( 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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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.