[ hank, for another, has very little idea on how shit like this works -- he isn't there for the dialogue, for one, and for another, he's definitely not any sort of christian or believer. he does have a vague idea, however, trying to emulate an approximation of the priest and glancing over at the screen.
he finds that the porno in question isn't as intoxicating or compelling as connor is, especially when he slides down a little more onto his lap, his dick rubbing up against his stomach and he can just see it in those gorgeous, soft brown eyes that connor wants to hump his stomach until he comes, or something. ]
Yeah? And who would that be?
[ hank feels really stupid, playing along like this, but then connor is working up to something, he just knows it, and curiosity wins out over mortification and the desire to guffaw and ruin this play. no, he can't spoil it, not when connor looks so earnest and real, faking the innocence (not all that much faking, for all the depraved things they do, connor really is still sort of innocent), and he's reaching up to run his fingers through connor's hair, mussing it up just a touch. ]
You can tell me your sin. I won't tell a soul.
[ he's pretty sure he's a shitty priest because that's probably not how confession works, but whatever. ]
( that's definitely not how confession works, but if connor thinks as much he doesn't say. the whole thing is definitely funny, but connor has the advantage over hank in that he can literally freeze his expression in place, more or less. he's pretty confident that he won't be the one to break first – and that thought leads to a moment of inspiration.
connor is going to make sure that hank breaks the scene first.
he's never been above playing dirty for the sake of achieving his desired outcome. even before breaking through his programming, connor has always used all of the resources at his disposal in the pursuit of a successful outcome – he'd picked up a gun despite strict laws prohibiting android firearm possession, he'd drilled a vulnerable deviant into a full confession. he'd leapt in the line of bullets and interfaced with a deviant about to commit suicide in the name of finding their location.
now it's a little different, there are moral lines involved and he wouldn't choose to go through with many of those options now – but when there aren't vulnerable, compromised individuals suffering as a result of his choices? absolutely he'll play as dirty as he can get.
his head tips into hank's touch for a brief moment, exhaling a soft sigh as fingers run through his hair, and then he rights himself quickly. averts his eyes guiltily. shifts up onto his knees until they press firmly either side of hank's thighs and there's actually empty space between their crotches. his hands are still pressed together in prayer but now he laces his fingers to clasp his hands together tight, and connor bows his head low until his chin almost touches his chest. he looks ridden with shame, a hard look to manage while naked from the waist down with a hard cock bobbing dangerously close to hank's stomach without any contact, but connor still manages. )
Father Anderson, if I say it I don't think I'll be Forgiven.
( he speaks to his clasped hands, interest in the video – who have apparently skipped confession and gone straight to dick sucking – completely lost in favour of his new target. one way or another, hank's going to break his role first. connor is determined. )
It.....was a man of God. How will you have me repent for my sins?
( and he raises his enough that he can look up at hank, head still bowed and hands still clasped and still upright on his knees. the lack of contact has left his cock straining, twitching slightly as he dwells too long on his anticipation for the moment where hank finally touches him. his dick hasn't seemed to have gotten the shameful guilty memo, but that's fine. )
[ listen, he's not a godly man and he definitely has no idea how confession happens safe for the brief smatterings of it and general deduction. but even hank knows that he's probably butchering it, although he really doesn't have any idea how because the couple onscreen have gotten on with the dicksucking and hank is still marveling at connor, who's so valiantly keeping up with it.
unaware of the wiles his android lover possesses, and the lengths he's going to to win this little game, hank looks up at him, half-torn between laughing out loud (because this is dumb and ridiculous) and continuing because connor's eyes are so soft and the guilt and shame in them does so many terrible, terrible things to him, chief of which goes right to his dick, which is already twitching against his ass.
connor seems to be real into it, too, from the way he can see his dick bobbing, barely even brushing against his stomach. so hank is kind, and reaches out to lightly circle his hand around his cock, deciding to pay it some attention -- and to fuck with connor along the way.
hey, they both can be assholes, right? hank just doesn't yet realise that's what connor is doing. also, he likes the ring of 'father anderson' even though he knows very well that this will probably set him aside as a depraved fucker who should never be in the proximity of any church lest he be struck by lightning. no, he can't take his eyes away from his beautiful young lover, so supple and nubile and so. damn. gorgeous. ]
I'll decide once you show me the magnitude of them.
