( something that deviancy hasn't changed is the immense gratification he gets from accomplishing a mission. these days he sets his targets himself, using the cyberlife coded programs to his own ends and assigning everything from cases to daily tasks. he'd been programmed to respond positively to completing a goal and negatively to failure, and it carries over nicely into life after the revolution.
this case has been hard on him and hank, they both know that. it's meant late nights on stake outs and in the station with barely enough time to exchange exhausted kisses before repeating the cycle – wake, work, lunch, work, delays, paperwork, breakthroughs, failures, drive home, pass out, and wake again. it's been tough on something still quite new and fragile, pushed them to the limits on a few occasions, but it's worth it when they finally get their guy.
connor leaves the station practically bursting. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED hovers in his UI for at least twenty minutes, reminding him constantly that they've done it. they've cracked arguably one of their hardest cases to date, and the rush connor gets has got to be similar to the flood of adrenaline humans might experience in a similar environment. by the time he walks through the door he could well be bouncing on his heels if he let himself. instead they file inside much as they have done every other day of the week – though this time there's no tired shuffle of feet, no whirring of systems pushed to the limits.
and connor has noticed hank.
he's very rarely not monitoring the man in some way – creepy, yes, but it's not something connor would ever consider removing completely. in the actual bust it only involved tracking hank's location relative to connor and his vitals, but it was enough to notice his reaction when connor took down the android. and the interrogation, connor observed his responses then too.
connor's a pretty advanced prototype. it's not hard to put the pieces together. )
We did good today.
( connor responds automatically, but he's distracted. there's no way hank hasn't noticed the pulsing of his LED as he considers the best way of approach – hank has quickly assumed the dominant position in every one of their sexual interactions to date, and the man is often unpredictable. it's hard to tell if he'll be more receptive to a slow build, or if connor should dive right in.
but when he looks over at the man, connor knows full well that he won't be slow building. hank has always appreciated a direct approach, right? )
It's been two weeks and three days since we have had intercourse. ( too clinical, of course, but unlike his interest connor's skills for dirty talk tend to take a little time to warm up. connor doesn't need the same time to warm up though, and he turns to walk closer to hank. he advances on the man until hank's back touches the wall, and he smiles ever so gently as he looks him straight in the eyes. hank has the height advantage, but connor is stronger and they both know it. ) Would you agree that we're overdue?
[ hank's definitely noticed how busy his LED is -- it's a brilliant, pulsing blue, which means there's no emotional distress. he's seen it on some occasions, when connor is pleased, and when connor is devising ways to jump his bones, and it's a surprise hank doesn't sport a boner immediately after seeing it, like some kind of pavlovian response.
and hank's also noticed something else, of course; how beautiful connor is. he's always been pretty, this android. it's no secret that he turns heads wherever he goes, android and human both, and he can't help a surge of possessive pleasure, knowing that his home is the one connor returns to, that he's the one connor will faultlessly advance on with such an endearing, charming little smile. his pulse kicks up a notch, and hank can't help but wonder if connor is aware of how good-looking he is.
he'd once said that cyberlife's fucked up when it came to connor, but oh, how wrong he was. cyberlife did something real right here, those perverse bastards, and hank can't help but ruminate on that when he finds himself cornered, stepping back until his back hits the wall just outside the door of the bedroom they pretty much now share.
he snorts, all the same, eyes gentle when it looks like connor's eager to take the reins today. he's most comfortable with taking the lead, yes, but something about tonight and everything about connor rouses hank's curiosity, makes him wonder what he would be like taking charge. not that he's all that comfortable about it, but hank's aware that it's his own pre-conceived notions that simmer under his skin.
he's a big guy, see, and he'd always been the alpha -- it's rare to have him on the receiving end of such an advance. but, his mind reminds him, connor is stronger than he is, and gods that's really fucking hot. ]
Seriously, you've been keeping count? Don't tell me you've got a calendar in that pretty head of yours.
[ hank's more or less used to connor's warming up dirty talk -- it might be clinical, but there's a charm to it that he can't deny. his hand coming to lightly grasp connor's chin, tipping it up so that he can look into his eyes, he almost smiles, amused. ]
Looks like you've got some idea on how to collect on that overdue thing.
