hank can comment on him saying 'arousal response' right after 'can you fuck me all over this bathroom' connor's mouth is at a new spot on his shoulder, and he gives no warning before he bites down hard. it's maybe a little harder than the first, but he's using enough pressure to leave marks, maybe bruises, but not to puncture the skin. connor isn't going to draw blood to emphasise a point. )
if that means staying here a while, then yes I want to play first. If I can do all of the things you're thinking of right now when you're pinning me to a wall to penetrate me, then I'll want to move on to that.
[ arousal response, is he fucking -- hank is about to make a snarky response to that, but connor flawlessly, smoothly cuts him off at the pass. his words die in his throat, becomes a low, approving half-moan that hank is embarrassed to make when connor, having decided to be great at sex, decides to assault where hank's weakest.
he can feel the set of his teeth in his shoulder, welcome and wanted, the sudden, harder bite making him jerk as he runs through all available options. thinking is hard when all the blood is going to your cock, and hank braces himself against the counter, gripping the counter so tight his knuckles are turning white. ]
Do that, and I'll fuck you until you can't stand.
[ a tall promise, considering what connor is, but hank can out-stubborn a mule and it's sheer force of will that has him holding on as hard has he is now, so impossibly turned on by connor's words, how he lays out his own plans so smoothly, so sleekly that hank can't help but desire just about everything connor suggests.
god, he's so fucked. ]
Nngh. Then -- move on.
[ he's reluctantly shifting in his arms, even if he loves the feeling of connor's cock sliding between his thighs -- they'll need to revisit that again. ] We'll come back to this kinky thing later.
[ he tells him, because he hasn't had quite enough but his dick's getting cold without connor to sheath it properly, and he's turning around fully, extricating himself lightly from connor's hold, sporting two bite marks and proud of it, and backing him up against the wall, using his height to his advantage. he bares his teeth, dangerous and predatory, eyes gleaming and full of promise. ]
( if connor wanted to hold him there he probably could, even if it would be a struggle. but hank looms over him, and that's part of the appeal. connor could throw hank across the room, if he ever desired it, and yet he's allowing himself to be crowded up against a bathroom wall. by the man that was fucking his throat not too long ago, no less. it's thrilling, a flair of excitement tugging away inside of him at the space where a stomach would normally be. his head tips back against the wall and he looks up at hank with slightly parted lips, arms back against the wall and palms flat against the tiles.
his eyes shift to the bite marks, still prominently displayed on hank's shoulder, and his dick twitches at the sight. that was him. hank is his. it signals a slightly possessive streak that connor didn't know he had. nothing extreme, he's not going to ask hank to wear a collar, it's just....nice to see his own teeth marks on hank's shoulder, that's all. )
Do you think I'm not? ( he's still leaning back against the wall quite passively, accepting almost, but his chin tilts defiantly and his tone is all challenge, a fire in his eyes as he smirks up at hank. it's not like the man can break him, after all. ) Do your worst.
[ it's difficult to kiss him like this, and so hank just about effortlessly lifts him off his feet -- it's a far cry from hostility, no, his hands come up under his ass, lifting up to coax his legs right around his waist while using the wall as a support. hank isn't too old to not be able to fuck connor like this, and he notices the way those soft brown eyes slide to the bite marks he now sports, that perfect dick twitching when he sets eyes on those scars.
oh, connor, you kinky motherfucker.
he looks back at him now, sealing his mouth to his without a word, picking up the challenge because fuck if he's going to lose to a sassy android. after that searing, heated kiss, however, hank mutters, eyes dilated with pure lust and his words thick with want. ]
God, I really hope you got yourself a bigger asshole.