[ also, the dick sucking is getting real distracting, especially when hank wants nothing more than to do that to connor and watch him fall apart. but no, connor looks like he's really into this and so hank is just going to have to play along and indulge. ]
A man of God? Oh, son. What sins have you committed against such a man?
[ god, that was cheesy and so horrible and lame, and he rubs his thumb against the sensitive little slit of his cock to make up for it -- or distract connor from that terrible line. both. definitely both. ]
( for all connor's determination that he's easily going to outlast hank, when hank's fingers wrap around his cock so gently it takes everything in him not to buck up into the touch, throw the whole silly game of his to the wind and just fuck hank's fist immediately.
he's strong. he's one of the most advanced pieces of technology in existence, he can withstand a little teasing touches. surely.
connor isn't strong enough to stop himself from letting out a muffled moan when hank thumbs at the tip of his cock though, and to make up for it he makes himself look even more guilty at his response. honestly the whole thing is cheesy and lame, but there's no denying that there's something very hot about shame.
( that's probably something they should both be looking at carefully at a later, less sexually charged time, but that's a problem for much later. )
connor's hips twitch but otherwise he stays still. adjusts his position just enough that the tip of hank's dick barely brushes low against the cleft of his ass, and that's torture for connor but it's enough to know that it's going to ruin hank, too. when he raises his eyes to the man there's still all that shame and guilt, but nothing could cover up the sheer lust in his eyes. )
Sinful thoughts. I shouldn't say them... ( connor is becoming less sure of his ability to outlast hank now, so he drops his voice to a breathy murmur and ramps the dial up to eleven. hank surely has to crack first, the man has never had much willpower to resist temptation and certainly not when sex was involved. connor just has to find a way to bait hank into breaking scene to fuck connor before connor loses patience and just drops himself onto the dick grazing his cheeks.
it's close enough to his asshole that he could probably do it now, honestly. the possible damage seems pretty worth it at the moment. ) During Mass I knelt at his feet and I couldn't stop myself imagining him pushing his cock into my mouth, spilling down my throat. And again as we cleaned the church, I could only picture him bending me over the altar and pressing his fingers into me until I begged for him to fill me.
( connor hums softly as he moves his hands to press flat against hank's chest, careful not to touch too much. he honestly doesn't have the willpower for much more contact, never mind hank. )
And again at confession...my only thought is being bound with my cincture and unable to touch him or myself while he thrusts me onto his cock, not allowed to come until I complete my penitence.
[ unfortunately, hank doesn't have the faintest idea that it's some sort of competition. he assumes that connor's getting really, really into this and he's more than happy to indulge despite the desire to laugh out loud because it's just so ridiculous. but connor's taking it so seriously, and how often does hank get the chance to indulge him instead of the other way around? so he gets into it, unwittingly presenting a tougher challenge to connor. he's stroking his dick, admiring the texture of it, teasing the foreskin and toying with it, rubbing over the slit because god he is still so enamored with how intricate this is, how human-like. connor's moaning, looking guilty and shame-faced and hank is practically broadcasting his arousal to that at this point.
which, of course, is definitely a thing they should be discussing at a later time because apparently shame is arousing for the both of them. connor plays this so well, and hank can't help but admire him, shivering at how sexy those words are. he might not have the faintest idea of how things worked in catholic churches, but all of it sounds depraved and forbidden enough for him to grind his dick up between those cheeks, nudging at them and rocking smoothly, letting his own arousal be felt. hank's imagination runs wild, and he finally decides to wholly lean into it, if only for the sake of connor's carefully constructed words.
he takes a shuddering breath, so turned on he almost hurts with it, and he swallows hard, reaching behind to push one finger, then two, inside of connor, because god he can't help himself and he really, really wants to be doing everything that he's detailing out in such lurid detail. ]
What a dirty, filthy boy you are.
[ he murmurs. ] So full of sin, you're brimming with it.
[ he continues, burying both fingers inside of him now, going in deep and slowly pulling out before repeating the motion, making sure connor is ready for him. it's a bit of a stretch, but at least it won't hurt as much when hank finally fucks him. he looks back into those eyes, darkened with lust and potent desire. fuck it, those words make him feel even more horny. ]
You do need penitence, if you're thinking those thoughts right now, still. Your sin cannot be easily wiped away, but it will if you're obedient to everything I say. Clasp your hands together in front of you.