( connor gives a little snort of his own at that – he could talk for hours about hank's strange understanding of androids, but he's a man resolutely on a mission that won't be set back by easy distractions like that. when hank tips his chin connor raises his eyebrows, shrugging easily as he brings his hand up to curl gently around the man's wrist. )
A few.
( he raises up a little on his toes to kiss hank without the man having to duck his head, as soft and sweet as the smile and pressed gently to hank's lips. and then he tugs the man's hand, still gently, away from his chin, and presses his other hand flat in the centre of his chest.
when he pushes this time, it's distinctly less gentle. he gives hank a firm shove, where he'd been mostly leaning against the wall before hank is now flush up against him. connor's hand is firm enough on his chest to keep him there, though it won't hold up under a struggle at this stage. when he leans in this time he also snakes the other hand around the back of hank's neck and yanks him down to connor's level. and then he grazes his teeth over hank's earlobe before murmuring against his ear. )
Once I get you into the bed, I thought I might pin you down and ride you until I orgasm like that alone. Maybe tie your hands, so you can't help. What do you think?
[ everything about you surprises me, hank wants to say but doesn't, his breath caught in his throat by the sweetness of his smile, the warmth of his kiss. connor is stunning, beautiful like a summer day, like an oncoming storm. the man has hidden depth and every damn time hank is taken aback by him, by how securely he occupies the space between human and not, and how he is largely all hank can think about.
so when connor pushes him back with incredible, amazing strength and keeps him there, his heart leaps, thrums with surprise and more than a little excitement. he's thought about this often, connor being rough with him, pinning him in place like a vise and taking what he wants. he thinks of it and gets hard, because more than anything he loves connor's capabilities. he loves that relentless drive as much as that inexplicable kindness, the ineffable things that knit him together.
he looks back at him, vivid blue eyes clouded with unmistakable, feral desire, feeling the intoxicating brush of his teeth against his ear, the smoothly sleek intentions whispered so intimately that he shivers.
god, no one has ever made him feel like this before. ]
Do it. [ he manages roughly before he can stop himself and actually think this through. ]
Leave one hand free. I want to touch you when you take my cock up your sweet little ass.
( hank's on board. despite noting the levels of hank's arousal connor still had his doubts over how much control the man would willingly relinquish, couldn't be sure if there was a line between fantasy and reality that he didn't actually want to cross. but hank's responding beautifully, and it makes connor grin. hank surprises him every day, he's never predictable.
he wonders if he will be able to convince hank to let connor fuck him.
connor takes hold of hank's shirt, fistfuls of the material clenched in each hand, and he uses the grip to leverage hank. the man could probably put up a good fight, but connor keeps himself close enough to mouth along hank's beard and jaw as he pulls him away from the wall and walks him backwards towards the bedroom. connor kicks the door shut behind them before sumo can sneak in too, and then he steps back.
they're both definitely sporting erections at this point, but connor fights hard to keep his face relaxed. )
I'll give you choices. Pick one, or you'll get none. ( he can't help the wicked little smile that crosses his face, and he reaches over to untuck hank's shirt. ) Should I stay clothed with you naked, or should I be naked and keep you fully dressed instead?
Anyone tell you that you're real fuckin' hot when you're alpha as hell?
[ that's about the only way to describe it. there is something different about connor now, an edge to him that he'd previously caught in fleeting glimpses, in the way that connor ruthlessly extracts what he needs from suspects. fuck, but it really turns hank on, and being on the receiving end of such strength is mind-numbing and new.
he allows himself to be wholly manhandled. connor's grip is like iron, the strength in him arousing, and while hank would have protested or fought back his curiosity and fascination wins out, his own darkest thoughts rising to the fore. connor is strong, and he can't help but wonder what it's like to be pinned down by him, held while connor takes his pleasure, and fuck, it makes him hard, so hard that he'll be surprised if the android hasn't noticed.
he's stepping towards him when connor steps back, intent on keeping the distance between them small as he snorts at those choices, inwardly thrilled by that dominant assertion. he's giving him a choice now, huh? one, or neither, and he likes the thought of both but: ]
I'm gonna go with B here, Connor. I'll stay clothed. [ his fingers come to touch his cheek, his lips briefly, thumbing over his bottom lip delicately. hank will behave, for now, because fuck him, connor is sexy as hell like this, and he wants to see where it leads. ] Where do you want me?