[ because he wants to fuck connor stupid, over and over again -- and not have to worry about all that thirium over the sheets. ]
( he imagines that if all those months back, when hank first grabbed connor and hauled him off the ground and against the wall, someone had told them both that this is where they would end up, neither of them would have believed there to be so much as a fraction of a chance. it's a pleasant thought, amusing enough that he sets a reminder to tell hank as much later on in the day – because it's funny, but not anywhere near funny enough to be worth breaking the mood that they've currently set.
connor has no need to breathe, as he reminds hank often, but he does it most of the time anyway and it's almost entirely for hank's benefit. connor doesn't really have a preference one way or another, but he's all too aware that hank finds it uncomfortably corpse-like when he's still and not breathing, and given their line of work it seems appropriate to avoid reminders of corpses in the home. he's breathing now, and as it turns out connor is actually quite grateful for that fact for an unexpected reason - because when hank lifts him up and shoves him back against the wall it knocks the air out of his lungs momentarily. and connor likes it.
( he sets another memo to himself, this one reminding him to keep his respiratory functions engaged during acts of a sexual nature in the future. )
his legs lock around hank's waist, ankles crossing and he uses the position to pull hank closer in to him. they're already about as close as they can get, but connor pulls anyway, crowding their hips and torsos into each other. enough that when he rocks his hips a little he can just about grind his cock against hank's stomach. he moans into the kiss, winding his arms up and around hank's neck to keep him close even when hank breaks the kiss. without the sensation of oxygen deprivation, his breathing doesn't come away from the kiss laboured like hank's – but connor's similar version of the same reaction is the irregularity of his breaths, stuttering on each inhale and exhale as his processors struggle to keep up. )
Did I not tell you? ( connor knows he didn't, for pretty much this exact reason. who doesn't love surprises, right? ) Upgraded and functional and definitely prepared for your...above average needs.
( and with that he rests his forehead against hank's, a small smile curving the corners of his mouth. )
[ i want you to ruin me, connor says, and hank is pretty positive that he's the one being entirely ruined. if people held records for the world's fastest boners this moment is probably going to be a solid contender. connor's breathing now, the fact that he's gasping when hank pushes him up there is as obvious as it is gratifying -- he knows that connor's switched it on for hank's benefit of late, and he's ever grateful for it.
he's grinding up against him now, the pouch of his stomach rubbing up against connor's dick, and not for the first time he marvels at how real it feels, how warm and hard and oh, he's practically about to drip. hank's smile is feral as he presses his forehead right back to his younger lover's, breathing heavily and catching himself because while connor doesn't need to breathe, hank definitely does, and god he could do this forever, just kissing, kissing and kissing that sinfully delightful mouth.
hank groans, low and soft, shifting only to line their dicks up proper so he can wrap his fist around them both, encouraging connor to buck into it while he braces them both, keeping a steady hold on him. he's been feeling stronger these days, what with the eventual weaning of the alcohol and the uptake of physical exercises, and he can't wait to show off to connor, because look, he can satisfy a lover, too.
his grin is wolfish, sharp and predatory, and he's biting softly at his lower lip, fisting both their cocks slickly, thumbing over the head of connor's dick to tease at the slit. ]
( it doesn't take much encouragement at all, connor is almost immediately thrusting upwards into hank's fist and he hums loudly in his throat as his cock slides up against hank's and into his tight grip all at once. the hum becomes an actual sound when a thumb drags along the head of his cock, connor groaning loudly as he tries to buck his hips up into his hand and the thumb harder.
his head drops back again, hitting the wall with a thud solid enough that it probably would have been cause to stop if he were human. as it is he just winces momentarily and moves on, sliding one hand up into hank's hair and using the leverage to pull him in to kiss again. his hips snap up rhythmically with hank's fist, until it isn't enough anymore and then he's trying to fuck up into the grip faster. )
Hank, come on. ( he vibrates, an odd little full body tremor that only lasts a second, but connor doesn't seem to notice the response at all. he just writhes against hank's body, digging his heels in insistently into the man's back and tightening his other arm around hank's shoulders until there's as little space between their body as he can leverage at this angle. ) I thought you were going to fuck me until I couldn't stand.
