( it's not especially surprising to connor that hank has a wide variety of interests when it comes to sexual engagement. it is a little surprising to him that hank has been just as interested in the moments or acts that are distinctly android-exclusive – tugging at his wires until connor just about shut down from the orgasm, for one – but it's been...nice. reassuring, certainly. hank isn't the only one with insecurities in the relationship, though where hank is loud and bitter about his, connor tends to lean more towards repression and deflection as his unhealthy coping mechanisms of choice. it's not ideal. they're working on it.
at any rate it has been a welcome surprise to have the evidence to back the knowledge that hank was interested in all of him, attracted to all of him. connor has slowly been allowing himself to reveal more of his android aspects to hank – thirium in the fridge, exposing parts of his chassis when hank is around, modifying less of his behaviour to default to a human 'normal'. hank, to his credit, hasn't said a word on the subject. connor is certain that the man has noticed the changes because he is both an excellent detective and incredibly well-attuned to connor, which means that he's almost definitely chosen to keep quiet on the matter. connor loves him all the more for that.
which is what brings him to this strange little idea, in a roundabout way.
it's weird. even by android standards it's not exactly common practice, but connor is curious to a fault – and as it turns out, a bit of a kinky fucker himself. he doesn't bother to run predictions on how hank will receive the suggestion, because hank is almost always unpredictable. even software as advanced as connor's frequently gets it wrong with the man, and so for once he doesn't start calculating odds and percentages. he's going in blind with this, and that's as scary as it is exciting.
connor's standard genital component is far from the only option, and the market has only grown since deviancy. it's taken a few days to execute everything – he had to order a new part, but the installation process had thankfully been quite simple and he hadn't needed to modify anything extensively. it would have put a bit of a dampener on the surprise if connor had needed hank to help him move his parts around for his new junk, after all. his usual phallus part sits in the drawer of the bedside table ( he'll have to remember to warn hank, a disembodied dick might freak him out ) and he sits on the bed as he waits for hank to get home. he's practically vibrating with the anticipation of it all, resisting the urge to start up last minute calculations, and when the door finally opens and closes to signal his return connor genuinely thinks he might cry with relief. )
I'm in here. ( he calls out loudly, and hears the muffled sounds of hank greeting sumo before the footsteps travel towards the bedroom. connor is perched on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, though he's making a concerted effort not to sit quite as stiffly as his default program dictates.
when hank opens the door connor smiles and stands, and because he assumes that hank will quickly identify that there's something up with connor he wastes no time. ) Hi.
( ...except to press a soft kiss to hank's cheek, because there's always time for that. )
I had...an idea. Something I wanted to try. If you don't want to that's okay, of course, but I thought it might...interest you. Maybe.
[ this is new; connor is actually nervous, and hank has seen him stare down murders and unhinged androids without batting an eye. he'd actually assumed, in their time together and after all the cases they've been on, that connor probably actually lacks the program that enables nervousness.
turns out, he's wrong.
hank's shedding his coat, putting it aside properly as he eyes connor up at down, not quite sure what to expect. he looks fine, and he looks more human like this, perched on the edge of the bed with his posture not as ramrod straight. it's fascinating, how quickly connor learns, his lovely android picking up more and more humanlike mannerisms as the weeks and months pass, but still retaining that strong sense of self. he's an android, he always will be, and hank loves him for it. they've been experimenting with different things more and more often, and hank has enjoyed just about all of it.
it's strange, sure, but it's connor, and hank can't imagine shunning something that connor likes, that he's into -- they have more than their fair share of rocky times, sure, but overall, connor can almost swear that this relationship is more functional than any relationship he's ever had with anyone, and that's just strange, too. connor had gotten comfortable, too, revealing more and more of his real self to him, and hank had taken it in stride (had even read up on it, too, in a bid to understand connor better). it's progress, it's connor showing hank more of himself and trusting him with it, and hank can't help but appreciate it.
he damn sure isn't going to let him down. he leans down instinctively and accepts the soft kiss to his cheek, coming to sit beside him so that connor doesn't have to lean back to look up at him. ]
Something you want to try? Like what? Food? I'm tellin' ya again, skim milk tastes like shit.
I believe you when you say skim milk is disgusting. ( connor says, a little disparagingly – and was that a small eye roll? surely not. ) Although I will say I would like to try coffee soon, I suspect the thirium and caffeine will interact somewhat.