( connor preens, there's definitely a streak of vanity about him, a praise kink that gets him off almost as quickly as any kind of physical touch, and it's all being stroked when hank drops statements like that. he doesn't bother to hide the pleased look on his face, but he does hold up a hand again. one on the chest, stopping hank from advancing any further.
his hands come to metal of his belt buckle while he weighs up the question, and then he opens it up and undoes his button and fly. connor leaves it at that for a moment, watching hank with interest. he's quick to make up his mind though, gesturing to the bed with a nod of his head. )
On the bed. ( a simple enough start, but he smiles in a way that says he definitely has more plans bubbling away up there. ) Get your cock out, nothing else. Then put your hands on your chest, I'll be there in a second.
( connor doesn't wait to see of hank follows his instructions, already tugging buttons open and shedding his clothes as quickly as he can manage. )
[ connor's preening, that cheeky, vain little thing, and hank can't help but be wholly charmed by it. he's long suspected that connor has a praise kink a mile wide, and he's pleased that it's at least more or less confirmed for him. he can see it in the brightness of his gaze, the smile that widens just a little, and he makes a note to do that to him more often. for now, however, it looks like he's wholly at connor's mercy. he stills when a hand is pressed against his chest, curiosity winning out again. the frustration is a pleasant buzz in his veins, and he looks back at him expectantly, unable to keep his eyes from how he's unbuttoning and undoing himself right in front of him. ]
Gotta get you to do a striptease for me one day.
[ hank says before he can help himself, and immediately worries if that's a step too far, if that sounds like one of those sleazy patrons with those sex androids. it's different with him, it has to be -- hank loves him for more than just sex, and he forces himself to relax. he's getting on the bed himself, settling in against the pillows and stretching out his legs, more than happy to get comfortable as he watches him shed his clothes, revealing that lovely fair skin. he's studying him with fascination, his gaze racking from shoulder to ass, lingering right at the faintest dip on the small of his back.
he's unzipping himself as ordered, finding himself turned on by just how commanding connor is, and he's drawing his dick out, stroking his length a few more times. he doesn't obey, not really, but he does have one hand over his chest, though. that counts, right? ]
( if connor has any awareness of hank's sudden burst of insecurity he doesn't show it, dropping his shirt on the floor and grinning easily at the comment. he's never thought of their relationship as focused on sex – it happens, a lot, but they're so much more than that. one thing connor can honestly say he's never considered for even a moment is that hank only wants him for sex.
right now connor definitely wants hank to want him for sex, as much as he loves all the other reasons. he doesn't strip tease but he does make an effort to slow his clothes removal a little, slides his underwear down his thighs slow enough that his erection drags with the material, bouncing as it finally springs free of the material and already mostly hard. once he's completely naked his attention runs fully to hank, and he shakes his head. )
I said hands, didn't I?
( inspired, he pulls his belt from the loops of his pants and brings it with him to the bed. he straddles hanks thighs, hips close enough that their cocks are lightly pressed up against each other. connor takes hold of hank's hand, grip gentle but using enough force that hank won't be able to stop him from removing the man's hand from his cock. he moves it to the chest and then places his hand flat over the back of hank's hand, pressing it down and looking him in the eyes seriously. )
Hold your wrists together. If you listen well enough, I'll let them out before you come. Agreed?