[ there's something really, really satisfying about seeing this other side of connor, when the veneer of dispassionate neutrality is stripped away and this becomes his true face. connor gives himself over to desire and lust, base instincts -- and yet how beautiful it is on him -- and hank finds that he can never have enough.
connor is only like this with him, needy and demanding, and he's grunting softly, spreading his asscheeks open a little further to push two fingers first inside of him. connor is clinging, insistent, and he's turning his head to nuzzle him, working to temper that impatience.
it's flattering, really, to know that connor wants him this much, but hank needs to make sure that connor isn't hurt by this, either. he's slowing down, forcing connor to slow with soft orders murmured against his lips, and he kisses him, slow and lazy, before he starts to gradually, thoroughly fingerfuck that tight, sweet little ass. ]
Jeez, you're impatient. [ he tells him heatedly, nipping at his bottom lip. ] Can't you just take my fingers first? Gotta get you prepped properly.
( hank is right. bigger asshole and self-lubing capabilities are all well and good, but some measure of stretching first is the preferred method of use – he read as much in the manual handed to him dutifully by the embarrassed ( human ) employee tasked with handling connor's request. he doesn't really want to have to explain why he requires repairs on a specially modified component, particularly not when it's only due to connor's neediness.
but it gets hank's fingers his his ass at least, so that's something of a win. in this position it's hard for connor to speed up the pace very much, particularly when hank is actively trying to drag this out as much as possible. he's forced to slow down, to take hank's fingers deeper, and it's torture. )
Your fingers don't fill me up like your cock. ( connor literally moans the last word, because if being pinned against the wall and at hank's mercy is going to stop him from speeding the pace up himself, he's absolutely willing to shift tactics and try to play dirty, to see if he can provoke hank into faster actions instead. ) Please, I need it. Please.
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his bottom jaw drops, mouth hanging open and loose, and his head is tilted just enough that he can still raise his eyes to watch hank. which is exactly what he does, eyes fixed through his lashes on the man as he feels his cock touch his lips. he stretches his mouth open a little wider, still quite passive as hank guides his cock into connor's mouth. he accommodates but he doesn't act, not just yet.
his hands slip back away from hank's crotch, moving to his thighs instead, and when he digs his fingers in this time there's a slight bite of the nails there against his skin. not enough to break, just to leave little temporary half moon indents across each leg.
he chooses that moment to drop forward, taking in all of hank's cock and pressing his nose into the man's pubes. warning messages and errors immediately start flashing to warn him of a foreign object blocking his oesophageal component, but he dismisses them without reading further. instead he just sits there, throat flexing slightly as he adjusts to the sensation. )
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-- connor is dropping forward to take even more of him, nose pressing into the coarse hair of his pubes, deepthroating him and he's so turned on by this that he almost comes. a part of him wants to pull back, wants to ask about his fucking gag reflex when he realizes that that's only what humans have. connor -- well, connor's fucking not one, and he's ridiculously, sinfully good at this, his throat pulsing around his cock like a warm, slick cunt just eager to milk every drop of cum out of him. ]
God, fuck --
[ he curses, his hand coming to curl in connor's hair, gently tugging before he's slowly jerking his hips, eyes lidding. his android partner on his knees, so strikingly beautiful and eager for his cock, of all things, and hank can't bring himself to deny him any of it. and so he growls, low and soft, after a long minute or so: ]
Suck.
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connor likes it.
he reaches up a hand until it rests over hank's, curled in his hair – then he tightens his grip around hank's hand until he can encourage the man's fingers to grip tighter. and he grips tight, and with hank's hand he yanks his own hair, hard and sharp enough that the pain receptors in his skull light up in his UI. it's hard enough to jerk connor's head back at least half an inch, hard enough that the lubricant that allows his eyes to move within their components starts to form in the corners of his eyes, a tiny drop of excess fluid escaping and resting on his cheek.
now he's just looking up at hank, eyes wide and practically innocent even with his lips stretched wide around the dick in his mouth. he just keeps looking at him, eyes fixed, head moving forward again to capture the length that he'd lost yanking his own head with hank's hand. and then he ever so kindly complies with the newest instruction – the objective appeared in his vision the moment hank spoke and now hovers somewhere near his face " TASK: suck hank's cock " – and connor hollows out his cheeks.
