( 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.
[ connor has to relate that story to hank sometime, because that shit is hilarious. hank is growing used to the weirdness that comes with an android lover/bedpartner/whatever they're calling it -- things are relatively easy if hank doesn't think too hard on it, or mull too long on how connor will one day leave, all the same, because one day hank will let him down, too. but today, today the only thing that matters is having him in his arms, seeing him so eager and wanting that he doesn't care for those fingers and intends to make a beeline for his dick instead.
it's flattering, how thirsty connor is for his cock, and he can't help but huff a soft chuckle and lean up to kiss him in a bid to take the edge off. it's a good look on connor, this intensity, this eagerness, how he sheds his composure by the wayside to demand more, and that moan, oh, fuck, that moan just about wrapped itself around his cock and squeezed, the way connor does it. that spike in arousal is sure to be picked up on, and hank sure as hell does as he asks for the first time in, well, ever.
he's pulling his fingers out now, grasping himself before pushing into him with a low groan, his heart pounding as he feels the familiar tightness, the resistance before the delicious, irresistible give of him, when he's sliding inside connor again and everything else falls by the wayside.
he's inside him again, joined, and in this instance connor is just about capable of playing him so easily -- provoking haste, the undeniable spike of arousal and desire. he's burying his face in his neck, stifling another groan, gripping connor tighter to keep from coming too early. oh, shit, shit -- ]
( the synthetic muscles that make up his anal component are designed to emulate a relatively human-like reaction, so when hank replace his fingers with his cock it resists, and resists, and then a moment later there is a very distinctive feeling of a give that allows hank to slide in much further.
when that give happens, connor lets out a sound that is so incredibly inhuman that he doesn't even really know what it is. there's definitely a whine and buzz from his vocal component, a whirring in his chest as fans suddenly ramp up in an attempt to bring down connor's internal temperature, and something inside of him definitely makes a sound a lot like a crackle. meanwhile his face is so blissed out, jaw slack and mouth rounded in an 'O' shape as his head rests back against the wall.
it's a lot easier to just enjoy this when he isn't having to rip parts out of his stomach just to get hank's dick in, funnily enough. )
Ha–ank, ( his voice stutters around the name, and connor grasps for the back of his neck to quickly pull him closer, tipping his head back and exposing the full length of his neck to the man. ) Hank, Hank.So good.
[ he loves the resistance of it, the way it seems to deny hank but not quite, and the inevitable give of him makes him sigh -- reminds him that connor's body is yielding to him, which brings an incredible, wonderful rush that makes him shudder and tighten his hold around him.
he doesn't hesitate, so charmed by the noises he makes -- at this point, hank is surely learning how to categorise them, and this is definitely in the realm of 'i'm loving this and you need to keep fucking me or i'll scream'. he loves that connor desires him so, that he would want him this much. it's a humbling thing, to be sure, and his other hand comes to stroke up connor's back to sooth, murmuring sweet nothigns to his young lover before his mouth hungrily finds the tantalising line of his neck, pressing heated kisses and soft bites to it. he would devour him, he thinks hungrily; take everything until there's nothing left.
he pulls out almost completely at first before he thrusts back in a little harder, testing him, seeing if he's ready. he goes slow but deliberate, sucking a soft lovebite at the hollow of his throat. ]
( connor is ready. he's so ready it hurts, and he takes everything hank is giving him eagerly and without hesitation. hank pulls out and connor arches his back. hank thrusts harder and connor rocks his hips to meet him. hank sucks at the synthetic skin on his neck and connor just tips his head back further, exposes more.
if he could expose everything to hank he would, but this will do for now. he cards his fingers through hank's hair slowly a few times, gentle caresses, and then he closes his fist around the hair and tugs gently. and then a little more insistently. he's not tugging hank away from his neck, just tugging aimlessly and following by pushing him back into the smooth expanse again. )
No, not like that. ( he murmurs, grinding his hips down as much as he can manage from his position pinned against the wall. ) I asked you to ruin me.
[ shit. connor's filthy and they both know it. he's grinding down with him and hank's knees almost buckle with how sexy he is. god, but everything in him wants to make him cry out and whimper and moan right now, and he's hungry when he bites down on him again and again, careful not to do it too hard even though it won't hurt him. after all, his chassis is pretty solid.
so he's sucking another lovebite, idly rolling his hips before drawing out shallowly, thrusting back in. he's lengthening it, drawing it out for connor's benefit, and his breath catches as he grins. ]
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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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it's flattering, how thirsty connor is for his cock, and he can't help but huff a soft chuckle and lean up to kiss him in a bid to take the edge off. it's a good look on connor, this intensity, this eagerness, how he sheds his composure by the wayside to demand more, and that moan, oh, fuck, that moan just about wrapped itself around his cock and squeezed, the way connor does it. that spike in arousal is sure to be picked up on, and hank sure as hell does as he asks for the first time in, well, ever.
he's pulling his fingers out now, grasping himself before pushing into him with a low groan, his heart pounding as he feels the familiar tightness, the resistance before the delicious, irresistible give of him, when he's sliding inside connor again and everything else falls by the wayside.
he's inside him again, joined, and in this instance connor is just about capable of playing him so easily -- provoking haste, the undeniable spike of arousal and desire. he's burying his face in his neck, stifling another groan, gripping connor tighter to keep from coming too early. oh, shit, shit -- ]
You feel --
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when that give happens, connor lets out a sound that is so incredibly inhuman that he doesn't even really know what it is. there's definitely a whine and buzz from his vocal component, a whirring in his chest as fans suddenly ramp up in an attempt to bring down connor's internal temperature, and something inside of him definitely makes a sound a lot like a crackle. meanwhile his face is so blissed out, jaw slack and mouth rounded in an 'O' shape as his head rests back against the wall.
it's a lot easier to just enjoy this when he isn't having to rip parts out of his stomach just to get hank's dick in, funnily enough. )
Ha–ank, ( his voice stutters around the name, and connor grasps for the back of his neck to quickly pull him closer, tipping his head back and exposing the full length of his neck to the man. ) Hank, Hank.So good.
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he doesn't hesitate, so charmed by the noises he makes -- at this point, hank is surely learning how to categorise them, and this is definitely in the realm of 'i'm loving this and you need to keep fucking me or i'll scream'. he loves that connor desires him so, that he would want him this much. it's a humbling thing, to be sure, and his other hand comes to stroke up connor's back to sooth, murmuring sweet nothigns to his young lover before his mouth hungrily finds the tantalising line of his neck, pressing heated kisses and soft bites to it. he would devour him, he thinks hungrily; take everything until there's nothing left.
he pulls out almost completely at first before he thrusts back in a little harder, testing him, seeing if he's ready. he goes slow but deliberate, sucking a soft lovebite at the hollow of his throat. ]
Like this?
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if he could expose everything to hank he would, but this will do for now. he cards his fingers through hank's hair slowly a few times, gentle caresses, and then he closes his fist around the hair and tugs gently. and then a little more insistently. he's not tugging hank away from his neck, just tugging aimlessly and following by pushing him back into the smooth expanse again. )
No, not like that. ( he murmurs, grinding his hips down as much as he can manage from his position pinned against the wall. ) I asked you to ruin me.
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so he's sucking another lovebite, idly rolling his hips before drawing out shallowly, thrusting back in. he's lengthening it, drawing it out for connor's benefit, and his breath catches as he grins. ]
Tell me how. I'll fuckin' wreck you, boy.