[ it helps that connor's taking charge; it cuts short the insecurity even if another new one's blossoming in its place, a small, caustic little voice wondering just what connor sees in him, something that hank brushes away quickly. he notices just how connor slows down when it comes to shedding his clothes, and god does he want him. his pulse races, anticipating curling in his stomach as his pupils dilate, and surely, surely connor must know that he desires him.
he can't take his eyes away from his bobbing cock, endlessly fascinated. he's stunningly, achingly beautiful, and hank looks up from his cock to his equally gorgeous face, allowing his hand to be moved from his dick. connor grips his hand, but hank can't find it in himself to protest aside from a grunt and a half-curse. he allows himself to be caught in his hold, caught off guard by connor's intensity.
he likes it, he decides, his cock twitching against connor's dick, and god he wants more. he wants to touch him, he wants to grasp them both and rock up against him, he wants to hear connor moan and whine -- but this, this is his show, and connor doesn't look likely to relinquish it anytime soon.
it's comforting, really, to know that connor's asserting himself because he wants to -- that he doesn't just blindly want to please him. and that he's talking terms, too, and while a small, old-school macho part of hank balks at this, his own fascination with the role-reversal compels him to speak, his mouth dry. ]
( connor's first assignment was as a negotiator, it's part of the base code that makes up connor, and hank's rebuttal just makes him smirk. it's a reasonable request, he thinks, but he doesn't respond until he has looped the belt around both of hank's wrist and secured the buckle. he slips a finger in between the belt and hank's skin, testing how tight the leather is, and he's seemingly satisfied enough that he won't cut off the circulation to hank's hands.
connor takes hold of the belt instead, removing his hand, and he uses the strap to yank hank's hands up above his head. he has to lean over the man to place them where he wants them, above hank's head, and he holds them against the bed for a moment before giving the bound hands a gentle pat. )
Keep them there, okay? Listen to everything and I'll let you touch me. ( he leans down further, catches hold of the man's jaw and presses a kiss to his lips. he lingers a moment, licks into his mouth and deepens it, but right as it seems like hank is really getting into it connor pulls away and smirks. ) I mean everything, Hank. Even one and you'll have to watch while I get myself off right here.
( he pauses for a moment, slides his hands over hank's shirt and then moves up until he's straddling hank's hips, grinding gently against his cock. )
You know the colours system, right? Green for fine, yellow to stop and reevaluate, red to pull the plug?
( connor's clearly into the dominant role, enjoying the rush of hank following his instructions and the hold he has over the man, but he doesn't want to go too far. the point is for hank to enjoy this too, and connor wants to make sure hank knows that too. he's not remotely interested in just taking advantage of the man and ignoring hank's feelings on the acts. )
[ colours system. connor has a colours system, but really, he can't expect any less from him, and he nods. his hand is just about bound up over his head and there is something really hot about this that makes his cock jump. connor doesn't want him to touch himself, to touch him, and connor wants him to obey.
shit, if that isn't boner-inducing that hank doesn't know what is. so he allows himself to look, to admire every clean, sleek line -- and of course, that perennially gorgeous face, the soft brown eyes, the curve of that mouth. hank can't imagine saying no, not when it looks like connor's enjoying himself, and he manages a dry: ]
Yeah, I got it.
[ it's cute that connor thinks hank needs safewords at this juncture, but he takes it in stride with a soft grunt, shifting underneath connor to tease, the heat of connor's kiss still rich on his tongue. god, he wishes connor would kiss him again. ]
( of course connor has a colours system, when has he ever taken anything less than one hundred per cent seriously.
he stays in his position above hank, comfortably rocking against him as he thinks, and his LED whirs away and flashes out his thought processes. and when he levels his eyes on hank, eyes glinting just a little as he decides on what it is he wants to do. he leans over hank again, hands planted either side of hank's head, and he leans to touch his lips to hank's forehead with a gentle reverence that contrasts starkly with the mood he's setting. )
I want you to stay very still. Don't move unless I move you. Can you do that?
( connor brings his hand up, curls around hank's jaw, and uses the grip to turn hank's head and angle it up, baring the man's neck and trailing light nibbles and sucks slowly down the exposed skin. )
[ hank grumbles, but he does as he asks anyway, testing the give of the bindings before settling in, bracing himself for being denied to hell and back, but still given the delicious treat of watching connor in all his glory. if he can't touch, then at least he'll look to his heart's content.
that's good too, right? before he flips his android over and gives him a hard dicking -- at least, that might be the plan if connor doesn't kill him with sex. he nods. ]
But yeah. I'll behave. You want me to watch you take my cock inside you, huh? You gonna ride me good, darlin'?
