[ ok, despite the weirdness, hank has to admit that he's kind of enjoying it. it's sort of hot, for one, and hank learns that the yellow rapid flashing of his LED is not because he's upset, but because he's impossibly turned on by it. looking over his shoulder to confirm his hypothesis, hank brushes slow, lazy kisses over his shoulder, the line of his jaw. ]
Aww, look at you. Your dick's so hard I bet I could make you come just from this.
[ the older man tells him smugly, and everything about his tone is pleased that he's discovered another of connor's kinks. he can feel it, the whirring and buzzing, the soft static like electricity licking up his skin. a part of him wonders if he's going to be electrocuted, but decides that he'll take that chance. what'll it hurt, right? at worst, he dies wire-molesting his lover. at best, he gives him a fantastic time.
he catches his gaze in the mirror now, fascinated by his reaction. he hooks another wire, gently tucking it back in and rubbing harder at another set of them, pressing lightly against another circuit. ]
It hasn't happened because I wasn't the one doing it. That right?
( connor scowls in response, but it's kind of hard to take the look seriously when it's cut off short by an expression that's nothing short of orgasmic. hank rubs at something and connor's eyelids flutter shut again, mouth dropping into an 'o' and he shudders right through his entire body. he has to wonder if hank might be right. right now it definitely feels that some fiddling at his wires and parts is all it'll take to tip him over the edge.
connor reaches blindly behind him for hank's free hand, eyes still closed when he finds a section of the man's arm. he slides his hand down until he can lace his fingers through hank's, and as he brings hank's arm to curl around his front and presses into his chest connor squeezes his hand tightly. he just wants to hold him, feel the arm wrapped around his body. it's reassuring, the reminder of hank's presence right here with him. )
I always go into stasis, I've never been awaakee–, ( connor's reply is cut short with a whine that trails off into higher and higher pitches. he's always had some slightly odd vocalisations during sex, but it's usually at least an even split. now it's all coming out as strange, robotic noises that are undeniably not human. he's panting though, breathing hard and heavy through shuddering breaths. his respiratory drive is still activated, but it clearly can't cope with the rate connor's muscles are contracting and relaxing, resulting in the laboured breathing that's usually reserved for humans.
connor has always had to simulate breathing like that, has done it during sex once or twice when hank has complained about the injustice of his own shuddering breaths next to connor's utter lack of inhale or exhale. this is entirely involuntary though, and he squeezes hank's hand again. ) Okay, yes, it's good– it's really good, Hank. I don't– just...keep going.
[ hank breathes now, low and quiet as he registers that undeniable pleasure. as much of an asshole as he is, hank doesn't have the heart to deny his enjoyment of this -- hell, he loves that connor is so damn reactive; it's clearly much more intense than what they've been doing up until now. a lesser man, he supposes, would have been much more insecure, at least hank is something of a better man that that.
he's twining his fingers with his without hesitation, wordlessly tender when he senses that profound, pure need to be held. and so he holds him close, pressing up against him so that he can feel his presence. ]
I've got you.
[ he says again, more to reassure and remind than anything else, wanting him to know that he would always have his back, that he would never leave him vulnerable -- that's not the way they do things. he hears it, those unfamiliar, strange little sounds, but then connor is panting, having somehow activated his breathing program again, and his mouth finds the side of his neck, pressing kisses to soothe him, to remind him to come back to himself. ]
All right, all right. What's next?