his respiratory drive is online again, so he uses the protocol meant for simulating a regular breathing pattern, and there's something incredibly satisfying about using cyberlife codes in such a depraved manner. he sucks, gentle at first but quickly increasing the pressure, and hank's grip makes bobbing his head hard but he still manages to dip back and forward in tiny little increments, tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock. )
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it goes right to his cock, too, together with a lick of concern, but it rapidly dissipates into full-blown lust and holy fucking shit is he really doing this right now when connor gets rough -- or rather, makes it clear that he wants it rough. hank protests, the words half-gone with connor just about yanks his own hair with hank's hand and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket from there.
the tears in his eyes, down his cheek unlocks the worst, darkest, deepest part of him, the depravity that he keeps stowed away because you just don't do that with people, but the innocence in his gaze coupled with that gesture sets everything in him alight, and hank leans forward, leaking more pre-cum into that sinfully delicious mouth. ]
Oh, you like that, don'tcha?
[ he's thrusting into his mouth, but he's yanking at him now, following just what connor had shown him, tugging on his hair, pulling him back and surging forward, hips thrusting into his mouth as he fucks that beautiful face with low, savage grunts, letting connor suck him off whenever he gets a proper grip. god, but he's lost, he's so damn lost with this insufferably gorgeous creature and he's going to die with his dick in connor's mouth.
and really, right now, he doesn't care. ]
Good. Fuckin' -- yeah, that's good, Connor.
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there isn't supposed to be an object like this inside connor's version of a throat. the head of his cock presses against the smooth wall of an internal compartment and the approximation of muscles along his throat flutter and flex as they adjust to accomodate the intrusion. connor swallows, and he wonders briefly if the fluid inside his mouth that keeps his analysis components clean and protected has started to leak out of his mouth yet.
he only relents when hank yanks harshly on his hair and starts thrusting into his mouth. it's hard to maintain suction like this, so he settles for tightening his lips and rolling his tongue against hank's cock, thick and heavy in his mouth. when he moans it vibrates through his throat and mouth, muffled by the cock thrusting into his lips.
he drops a hand from hank's thigh and presses his palm flat against his crotch. he doesn't do much else, just lays a flat hand against the crotch of his pants and rolls his hips in slow, small little jerks that almost line up with hank's thrusts into his mouth. )
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he can't, not yet, and he groans his reluctance, grasping his own dick and pulling back out of him, watching that string of saliva from mouth to cock, how slick and wet he is, mixed with pre-cum and whatever makes up the components in connor's mouth. ]
'm close.
[ he rumbles a warning, and he doesn't intend to come, at least not until connor's had his pleasure yet. there are arguments that his pleasure should come first, probably, being human and all, but hank finds that he is going to have choice words for whatever unfortunate asshole decides to put forth that opinion. ]
Come up, Connor.
[ he says softly, his words thick and gravelly, his eyes gone dark with profound arousal. he's flicking the video off as he rises with him, cock bouncing and so stiff he could probably hold up shit with it. ]
Wanna know who I was really getting off to?
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connor doesn't stand until hank tells him to, not because he was waiting for the instruction but because it brings him back to the present, to what he just said – 'm close – and connor smiles as he quickly stands up along with hank. he's a bit of a mess, there's that mix of saliva-like fluid and precum leaking at the corners of his mouth, streaks from his eyes down to his cheeks, and his hair is everywhere. connor doesn't seem to care much, he just steps in until he can feel hank's dick pressing solidly against his stomach. )
Tell me.