[ the pet name comes sweet and easy and playful, but his breath stutters when connor fully takes charge, and all he can do is yield, groaning softly when he tips his head back, feeling those lovely, wonderful lips and teeth and tongue over his throat. ]
( connor grins, ducking his head and yanking the shirt down so that he can suck harder, teeth digging in suddenly and sharply before he soothes the spot with his tongue and the sucking. he's leaving a bruise that's probably going to look quite nasty, but at least no one else will be able to see the dark hickey blossoming just above hank's collarbone, closer to his shoulder than his neck.
that's just for connor. he trails a finger around the outline, admiring his work, then he moves back. he's still holding hank's jaw with the other hand and when he turns it back to face him he murmurs a soft 'kiss me' against his lips before quickly launching a deep, intense kiss.
he cuts off suddenly again, releasing hank's jaw and wrapping his hand around his throat instead. his grip is loose, but he watches the man curiously. once his fingers settle into the position, he moves his hips down a little lower until he's able to very slowly grind against's hank's cock. he doesn't tighten his fingers, watching and waiting for hank's reaction. )
[ there is everything sexy about connor telling him what he wants to do with him, and more importantly, the fact that hank has no say in what's about to happen in their time together. he hisses when he feels the bite, the bruises that connor makes on his skin and there's something wildly satisfying about knowing that connor has a feral side, too, that he can be just as possessive as hank is, and then some.
he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]
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this case has been hard on him and hank, they both know that. it's meant late nights on stake outs and in the station with barely enough time to exchange exhausted kisses before repeating the cycle – wake, work, lunch, work, delays, paperwork, breakthroughs, failures, drive home, pass out, and wake again. it's been tough on something still quite new and fragile, pushed them to the limits on a few occasions, but it's worth it when they finally get their guy.
connor leaves the station practically bursting. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED hovers in his UI for at least twenty minutes, reminding him constantly that they've done it. they've cracked arguably one of their hardest cases to date, and the rush connor gets has got to be similar to the flood of adrenaline humans might experience in a similar environment. by the time he walks through the door he could well be bouncing on his heels if he let himself. instead they file inside much as they have done every other day of the week – though this time there's no tired shuffle of feet, no whirring of systems pushed to the limits.
and connor has noticed hank.
he's very rarely not monitoring the man in some way – creepy, yes, but it's not something connor would ever consider removing completely. in the actual bust it only involved tracking hank's location relative to connor and his vitals, but it was enough to notice his reaction when connor took down the android. and the interrogation, connor observed his responses then too.
connor's a pretty advanced prototype. it's not hard to put the pieces together. )
We did good today.
( connor responds automatically, but he's distracted. there's no way hank hasn't noticed the pulsing of his LED as he considers the best way of approach – hank has quickly assumed the dominant position in every one of their sexual interactions to date, and the man is often unpredictable. it's hard to tell if he'll be more receptive to a slow build, or if connor should dive right in.
but when he looks over at the man, connor knows full well that he won't be slow building. hank has always appreciated a direct approach, right? )
It's been two weeks and three days since we have had intercourse. ( too clinical, of course, but unlike his interest connor's skills for dirty talk tend to take a little time to warm up. connor doesn't need the same time to warm up though, and he turns to walk closer to hank. he advances on the man until hank's back touches the wall, and he smiles ever so gently as he looks him straight in the eyes. hank has the height advantage, but connor is stronger and they both know it. ) Would you agree that we're overdue?
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and hank's also noticed something else, of course; how beautiful connor is. he's always been pretty, this android. it's no secret that he turns heads wherever he goes, android and human both, and he can't help a surge of possessive pleasure, knowing that his home is the one connor returns to, that he's the one connor will faultlessly advance on with such an endearing, charming little smile. his pulse kicks up a notch, and hank can't help but wonder if connor is aware of how good-looking he is.
he'd once said that cyberlife's fucked up when it came to connor, but oh, how wrong he was. cyberlife did something real right here, those perverse bastards, and hank can't help but ruminate on that when he finds himself cornered, stepping back until his back hits the wall just outside the door of the bedroom they pretty much now share.
he snorts, all the same, eyes gentle when it looks like connor's eager to take the reins today. he's most comfortable with taking the lead, yes, but something about tonight and everything about connor rouses hank's curiosity, makes him wonder what he would be like taking charge. not that he's all that comfortable about it, but hank's aware that it's his own pre-conceived notions that simmer under his skin.
he's a big guy, see, and he'd always been the alpha -- it's rare to have him on the receiving end of such an advance. but, his mind reminds him, connor is stronger than he is, and gods that's really fucking hot. ]
Seriously, you've been keeping count? Don't tell me you've got a calendar in that pretty head of yours.