( hank pushes his fingers into connor's ass, and in a moment of startling clarity he realises that there's no chance connor will be able to outlast hank. probably because he never informed the man that there was a competition which means the only one connor is really competing against is himself.
he's really set himself up for failure here – maybe that was the goal all along.
he's tempted to disable some motor functions just to stop himself grinding down onto hank's fingers, but connor had never been one to take the easy way out. instead he just clings to his last fraying threads of self control to hold himself still. he twitches every time hank pushes deep inside of him and brushes against the sensitive receptors there, but he doesn't drive himself down despite the immense need for more building inside him. )
Anything that will absolve me. ( he murmurs sweetly, hands coming up in front of them both and clasped together in a gesture of prayer. it's almost hard to believe that he's straddling hank's hips, two fingers deep inside his ass, he's projecting such innocence. it's a good thing that androids don't believe in a concept of heaven and hell, because this would surely earn him a ticket downstairs. )
Please Father Anderson, tell me what I need to do. I don't want to be sinful any more.
( except for all the shame and innocence written on his face, it sure looks like what he's actually saying is "please fuck me before i snap". )
[ there isn't any sort of failure to be found when it comes to getting intimate like this -- and perhaps the loss is all the sweeter for it when hank completely leans into the scene, thinking that it's what connor wants and is more than happy to give it to him. connor's never really asked for much, and he's stroking inside of him, rubbing against those soft walls and figuring out just where his sensitive spots are.
he knows they're there, it just takes some creative maneuvering to figure out what it is. he's curling his hand around connor's wrists, pressing soft kisses to his fingertips, never turning his gaze away from him. he's taking in that incandescent beauty, the way connor's sinfully hungry gaze lights on his despite the innocence, and fuck, but he's so turned on he could pretty much cut glass at this very moment. ]
Take my cock in your pretty little hands, and put your mouth to it. Worship it like it's the only thing that matters to you.
( the analytical features in his model means that connor has a greater than average amount of sensors in odd places like his tongue and fingers, and right now connor would gladly pray to this god-figure in thanks for that. hank, rubbing his fingers inside of him and searching any of the several random sensitive spots, pressing his lips to the tips of his fingers, it's leaving connor with a heady rush that makes clear thought near impossible.
so fuck it, he loses. connor gives up any pretence of 'trying to make hank 'crack first', he's in whole heartedly now because why not? they're having fun, and it's hot as hell, and really that's all that matters.
connor nods silently, dropping his hands to both circle hank's cock and he pumps them along his length slowly while he glances at hank's arm, the one curled around to press fingers into his ass, and then hank's cock. he wants to drop his mouth onto it immediately, but first he has to find a way of positioning himself that won't result in hank having to remove his fingers. )
Do I– ( his voice hitches in his throat, trying to muffle a moan as hank finds a spot that really works for connor. ) –your fingers, Father. Will you keep them in me while I show you my devotion to worship?
[ ah, yes, they need to find a way around this, don't they? as much as hank loves fucking his pretty, pretty android, there are logistics to consider, and hank already has an idea. he grins, free hand coming to give that tight, pert ass a little slap. ]
You love it in you, huh, you filthy boy?
[ and who is hank to take that away from him, really? so he gently nudges at him, encouraging a little movement. ] Turn around slowly, park your ass on my chest. You should be able to reach my dick better.
[ sixty-nineing, who would've thought hank would be enjoying this kind of sex at his age, with such a beautiful young man? he's rubbing against that spot again, hearing that muffled moan and deciding that he wants more from him. he knows connor is capable of a myriad lovely little sounds, and he intends to pry them out of him. ]
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he finds that the porno in question isn't as intoxicating or compelling as connor is, especially when he slides down a little more onto his lap, his dick rubbing up against his stomach and he can just see it in those gorgeous, soft brown eyes that connor wants to hump his stomach until he comes, or something. ]
Yeah? And who would that be?
[ hank feels really stupid, playing along like this, but then connor is working up to something, he just knows it, and curiosity wins out over mortification and the desire to guffaw and ruin this play. no, he can't spoil it, not when connor looks so earnest and real, faking the innocence (not all that much faking, for all the depraved things they do, connor really is still sort of innocent), and he's reaching up to run his fingers through connor's hair, mussing it up just a touch. ]
You can tell me your sin. I won't tell a soul.
[ he's pretty sure he's a shitty priest because that's probably not how confession works, but whatever. ]
Even if you have been bad.