( he's getting distracted though, pursuing a line of thought because his actual conversation topic gives him a bizarre mix of excited jitters and nervous buzzing that makes it incredibly hard to focus. it feels bigger than just a sex thing, just suggesting a kink – connor couldn't care less about that, they've both ( admittedly rarely ) floated an idea that the other hasn't been into. but this feels strangely tied to the whole android business in a way that he can't explain.
it's a real risk. or it's not, because he doubts it could ever mean the end of them. it'll just feel personal, irrationally of course, but it will feel that way all the same. )
Don't freak out.
( he warns quickly, and spends a moment or two preconstructing sentences before realising that all of them are inadequate, frankly. so he just leans back a little on the bed, propping himself up on one arm and taking hank's hand with the other. slowly, cautious all the way, he guides the man's hand under the hem of the hoodie he was wearing ( possibly hank's ) and past the waistband of the boxers ( definitely hank's ) and hesitates a moment when hank's hand rests an inch or so away from finding out what exactly hank is proposing. )
Please don't freak out.
( he adds again, his brows furrowing a fraction, and then he locks his eyes with hank and watches him for any signs. he takes a breath, slow deep and entirely artificial, and then pushes hank's hand low enough that he can feel not only the utter lack of a penis, but also the soft folds of the lips in its place. )
of course he does -- he's only human with human failings, and his brain shorts out when he feels something very familiar, something soft and warm and yielding instead of the equally familiar bulge of his dick. hank's seen many, many things since connor's moved in and they've made it more of less official between them both, falling into a welcome, regular pattern with each other, deepening ties, discovering themselves and each other.
this, however, is a discovery hank isn't expecting. he hasn't minded dicks at all, really; in fact, he's come to like them a lot, especially connor's, and it takes all his willpower not to jerk it away like he's been burned. instead, he takes it slower, looking back at him with wide eyes as he struggles to put together something that'll properly explain all of this. for example, his lack of a dick and how, why -- ]
Connor, what --
[ is all he manages to choke out, baffled and taken aback. they hadn't actually talked about this before, and it's not that hank doesn't like it, it's just that -- well, he's going to need more context than this aside from the fact that this is something connor wants to try. did he want to try it because he thinks hank would like it? did it hurt him to change it? is that permanent? how did that even happen? he takes a deep breath, forces himself to stay calm. ]
( so hank does freak out quite a bit, but surprisingly connor isn't worried. he's watching him carefully of course, analysing all of his visual reactions and a number of internal ones too, and the thing is – confusion and surprise aren't disgust.
it's not an answer that hank will tolerate at all, but connor shrugs. and then a moment later, when he confirms hank is still waiting for an actual answer by the man's expectant stare, connor quirks one corner of his lips into a wry smile. )
I found out all of the genital components are compatible with my body.
( he offers, and it's more than a shrug but it still isn't really an explanation. he should have started it before sticking the man's hand down his pants, maybe, but it was easier than verbally explaining the concept. it got to the point far quicker, right? )
My dick is in the drawer still, if you're wondering. If you're not into...this, I can put it back on.
( sounds simple, right? it actually is that easy though. it's not as simple as swapping lego bricks, but it's really not much more involved than that. he can do it himself, he won't need help, installation only takes around five minutes total. he really can just swap them over, more or less. )
I just want to give it a try, see how it's different. Apparently it changes the way the user experiences orgasms too, and reduces the refractory period.
( he brushes his thumb against hank's wrist in soft little circles, slow and soothing. he won't push his hand down any further until hank makes a move now. if hank makes a move, anyway. )
[ androids outclass humans in every way, including refractory periods. hank is grateful that connor actually needs time to get it up again, because he's much older and hank damn sure needs that time before connor gets frisky again. no, there's more to this even as he tries to wrap his mind around it, because connor's saying this like it's all normal to him and it's not fucking normal to hank and he needs some time to actually think about all of this.
he draws his hand out and stares at him -- there's no disgust, no; he's parsing the information he gets and letting it sink in, including the fact that his dick is in the drawer and connor just said it like he'd set aside groceries or something.
his dick is in the fucking drawer. it's all very, very surreal, and even though hank would love nothing more than to jump connor's bones especially when he's wearing his clothes, when everything about him looks so delectable and lovely that he can't wait to peel those clothes off him. he doesn't step away, and simply rests his hand on his thigh, feeling the soft brush of connor's thumb, soothing, letting him settle in. hank, it seems, is less fixated on the how of it than the why, which, really, just shows that he's not too bad at taking the fact that his lover's a swiss army sexbot in stride. more or less. it's still really fucking weird. ]
Did you... want this on your own? I mean, I didn't make you want to do that or something, did I?