[ hank's more or less used to connor's warming up dirty talk -- it might be clinical, but there's a charm to it that he can't deny. his hand coming to lightly grasp connor's chin, tipping it up so that he can look into his eyes, he almost smiles, amused. ]
Looks like you've got some idea on how to collect on that overdue thing.
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( connor gives a little snort of his own at that – he could talk for hours about hank's strange understanding of androids, but he's a man resolutely on a mission that won't be set back by easy distractions like that. when hank tips his chin connor raises his eyebrows, shrugging easily as he brings his hand up to curl gently around the man's wrist. )
A few.
( he raises up a little on his toes to kiss hank without the man having to duck his head, as soft and sweet as the smile and pressed gently to hank's lips. and then he tugs the man's hand, still gently, away from his chin, and presses his other hand flat in the centre of his chest.
when he pushes this time, it's distinctly less gentle. he gives hank a firm shove, where he'd been mostly leaning against the wall before hank is now flush up against him. connor's hand is firm enough on his chest to keep him there, though it won't hold up under a struggle at this stage. when he leans in this time he also snakes the other hand around the back of hank's neck and yanks him down to connor's level. and then he grazes his teeth over hank's earlobe before murmuring against his ear. )
Once I get you into the bed, I thought I might pin you down and ride you until I orgasm like that alone. Maybe tie your hands, so you can't help. What do you think?
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so when connor pushes him back with incredible, amazing strength and keeps him there, his heart leaps, thrums with surprise and more than a little excitement. he's thought about this often, connor being rough with him, pinning him in place like a vise and taking what he wants. he thinks of it and gets hard, because more than anything he loves connor's capabilities. he loves that relentless drive as much as that inexplicable kindness, the ineffable things that knit him together.
he looks back at him, vivid blue eyes clouded with unmistakable, feral desire, feeling the intoxicating brush of his teeth against his ear, the smoothly sleek intentions whispered so intimately that he shivers.
god, no one has ever made him feel like this before. ]
Do it. [ he manages roughly before he can stop himself and actually think this through. ]
Leave one hand free. I want to touch you when you take my cock up your sweet little ass.
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( hank's on board. despite noting the levels of hank's arousal connor still had his doubts over how much control the man would willingly relinquish, couldn't be sure if there was a line between fantasy and reality that he didn't actually want to cross. but hank's responding beautifully, and it makes connor grin. hank surprises him every day, he's never predictable.
he wonders if he will be able to convince hank to let connor fuck him.
connor takes hold of hank's shirt, fistfuls of the material clenched in each hand, and he uses the grip to leverage hank. the man could probably put up a good fight, but connor keeps himself close enough to mouth along hank's beard and jaw as he pulls him away from the wall and walks him backwards towards the bedroom. connor kicks the door shut behind them before sumo can sneak in too, and then he steps back.
they're both definitely sporting erections at this point, but connor fights hard to keep his face relaxed. )
I'll give you choices. Pick one, or you'll get none. ( he can't help the wicked little smile that crosses his face, and he reaches over to untuck hank's shirt. ) Should I stay clothed with you naked, or should I be naked and keep you fully dressed instead?