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connor is going to make sure that hank breaks the scene first.
he's never been above playing dirty for the sake of achieving his desired outcome. even before breaking through his programming, connor has always used all of the resources at his disposal in the pursuit of a successful outcome – he'd picked up a gun despite strict laws prohibiting android firearm possession, he'd drilled a vulnerable deviant into a full confession. he'd leapt in the line of bullets and interfaced with a deviant about to commit suicide in the name of finding their location.
now it's a little different, there are moral lines involved and he wouldn't choose to go through with many of those options now – but when there aren't vulnerable, compromised individuals suffering as a result of his choices? absolutely he'll play as dirty as he can get.
his head tips into hank's touch for a brief moment, exhaling a soft sigh as fingers run through his hair, and then he rights himself quickly. averts his eyes guiltily. shifts up onto his knees until they press firmly either side of hank's thighs and there's actually empty space between their crotches. his hands are still pressed together in prayer but now he laces his fingers to clasp his hands together tight, and connor bows his head low until his chin almost touches his chest. he looks ridden with shame, a hard look to manage while naked from the waist down with a hard cock bobbing dangerously close to hank's stomach without any contact, but connor still manages. )
Father Anderson, if I say it I don't think I'll be Forgiven.
( he speaks to his clasped hands, interest in the video – who have apparently skipped confession and gone straight to dick sucking – completely lost in favour of his new target. one way or another, hank's going to break his role first. connor is determined. )
It.....was a man of God. How will you have me repent for my sins?
( and he raises his enough that he can look up at hank, head still bowed and hands still clasped and still upright on his knees. the lack of contact has left his cock straining, twitching slightly as he dwells too long on his anticipation for the moment where hank finally touches him. his dick hasn't seemed to have gotten the shameful guilty memo, but that's fine. )
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unaware of the wiles his android lover possesses, and the lengths he's going to to win this little game, hank looks up at him, half-torn between laughing out loud (because this is dumb and ridiculous) and continuing because connor's eyes are so soft and the guilt and shame in them does so many terrible, terrible things to him, chief of which goes right to his dick, which is already twitching against his ass.
connor seems to be real into it, too, from the way he can see his dick bobbing, barely even brushing against his stomach. so hank is kind, and reaches out to lightly circle his hand around his cock, deciding to pay it some attention -- and to fuck with connor along the way.
hey, they both can be assholes, right? hank just doesn't yet realise that's what connor is doing. also, he likes the ring of 'father anderson' even though he knows very well that this will probably set him aside as a depraved fucker who should never be in the proximity of any church lest he be struck by lightning. no, he can't take his eyes away from his beautiful young lover, so supple and nubile and so. damn. gorgeous. ]
I'll decide once you show me the magnitude of them.
[ also, the dick sucking is getting real distracting, especially when hank wants nothing more than to do that to connor and watch him fall apart. but no, connor looks like he's really into this and so hank is just going to have to play along and indulge. ]
A man of God? Oh, son. What sins have you committed against such a man?
[ god, that was cheesy and so horrible and lame, and he rubs his thumb against the sensitive little slit of his cock to make up for it -- or distract connor from that terrible line. both. definitely both. ]
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he's strong. he's one of the most advanced pieces of technology in existence, he can withstand a little teasing touches. surely.
connor isn't strong enough to stop himself from letting out a muffled moan when hank thumbs at the tip of his cock though, and to make up for it he makes himself look even more guilty at his response. honestly the whole thing is cheesy and lame, but there's no denying that there's something very hot about shame.
( that's probably something they should both be looking at carefully at a later, less sexually charged time, but that's a problem for much later. )
connor's hips twitch but otherwise he stays still. adjusts his position just enough that the tip of hank's dick barely brushes low against the cleft of his ass, and that's torture for connor but it's enough to know that it's going to ruin hank, too. when he raises his eyes to the man there's still all that shame and guilt, but nothing could cover up the sheer lust in his eyes. )
Sinful thoughts. I shouldn't say them... ( connor is becoming less sure of his ability to outlast hank now, so he drops his voice to a breathy murmur and ramps the dial up to eleven. hank surely has to crack first, the man has never had much willpower to resist temptation and certainly not when sex was involved. connor just has to find a way to bait hank into breaking scene to fuck connor before connor loses patience and just drops himself onto the dick grazing his cheeks.
it's close enough to his asshole that he could probably do it now, honestly. the possible damage seems pretty worth it at the moment. ) During Mass I knelt at his feet and I couldn't stop myself imagining him pushing his cock into my mouth, spilling down my throat. And again as we cleaned the church, I could only picture him bending me over the altar and pressing his fingers into me until I begged for him to fill me.