[ he dials it down on the mind-numbing pleasure first, wanting to get things right before he goes to town on all these wires -- who would've thought that one day he'd actually find this sexy? who would've thought that one day, he'd have an android for a lover? ]
( connor takes a minute to really wind down from the intensely heady place he had jumped to with hank's hand in his wires. it's..interesting, a little intimidating, mostly just confusing. his arm muscles twitch a little as electric impulses finish running through his system, another few twitches at the synthetic muscle running across his shoulder blade. one along the side of his neck, more of a flutter than a twitch.
strange as it might seem, it's when connor stops breathing that things really return to normal.
the respiratory function had been left off intentionally, it would have caused movements that would interfere with hank's tasks, but a few systems had been activated while hank had rubbed away at his wires and breathing was one of them. he should find the others, but it's nothing obvious enough to cause concern, so he'll just...return to that later. )
It's... ( he's back, but connor is still a little scattered, and he squeezes hank's hand as he pulls himself back together. ) The small white box, it's a replacement T3 vertebrae. The compartment between my shoulders, you'll be able to see the one that needs changing, it's already loose. You literally just pull the old one out and slot the new one in. Like a CD.
( look at him, making old timey references hank will understand. )
[ hank echoes dryly, eyeing him in the mirror as he goes slow, taking care to be gentle but firm, taking his time with him to allow connor to stabilise himself. it's only when he stops breathing and looks less like he'd fall to pieces that hank continues. ]
You know that's dated in my time, right?
[ just making sure connor knows he isn't some sort of ancient dude. still, he does as he's told, pulling the old one out and carefully setting it on the counter beside him, and pushing the old one in delicately, pausing to make sure that it's slotted right. there is a soft hiss and whirr, and hank looks quite pleased when nothing seems to be in danger of exploding.
which means hank gets to stroke up over the slit, rubbing gently up and down it before it closes, trailing up further between his shoulder to rub gently at the wire he finds there. ]
So how about this...? You sensitive here, too?
[ hey, he deserves a reward for being such a good listener. ]
How would I know that? CDs haven't been in use for almost a decade and I'm nine months old.
( it's a fact that connor loves to bring up – not too often of course, hank finds enough reasons to be insecure about his youthful appearance without constantly reminding him that connor has technically existed for less than a year – but now he's using the teasing comment less to rib hank and more to distract from his current state. which is very flustered, even after calming down.
his systems are all online, nothing is overheating or frying, but connor runs diagnostics again anyway. it feels like they are searing, not painful but just electric and alive. even now that he's settled it still thrums away in his chest and neck, too intense to articulate properly.
connor is preparing to add to his comment, because hank hasn't responded and that means he clearly needs to snark a little more obviously, but all thoughts of that promptly shut down when hank slips the new disc into place along his synthetic spinal column and follows it up with a finger dragging along so gently. connor reacts immediately, his LED still blue but pulsing away furiously, and when his mouth falls open once more he just–
...well, he buzzes. )
Hank, ( he whispers the man's name, and when connor catches sight of himself in the mirror he's surprised by how obscene the sight before him is. his jaw hangs slack, lips parted and mouth wet. his eyes are half lidded, heavy and lustful and wanting. it's like hank has direct access to his arousal program and has switched everything on without warning.
he reaches back, blindly seeking out somewhere he can touch the man, and his hands find purchase on hank's hip where he grips. synthetic muscles twitch along his upper arms again, fluttering in time with the rub of hank's fingers against connor's wiring. when he moans this time it's almost entirely human, with only a slight crackle underneath. ) it feels....so much.
[ hank grumbles at him, annoyance coloring his tone; but it's mild because honestly he's far more distracted by just how gorgeous connor looks, given over to lust, his emotions overriding every imaginable android protocol because hank's damn sure none of those programs can simulate something like this. no, this is raw and rough and real, so much like when connor had lost it at hank, fretting but determined, when hank had known connor would turn deviant and had just about done everything short of encouraging it outright.
no, his connor is as humanlike as they come, even if what he's currently doing with him now tells him differently. connor clings to him and buzzes when hank touches him just right, and whatever thoughts he has about it being weird is shunted firmly aside in pursuit of connor's pleasure.
he can feel the static, the lick of electricity, soft and warm in his fingers, and he supposes that's connor's body telling him that it's all fine. he can't tear his eyes away from the magnificent view of him, the way his lovely mouth falls open in pure, unadulterated lust, when he whispers his name and his eyes lid just so, so dark it's almost black, and he steps close, pressing up against him.
his dick is half-hard right up against connor's ass -- it's not cooperating very well at the moment, but give it time. besides, hank's more interested in connor's than his own, which is why he continues his purposeful ministrations, sliding down the slot again with a calloused thumb, eager to feel him flutter against him again, like a butterfly caged.
he's smiling back at him, full of intent and purpose and oh, he knows exactly what he's doing and why. ]
Easy. Easy -- I've got you here.