( he responds, and then pretty swiftly leans in until his lips are brushing hank's neck. he runs his tongue lightly along roughly half an inch of the artery gently pulsing there, and then he moves lower until he hits the point where neck becomes shoulder. his teeth dig in lightly, and then connor sucks until he can be sure a mark will show up. and at that thought, he smiles against hank's skin. )
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[ he tells him gruffly, startled when connor takes advantage of him to press his mouth to his neck, to suck a lovebite right there. he knows exactly what the younger one's doing, and in response he simply picks him up, hefts him into his arms and coaxes his legs around him as he steps toward the bed to finish the job.
he'll never forget the sight in a hurry; connor with his mouth parted, lips almost bruised with how hard hank had been shoving his cock down his throat, his palm on his dick, knelt before him like he wanted to worship hank. and god connor's going to be the fucking death of him.
he's hissing softly, feeling the weight of him in his arms. he's heavy, but it's nothing hank can't manage, even as he presses him back against the pillows and over the covers, a hand cradling the back of his head. it's intimate, surprising gentle for the filth he'd just been indulging in. ]
I was thinking of fucking you. Opening you up and bending you over that pool. Get you to make those sweet, pretty noises again.
[ he drawls, but not before giving his ass a pinch. ] You wanna mark me up that badly, or did you just watch one of those vampire movies again, you bastard?
[ yes, he totally felt that smile. ]
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android muscles don't get sore – he could have theoretically stayed in that position all night – but it does feel nice to stretch himself out fully against the bed sheets. it feels nicer when hank brushes his hand over the back of his head, and that's what motivates connor to grab the collar of hank's shirt and tug him down for a kiss, slow and soft and gentle, and everything that their previous act wasn't. )
Can't it be both? ( he asks, smiling again and reaching up a hand to press his finger gently against the slowly forming bruise. ) No one will see it, if you wear reasonable clothes to work.
( he's just saying.
connor jerks his hips lightly at the pinch, but it's only a matter of time before his palm is back over his crotch and he's grinding up against it with a lazy, languid pace. he looks at hank, with that same wide eyed expression that he had worn when hank's cock had been stretching his lips almost to their limit. now he's softly settled between pillows, all but humping his own hand. )
If you were thinking about it, why not do it? ( his question is perfectly innocent still, playing up this whole unaware virgin thing a little more now. it honestly wasn't intentional at first, but now that he's getting more into this it's coming a little more naturally. he's still coming out with "i want to perform fellatio on you", but it's better than two weeks prior. miles better, if they're both being honest.
he keeps one hand over his crotch, but the other is free to drag up his own chest, lingering briefly as his fingers brush over the thirium pump regulator in the centre of his chest. it lingers there, grazing lightly around the place where it rests flat in his chest. ) Open me up, bend me over. I'm yours.
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[ hank asks him with a huff, more entertained than pissed. he's noticed it, hank getting more and more up in his business, being comfortable enough with hank to come nosing around. hank tells him to fuck off from time to time, really -- but he doesn't mind. it's been a long, long time since he's had someone, and connor is a lovely companion, one he wouldn't trade in for the world.
he's kissing him deeply now, again and again, licking into his mouth because he can't have enough of him. it had taken a little getting used to, kissing connor, but now he's addicted to the feeling of it, knowing that he's the one who will just about overload all his systems and synapses. he's feeling connor grind against him, and connor is lovely like this, soft and innocent and everything hank wants to defile, his cock jumping at the sight of him stroking himself.
he takes a page out of connor's book now, unbuttoning his shirt. his mouth comes to lave at a nipple, taking it into his mouth the way connor's always fancied with his (hank likes it, by the way, it makes him crazy), and his hand comes to rest over connor's, too, right over the pump regulator. connor's not normal, he's not human, but nevermind that -- he's special, too, especially when he says i'm yours and hank swears his heart skipped a beat, then. ]
Huh, you got better at the dirty talk.
[ he teases, unbuckling connor's trousers, tugging it down his hips to free his cock, to see him properly. ] We don't have a pool, for one. Unless you're angling for shower sex.
[ hank really, really likes shower sex. ]
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he's still grinding away when hank gets his shirt open, runs his tongue over a nipple, and the combined sensations pulls a soft and satisfied sigh from his lips. his eyes slip shut and his head falls back, setting a slow pace with his hip movements. and when hank touches the skin over his pump there's another sigh, this one a little needier than the first. but he can be patient, really. )
They're your words, figured that means you would like them. ( he points out, one eye opening when hank finally removes his pants. he wiggles his hips a little to help the process, moving his hand up and stretching both arms over his head instead. laying it all out for hank to see. ) Would you like that? I'm aware of a number of options that would work with your bathroom layout. Bent over the tub, maybe, like the video. Or we could lie down in the bath, and there's always against a wall. Any of these have a high rate of successful intercourse.
