[ 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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[ 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?