( connor hums softly as he moves his hands to press flat against hank's chest, careful not to touch too much. he honestly doesn't have the willpower for much more contact, never mind hank. )
And again at confession...my only thought is being bound with my cincture and unable to touch him or myself while he thrusts me onto his cock, not allowed to come until I complete my penitence.
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which, of course, is definitely a thing they should be discussing at a later time because apparently shame is arousing for the both of them. connor plays this so well, and hank can't help but admire him, shivering at how sexy those words are. he might not have the faintest idea of how things worked in catholic churches, but all of it sounds depraved and forbidden enough for him to grind his dick up between those cheeks, nudging at them and rocking smoothly, letting his own arousal be felt. hank's imagination runs wild, and he finally decides to wholly lean into it, if only for the sake of connor's carefully constructed words.
he takes a shuddering breath, so turned on he almost hurts with it, and he swallows hard, reaching behind to push one finger, then two, inside of connor, because god he can't help himself and he really, really wants to be doing everything that he's detailing out in such lurid detail. ]
What a dirty, filthy boy you are.
[ he murmurs. ] So full of sin, you're brimming with it.
[ he continues, burying both fingers inside of him now, going in deep and slowly pulling out before repeating the motion, making sure connor is ready for him. it's a bit of a stretch, but at least it won't hurt as much when hank finally fucks him. he looks back into those eyes, darkened with lust and potent desire. fuck it, those words make him feel even more horny. ]
You do need penitence, if you're thinking those thoughts right now, still. Your sin cannot be easily wiped away, but it will if you're obedient to everything I say. Clasp your hands together in front of you.
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he's really set himself up for failure here – maybe that was the goal all along.
he's tempted to disable some motor functions just to stop himself grinding down onto hank's fingers, but connor had never been one to take the easy way out. instead he just clings to his last fraying threads of self control to hold himself still. he twitches every time hank pushes deep inside of him and brushes against the sensitive receptors there, but he doesn't drive himself down despite the immense need for more building inside him. )
Anything that will absolve me. ( he murmurs sweetly, hands coming up in front of them both and clasped together in a gesture of prayer. it's almost hard to believe that he's straddling hank's hips, two fingers deep inside his ass, he's projecting such innocence. it's a good thing that androids don't believe in a concept of heaven and hell, because this would surely earn him a ticket downstairs. )
Please Father Anderson, tell me what I need to do. I don't want to be sinful any more.
( except for all the shame and innocence written on his face, it sure looks like what he's actually saying is "please fuck me before i snap". )
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he knows they're there, it just takes some creative maneuvering to figure out what it is. he's curling his hand around connor's wrists, pressing soft kisses to his fingertips, never turning his gaze away from him. he's taking in that incandescent beauty, the way connor's sinfully hungry gaze lights on his despite the innocence, and fuck, but he's so turned on he could pretty much cut glass at this very moment. ]
Take my cock in your pretty little hands, and put your mouth to it. Worship it like it's the only thing that matters to you.
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so fuck it, he loses. connor gives up any pretence of 'trying to make hank 'crack first', he's in whole heartedly now because why not? they're having fun, and it's hot as hell, and really that's all that matters.
connor nods silently, dropping his hands to both circle hank's cock and he pumps them along his length slowly while he glances at hank's arm, the one curled around to press fingers into his ass, and then hank's cock. he wants to drop his mouth onto it immediately, but first he has to find a way of positioning himself that won't result in hank having to remove his fingers. )
Do I– ( his voice hitches in his throat, trying to muffle a moan as hank finds a spot that really works for connor. ) –your fingers, Father. Will you keep them in me while I show you my devotion to worship?
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You love it in you, huh, you filthy boy?
[ and who is hank to take that away from him, really? so he gently nudges at him, encouraging a little movement. ] Turn around slowly, park your ass on my chest. You should be able to reach my dick better.
[ sixty-nineing, who would've thought hank would be enjoying this kind of sex at his age, with such a beautiful young man? he's rubbing against that spot again, hearing that muffled moan and deciding that he wants more from him. he knows connor is capable of a myriad lovely little sounds, and he intends to pry them out of him. ]