( now that's more like it. )
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gods, he sounds so good, so needy, like he's dying to have him even though hank knows better -- connor doesn't, but at least they can pretend. he eyes his dick, admiring it and reaching down to curl his fingers over his length, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. ]
Bath it is.
[ hank drawls, before he shifts, turns around and actually leads him to the bathroom, his hand gripping his dick firmly. ]
Wanna see your face when you come.
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his palms spread over hank's shoulder blades, and once they enter the bathroom he slips them around to hank's chest instead, his own chest pressing up flush against hank's back as his fingers drag slowly down until they rest just south of his belly button. connor presses his palms flat against hank's lower abdomen, squeezing lightly but nothing else. his hips squirm a little, not quite bucking into hank's hand but a movement that indicates he really wants to.
he also wants to try dirty talk again. he thinks he might be better at it this time. )
Is this a fantasy of yours? ( from behind he has to lean up a little more than he normally would to murmur against hank's ear. he's on the balls of his feet, practically tip toes, but pressing his body up against hank's back balances him easily, and he ducks his head to press a kiss to hank's jaw. ) Penetrating me in your bathroom?
( still not quite a porno, but connor doesn't care. he moves back to hank's ear, grazing his lips over the lobe before he adds. )
How many places can we fuck on in here before you come inside me?
( that's more on the money. someone was clearly listening to the video in the background. )
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connor is definitely right on the money there with the whole penetrating and how many places can they fuck thing, and hank groans, unable to help himself when connor so easily plasters himself against him.
he can feel it, the heat of his body, the muscles that ripple under his skin, biocomponents created to an unprecedented level of perfection. he turns his head to let connor's lips find his bearded jaw, and he shivers, grasping connor's hand to guide it to his own cock, full and heavy and ready to fuck him. he's shifting so that he can capture his mouth with his, the angle awkward but doable. ]
How many -- God, I hope everywhere. The counter, the shower, right up against that fuckin' door -- gonna fuck you on every flat surface I can find.
[ shit. shit, he said that they were going to get the dirty on in the bath, right? the way connor's going on right now, hank is sure as hell going to do it here and now. he's just as desperate and eager, lust pulsing with every beat of his heart. ]
Gonna fill you up until you're dripping with me, until you can't fuckin' walk straight --
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there's no hesitance when hank guides a hand down to his cock. connor brings the other back up so that he can wrap it under his armpit and up to grasp his shoulder, using the anchor to lean up closer and kiss hank harder. there's nothing convenient about this, but he keeps going anyway. connor gives hank's cock a few slow, dragging strokes, and then he brings it down to the base and squeezes tight. might as well be a cock ring. )
I want you everywhere. ( he murmurs the words against hank's lips, and then reduces his craning a little, lowers slightly and mouths at hank's jaw instead. there's a beard obstructing his access of course, but connor still manages to bite gently before he moves to his neck, repeating the motion there as well.
he's not leaving marks like this, there's barely even any redness right as he moves away, but he works his way down to hank's shoulder before biting hard. he's mostly just curious about hank's reaction. ) What are you waiting for?
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[ hank gripes, but it's laced with dry humor and what is unmistakably warm affection, because yes, he wants this with every ounce of his horrible soul, he wants to give connor everything that he wants, however he wants it just to feel the tight clasp of his body against his, to be the one thing someone else could focus on. he wants to be the one to bring connor to completion again and again, to feel him lose control because apparently androids do that now.
and connor, of course, is being a tantalising little jerk, teasing him, drawing out every possible response, just about shorting out hank's brain and propelling him towards shameless, fierce lust. he hisses when connor bites, stiffening as a strong, intense pulse of arousal goes right to his cock, his heart pounding because oh, fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good, almost better than the cock ring connor just about fashions with his hand around his dick. surely he must feel it, how his cock just jumped, how he had come so, so close to coming all over the counter at just that bite. ]
Fuck -- that's -- do it again.