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[ that's about the only way to describe it. there is something different about connor now, an edge to him that he'd previously caught in fleeting glimpses, in the way that connor ruthlessly extracts what he needs from suspects. fuck, but it really turns hank on, and being on the receiving end of such strength is mind-numbing and new.
he allows himself to be wholly manhandled. connor's grip is like iron, the strength in him arousing, and while hank would have protested or fought back his curiosity and fascination wins out, his own darkest thoughts rising to the fore. connor is strong, and he can't help but wonder what it's like to be pinned down by him, held while connor takes his pleasure, and fuck, it makes him hard, so hard that he'll be surprised if the android hasn't noticed.
he's stepping towards him when connor steps back, intent on keeping the distance between them small as he snorts at those choices, inwardly thrilled by that dominant assertion. he's giving him a choice now, huh? one, or neither, and he likes the thought of both but: ]
I'm gonna go with B here, Connor. I'll stay clothed. [ his fingers come to touch his cheek, his lips briefly, thumbing over his bottom lip delicately. hank will behave, for now, because fuck him, connor is sexy as hell like this, and he wants to see where it leads. ] Where do you want me?
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( connor preens, there's definitely a streak of vanity about him, a praise kink that gets him off almost as quickly as any kind of physical touch, and it's all being stroked when hank drops statements like that. he doesn't bother to hide the pleased look on his face, but he does hold up a hand again. one on the chest, stopping hank from advancing any further.
his hands come to metal of his belt buckle while he weighs up the question, and then he opens it up and undoes his button and fly. connor leaves it at that for a moment, watching hank with interest. he's quick to make up his mind though, gesturing to the bed with a nod of his head. )
On the bed. ( a simple enough start, but he smiles in a way that says he definitely has more plans bubbling away up there. ) Get your cock out, nothing else. Then put your hands on your chest, I'll be there in a second.
( connor doesn't wait to see of hank follows his instructions, already tugging buttons open and shedding his clothes as quickly as he can manage. )
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Gotta get you to do a striptease for me one day.
[ hank says before he can help himself, and immediately worries if that's a step too far, if that sounds like one of those sleazy patrons with those sex androids. it's different with him, it has to be -- hank loves him for more than just sex, and he forces himself to relax. he's getting on the bed himself, settling in against the pillows and stretching out his legs, more than happy to get comfortable as he watches him shed his clothes, revealing that lovely fair skin. he's studying him with fascination, his gaze racking from shoulder to ass, lingering right at the faintest dip on the small of his back.
he's unzipping himself as ordered, finding himself turned on by just how commanding connor is, and he's drawing his dick out, stroking his length a few more times. he doesn't obey, not really, but he does have one hand over his chest, though. that counts, right? ]
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( if connor has any awareness of hank's sudden burst of insecurity he doesn't show it, dropping his shirt on the floor and grinning easily at the comment. he's never thought of their relationship as focused on sex – it happens, a lot, but they're so much more than that. one thing connor can honestly say he's never considered for even a moment is that hank only wants him for sex.
right now connor definitely wants hank to want him for sex, as much as he loves all the other reasons. he doesn't strip tease but he does make an effort to slow his clothes removal a little, slides his underwear down his thighs slow enough that his erection drags with the material, bouncing as it finally springs free of the material and already mostly hard. once he's completely naked his attention runs fully to hank, and he shakes his head. )
I said hands, didn't I?
( inspired, he pulls his belt from the loops of his pants and brings it with him to the bed. he straddles hanks thighs, hips close enough that their cocks are lightly pressed up against each other. connor takes hold of hank's hand, grip gentle but using enough force that hank won't be able to stop him from removing the man's hand from his cock. he moves it to the chest and then places his hand flat over the back of hank's hand, pressing it down and looking him in the eyes seriously. )
Hold your wrists together. If you listen well enough, I'll let them out before you come. Agreed?
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he can't take his eyes away from his bobbing cock, endlessly fascinated. he's stunningly, achingly beautiful, and hank looks up from his cock to his equally gorgeous face, allowing his hand to be moved from his dick. connor grips his hand, but hank can't find it in himself to protest aside from a grunt and a half-curse. he allows himself to be caught in his hold, caught off guard by connor's intensity.
he likes it, he decides, his cock twitching against connor's dick, and god he wants more. he wants to touch him, he wants to grasp them both and rock up against him, he wants to hear connor moan and whine -- but this, this is his show, and connor doesn't look likely to relinquish it anytime soon.
it's comforting, really, to know that connor's asserting himself because he wants to -- that he doesn't just blindly want to please him. and that he's talking terms, too, and while a small, old-school macho part of hank balks at this, his own fascination with the role-reversal compels him to speak, his mouth dry. ]
If I behave, you let me touch you before I come.