[ he murmurs, low and soothing before his lips press against his ear, long and lingering. ] You never knew this could happen. None of the other androids ever told ya? Not even one of those sexbots?
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Aww, look at you. Your dick's so hard I bet I could make you come just from this.
[ the older man tells him smugly, and everything about his tone is pleased that he's discovered another of connor's kinks. he can feel it, the whirring and buzzing, the soft static like electricity licking up his skin. a part of him wonders if he's going to be electrocuted, but decides that he'll take that chance. what'll it hurt, right? at worst, he dies wire-molesting his lover. at best, he gives him a fantastic time.
he catches his gaze in the mirror now, fascinated by his reaction. he hooks another wire, gently tucking it back in and rubbing harder at another set of them, pressing lightly against another circuit. ]
It hasn't happened because I wasn't the one doing it. That right?
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connor reaches blindly behind him for hank's free hand, eyes still closed when he finds a section of the man's arm. he slides his hand down until he can lace his fingers through hank's, and as he brings hank's arm to curl around his front and presses into his chest connor squeezes his hand tightly. he just wants to hold him, feel the arm wrapped around his body. it's reassuring, the reminder of hank's presence right here with him. )
I always go into stasis, I've never been awaakee–, ( connor's reply is cut short with a whine that trails off into higher and higher pitches. he's always had some slightly odd vocalisations during sex, but it's usually at least an even split. now it's all coming out as strange, robotic noises that are undeniably not human. he's panting though, breathing hard and heavy through shuddering breaths. his respiratory drive is still activated, but it clearly can't cope with the rate connor's muscles are contracting and relaxing, resulting in the laboured breathing that's usually reserved for humans.
connor has always had to simulate breathing like that, has done it during sex once or twice when hank has complained about the injustice of his own shuddering breaths next to connor's utter lack of inhale or exhale. this is entirely involuntary though, and he squeezes hank's hand again. ) Okay, yes, it's good– it's really good, Hank. I don't– just...keep going.
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[ hank breathes now, low and quiet as he registers that undeniable pleasure. as much of an asshole as he is, hank doesn't have the heart to deny his enjoyment of this -- hell, he loves that connor is so damn reactive; it's clearly much more intense than what they've been doing up until now. a lesser man, he supposes, would have been much more insecure, at least hank is something of a better man that that.
he's twining his fingers with his without hesitation, wordlessly tender when he senses that profound, pure need to be held. and so he holds him close, pressing up against him so that he can feel his presence. ]
I've got you.
[ he says again, more to reassure and remind than anything else, wanting him to know that he would always have his back, that he would never leave him vulnerable -- that's not the way they do things. he hears it, those unfamiliar, strange little sounds, but then connor is panting, having somehow activated his breathing program again, and his mouth finds the side of his neck, pressing kisses to soothe him, to remind him to come back to himself. ]
All right, all right. What's next?
[ he dials it down on the mind-numbing pleasure first, wanting to get things right before he goes to town on all these wires -- who would've thought that one day he'd actually find this sexy? who would've thought that one day, he'd have an android for a lover? ]
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strange as it might seem, it's when connor stops breathing that things really return to normal.
the respiratory function had been left off intentionally, it would have caused movements that would interfere with hank's tasks, but a few systems had been activated while hank had rubbed away at his wires and breathing was one of them. he should find the others, but it's nothing obvious enough to cause concern, so he'll just...return to that later. )
It's... ( he's back, but connor is still a little scattered, and he squeezes hank's hand as he pulls himself back together. ) The small white box, it's a replacement T3 vertebrae. The compartment between my shoulders, you'll be able to see the one that needs changing, it's already loose. You literally just pull the old one out and slot the new one in. Like a CD.