[ he's reaching behind him, kneading at his young lover's ass, pushing him up close so that connor can tuck his cock between his thighs in the meantime. ] So you wanna play first, that right...?
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( connor learns quickly – previously this has been used in a range of scenarios, including ASL, advanced mathematically designed coding, chemical compositions and their relative reactive substances, knitting, rapid reassembly of a dismantled hand gun while being shot at, and cooking for a low cholesterol diet. now, apparently, it's dirty talk.
hank's reactions make connor smile against his skin, and he grinds his cock slowly against hank's ass, up against his thighs. he presses his lips to hank's skin and moans against it, low and deep and almost guttural. )
I want to learn all of the things that ellicit an arousal response–
( before hank can comment on him saying 'arousal response' right after 'can you fuck me all over this bathroom' connor's mouth is at a new spot on his shoulder, and he gives no warning before he bites down hard. it's maybe a little harder than the first, but he's using enough pressure to leave marks, maybe bruises, but not to puncture the skin. connor isn't going to draw blood to emphasise a point. )
if that means staying here a while, then yes I want to play first. If I can do all of the things you're thinking of right now when you're pinning me to a wall to penetrate me, then I'll want to move on to that.
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he can feel the set of his teeth in his shoulder, welcome and wanted, the sudden, harder bite making him jerk as he runs through all available options. thinking is hard when all the blood is going to your cock, and hank braces himself against the counter, gripping the counter so tight his knuckles are turning white. ]
Do that, and I'll fuck you until you can't stand.
[ a tall promise, considering what connor is, but hank can out-stubborn a mule and it's sheer force of will that has him holding on as hard has he is now, so impossibly turned on by connor's words, how he lays out his own plans so smoothly, so sleekly that hank can't help but desire just about everything connor suggests.
god, he's so fucked. ]
Nngh. Then -- move on.
[ he's reluctantly shifting in his arms, even if he loves the feeling of connor's cock sliding between his thighs -- they'll need to revisit that again. ] We'll come back to this kinky thing later.
[ he tells him, because he hasn't had quite enough but his dick's getting cold without connor to sheath it properly, and he's turning around fully, extricating himself lightly from connor's hold, sporting two bite marks and proud of it, and backing him up against the wall, using his height to his advantage. he bares his teeth, dangerous and predatory, eyes gleaming and full of promise. ]
Let's play, sweetheart. I hope you're ready.
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his eyes shift to the bite marks, still prominently displayed on hank's shoulder, and his dick twitches at the sight. that was him. hank is his. it signals a slightly possessive streak that connor didn't know he had. nothing extreme, he's not going to ask hank to wear a collar, it's just....nice to see his own teeth marks on hank's shoulder, that's all. )
Do you think I'm not? ( he's still leaning back against the wall quite passively, accepting almost, but his chin tilts defiantly and his tone is all challenge, a fire in his eyes as he smirks up at hank. it's not like the man can break him, after all. ) Do your worst.
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oh, connor, you kinky motherfucker.
he looks back at him now, sealing his mouth to his without a word, picking up the challenge because fuck if he's going to lose to a sassy android. after that searing, heated kiss, however, hank mutters, eyes dilated with pure lust and his words thick with want. ]
God, I really hope you got yourself a bigger asshole.
[ because he wants to fuck connor stupid, over and over again -- and not have to worry about all that thirium over the sheets. ]
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connor has no need to breathe, as he reminds hank often, but he does it most of the time anyway and it's almost entirely for hank's benefit. connor doesn't really have a preference one way or another, but he's all too aware that hank finds it uncomfortably corpse-like when he's still and not breathing, and given their line of work it seems appropriate to avoid reminders of corpses in the home. he's breathing now, and as it turns out connor is actually quite grateful for that fact for an unexpected reason - because when hank lifts him up and shoves him back against the wall it knocks the air out of his lungs momentarily. and connor likes it.