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connor takes hold of the belt instead, removing his hand, and he uses the strap to yank hank's hands up above his head. he has to lean over the man to place them where he wants them, above hank's head, and he holds them against the bed for a moment before giving the bound hands a gentle pat. )
Keep them there, okay? Listen to everything and I'll let you touch me. ( he leans down further, catches hold of the man's jaw and presses a kiss to his lips. he lingers a moment, licks into his mouth and deepens it, but right as it seems like hank is really getting into it connor pulls away and smirks. ) I mean everything, Hank. Even one and you'll have to watch while I get myself off right here.
( he pauses for a moment, slides his hands over hank's shirt and then moves up until he's straddling hank's hips, grinding gently against his cock. )
You know the colours system, right? Green for fine, yellow to stop and reevaluate, red to pull the plug?
( connor's clearly into the dominant role, enjoying the rush of hank following his instructions and the hold he has over the man, but he doesn't want to go too far. the point is for hank to enjoy this too, and connor wants to make sure hank knows that too. he's not remotely interested in just taking advantage of the man and ignoring hank's feelings on the acts. )
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shit, if that isn't boner-inducing that hank doesn't know what is. so he allows himself to look, to admire every clean, sleek line -- and of course, that perennially gorgeous face, the soft brown eyes, the curve of that mouth. hank can't imagine saying no, not when it looks like connor's enjoying himself, and he manages a dry: ]
Yeah, I got it.
[ it's cute that connor thinks hank needs safewords at this juncture, but he takes it in stride with a soft grunt, shifting underneath connor to tease, the heat of connor's kiss still rich on his tongue. god, he wishes connor would kiss him again. ]
What do you want me to do right now, then?
[ hank's definitely listening. ]
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he stays in his position above hank, comfortably rocking against him as he thinks, and his LED whirs away and flashes out his thought processes. and when he levels his eyes on hank, eyes glinting just a little as he decides on what it is he wants to do. he leans over hank again, hands planted either side of hank's head, and he leans to touch his lips to hank's forehead with a gentle reverence that contrasts starkly with the mood he's setting. )
I want you to stay very still. Don't move unless I move you. Can you do that?
( connor brings his hand up, curls around hank's jaw, and uses the grip to turn hank's head and angle it up, baring the man's neck and trailing light nibbles and sucks slowly down the exposed skin. )
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[ hank grumbles, but he does as he asks anyway, testing the give of the bindings before settling in, bracing himself for being denied to hell and back, but still given the delicious treat of watching connor in all his glory. if he can't touch, then at least he'll look to his heart's content.
that's good too, right? before he flips his android over and gives him a hard dicking -- at least, that might be the plan if connor doesn't kill him with sex. he nods. ]
But yeah. I'll behave. You want me to watch you take my cock inside you, huh? You gonna ride me good, darlin'?
[ the pet name comes sweet and easy and playful, but his breath stutters when connor fully takes charge, and all he can do is yield, groaning softly when he tips his head back, feeling those lovely, wonderful lips and teeth and tongue over his throat. ]
...God. Keep doing that.
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( connor grins, ducking his head and yanking the shirt down so that he can suck harder, teeth digging in suddenly and sharply before he soothes the spot with his tongue and the sucking. he's leaving a bruise that's probably going to look quite nasty, but at least no one else will be able to see the dark hickey blossoming just above hank's collarbone, closer to his shoulder than his neck.
that's just for connor. he trails a finger around the outline, admiring his work, then he moves back. he's still holding hank's jaw with the other hand and when he turns it back to face him he murmurs a soft 'kiss me' against his lips before quickly launching a deep, intense kiss.
he cuts off suddenly again, releasing hank's jaw and wrapping his hand around his throat instead. his grip is loose, but he watches the man curiously. once his fingers settle into the position, he moves his hips down a little lower until he's able to very slowly grind against's hank's cock. he doesn't tighten his fingers, watching and waiting for hank's reaction. )
Colour?
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he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
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( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
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oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]