( look at him, making old timey references hank will understand. )
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[ hank echoes dryly, eyeing him in the mirror as he goes slow, taking care to be gentle but firm, taking his time with him to allow connor to stabilise himself. it's only when he stops breathing and looks less like he'd fall to pieces that hank continues. ]
You know that's dated in my time, right?
[ just making sure connor knows he isn't some sort of ancient dude. still, he does as he's told, pulling the old one out and carefully setting it on the counter beside him, and pushing the old one in delicately, pausing to make sure that it's slotted right. there is a soft hiss and whirr, and hank looks quite pleased when nothing seems to be in danger of exploding.
which means hank gets to stroke up over the slit, rubbing gently up and down it before it closes, trailing up further between his shoulder to rub gently at the wire he finds there. ]
So how about this...? You sensitive here, too?
[ hey, he deserves a reward for being such a good listener. ]
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( it's a fact that connor loves to bring up – not too often of course, hank finds enough reasons to be insecure about his youthful appearance without constantly reminding him that connor has technically existed for less than a year – but now he's using the teasing comment less to rib hank and more to distract from his current state. which is very flustered, even after calming down.
his systems are all online, nothing is overheating or frying, but connor runs diagnostics again anyway. it feels like they are searing, not painful but just electric and alive. even now that he's settled it still thrums away in his chest and neck, too intense to articulate properly.
connor is preparing to add to his comment, because hank hasn't responded and that means he clearly needs to snark a little more obviously, but all thoughts of that promptly shut down when hank slips the new disc into place along his synthetic spinal column and follows it up with a finger dragging along so gently. connor reacts immediately, his LED still blue but pulsing away furiously, and when his mouth falls open once more he just–
...well, he buzzes. )
Hank, ( he whispers the man's name, and when connor catches sight of himself in the mirror he's surprised by how obscene the sight before him is. his jaw hangs slack, lips parted and mouth wet. his eyes are half lidded, heavy and lustful and wanting. it's like hank has direct access to his arousal program and has switched everything on without warning.
he reaches back, blindly seeking out somewhere he can touch the man, and his hands find purchase on hank's hip where he grips. synthetic muscles twitch along his upper arms again, fluttering in time with the rub of hank's fingers against connor's wiring. when he moans this time it's almost entirely human, with only a slight crackle underneath. ) it feels....so much.
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[ hank grumbles at him, annoyance coloring his tone; but it's mild because honestly he's far more distracted by just how gorgeous connor looks, given over to lust, his emotions overriding every imaginable android protocol because hank's damn sure none of those programs can simulate something like this. no, this is raw and rough and real, so much like when connor had lost it at hank, fretting but determined, when hank had known connor would turn deviant and had just about done everything short of encouraging it outright.
no, his connor is as humanlike as they come, even if what he's currently doing with him now tells him differently. connor clings to him and buzzes when hank touches him just right, and whatever thoughts he has about it being weird is shunted firmly aside in pursuit of connor's pleasure.
he can feel the static, the lick of electricity, soft and warm in his fingers, and he supposes that's connor's body telling him that it's all fine. he can't tear his eyes away from the magnificent view of him, the way his lovely mouth falls open in pure, unadulterated lust, when he whispers his name and his eyes lid just so, so dark it's almost black, and he steps close, pressing up against him.
his dick is half-hard right up against connor's ass -- it's not cooperating very well at the moment, but give it time. besides, hank's more interested in connor's than his own, which is why he continues his purposeful ministrations, sliding down the slot again with a calloused thumb, eager to feel him flutter against him again, like a butterfly caged.
he's smiling back at him, full of intent and purpose and oh, he knows exactly what he's doing and why. ]
Easy. Easy -- I've got you here.
[ he murmurs, low and soothing before his lips press against his ear, long and lingering. ] You never knew this could happen. None of the other androids ever told ya? Not even one of those sexbots?