( he sets another memo to himself, this one reminding him to keep his respiratory functions engaged during acts of a sexual nature in the future. )
his legs lock around hank's waist, ankles crossing and he uses the position to pull hank closer in to him. they're already about as close as they can get, but connor pulls anyway, crowding their hips and torsos into each other. enough that when he rocks his hips a little he can just about grind his cock against hank's stomach. he moans into the kiss, winding his arms up and around hank's neck to keep him close even when hank breaks the kiss. without the sensation of oxygen deprivation, his breathing doesn't come away from the kiss laboured like hank's – but connor's similar version of the same reaction is the irregularity of his breaths, stuttering on each inhale and exhale as his processors struggle to keep up. )
Did I not tell you? ( connor knows he didn't, for pretty much this exact reason. who doesn't love surprises, right? ) Upgraded and functional and definitely prepared for your...above average needs.
( and with that he rests his forehead against hank's, a small smile curving the corners of his mouth. )
I want you to ruin me.
( how's that for dirty talk, hank. )
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he's grinding up against him now, the pouch of his stomach rubbing up against connor's dick, and not for the first time he marvels at how real it feels, how warm and hard and oh, he's practically about to drip. hank's smile is feral as he presses his forehead right back to his younger lover's, breathing heavily and catching himself because while connor doesn't need to breathe, hank definitely does, and god he could do this forever, just kissing, kissing and kissing that sinfully delightful mouth.
hank groans, low and soft, shifting only to line their dicks up proper so he can wrap his fist around them both, encouraging connor to buck into it while he braces them both, keeping a steady hold on him. he's been feeling stronger these days, what with the eventual weaning of the alcohol and the uptake of physical exercises, and he can't wait to show off to connor, because look, he can satisfy a lover, too.
his grin is wolfish, sharp and predatory, and he's biting softly at his lower lip, fisting both their cocks slickly, thumbing over the head of connor's dick to tease at the slit. ]
Shut up and take me inside, you kinky fucker.
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his head drops back again, hitting the wall with a thud solid enough that it probably would have been cause to stop if he were human. as it is he just winces momentarily and moves on, sliding one hand up into hank's hair and using the leverage to pull him in to kiss again. his hips snap up rhythmically with hank's fist, until it isn't enough anymore and then he's trying to fuck up into the grip faster. )
Hank, come on. ( he vibrates, an odd little full body tremor that only lasts a second, but connor doesn't seem to notice the response at all. he just writhes against hank's body, digging his heels in insistently into the man's back and tightening his other arm around hank's shoulders until there's as little space between their body as he can leverage at this angle. ) I thought you were going to fuck me until I couldn't stand.
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connor is only like this with him, needy and demanding, and he's grunting softly, spreading his asscheeks open a little further to push two fingers first inside of him. connor is clinging, insistent, and he's turning his head to nuzzle him, working to temper that impatience.
it's flattering, really, to know that connor wants him this much, but hank needs to make sure that connor isn't hurt by this, either. he's slowing down, forcing connor to slow with soft orders murmured against his lips, and he kisses him, slow and lazy, before he starts to gradually, thoroughly fingerfuck that tight, sweet little ass. ]
Jeez, you're impatient. [ he tells him heatedly, nipping at his bottom lip. ] Can't you just take my fingers first? Gotta get you prepped properly.
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but it gets hank's fingers his his ass at least, so that's something of a win. in this position it's hard for connor to speed up the pace very much, particularly when hank is actively trying to drag this out as much as possible. he's forced to slow down, to take hank's fingers deeper, and it's torture. )
Your fingers don't fill me up like your cock. ( connor literally moans the last word, because if being pinned against the wall and at hank's mercy is going to stop him from speeding the pace up himself, he's absolutely willing to shift tactics and try to play dirty, to see if he can provoke hank into faster actions instead. ) Please, I need it. Please.
( yeah, impatient isn't the half of it. )
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