( there's a few issues that connor briefly considered might come up, problems hank might have, the answers he might give. that wasn't an issue he'd anticipated. )
Wait– that's what you think?
( connor's eyebrows shoot up and he sits up a little straighter. his other hand comes across to press over hank's at the position on his thigh. hank really is unpredictable. )
Hank, you didn't make me do anything. I was curious. Me. Your opinion matters, but... ( he makes a point to look at the man seriously, driving this point home hard, because it's an important one. ) as a partner, that's all.
( connor squeezes hank's hand firmly, still rubbing in little circles, firmly over hank's pulse point in his wrist. and then he takes the hand, lifts it to his face and presses a kiss to hank's palm before cupping the hand around his own cheek. he leans his head slightly into hank's hand, still looking at him very seriously. no messing around here, not now anyway. )
If I'm getting upgrades, it's because I want them. For me. Even if it's just curiosity.
[ it's always been a major sticking point and a dealbreaker for hank; that connor does what he wants when he wants, and even if hank yells at him for it, he will hate it more if connor only obeys. up until now, he hasn't done it, but it doesn't stop hank from being paranoid somehow. he doesn't want connor to be like the androids specially designed for sex, who only wish to please and fulfill their instructions and missions. no, he's so much more than that, and when connor explains it to him, serious, earnest and intent and so damn adorable, hank only relaxes.
he can take the fucking weirdness, he can, with a little time. hell, he's still wrapping his mind about the vagina thing, and he decides that while this is pretty damn new for him, he loves connor, anyway, which means he will learn to love whatever shit comes his way.
thankfully, that's not really difficult to do. so when connor squeezes his hand and reassures him that this is what he wants, the pinched look goes away. his opinion matters, but just as a partner, and a weight is lifted off his shoulders. he's not connor's owner, but his partner. ]
Partner, right.
[ and he can't help a little smile, finally, when connor says explicitly that he's doing this for himself, and he looks down at those boxers again, now giving in to his curiosity. connor's doing this for himself, and hank can't help but be proud of him. ]
You want them for you, huh. Even a soft pussy? Did you finger yourself, yet?
( he sees the stress ebb away and connor smiles, leans up and quickly cups hank's neck to pull him into a sweet little kiss. just a quick one though, and then he's sitting back again. both hands back on the bed now, and he leans back slightly on them as he watches hank curiously.
and then he asks his question, and connor grins. hank's in. )
Not yet.
( connor glances down at the boxers, and removes a hand from the bed to toy with the waistband slightly instead. he pushes his hand in, but only into the very top of the waistband, hand sitting flush against his stomach. his eyes meet hank's, and he's still curious, but there's something else to the look now. it's heated, and he tilts his head slightly as a thought occurs to him.
he's already sprung a vagina and interchangeable genitalia on hank. this is vanilla by comparison. )
[ this is definitely vanilla by comparison, but it's no less sexy. hank's gaze darkens, becomes more intent and interested once he gets over the hump of interchangeable genitalia and just how casual connor is about it. androids, he thinks giddily, really are superior to humans in just about every way.
his kiss lingering on his lips, hank comes closer, gesturing him back to settle against the pillows at the head of the bed so that he can climb onto the bed as wall, so that hank can sit on the end of it, half-turning around to watch him. ]
Yes. Take those briefs off, spread your legs, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you.
( connor shifts back in the bed, quick and eager and almost scrambling up to the head of the bed. he pauses only to push the pillows up into a better position, less for his comfort and more for support, and then he settles down with his back pressed against them, almost sitting upright but with an incline thanks to those pillows. like this he can rest his head against the headboard, but not so tipped back that he can't watch hank.
that's all he wants to do. he watches as hank moves, watches him settle at the other end of the bed, watches him as connor presses his thighs tightly together despite it making the removal of the briefs a lot more difficult. he works them down his hips, raising up slightly to get them under his ass, then manages to slip them over his knees and down to his ankles all without parting his thighs.
he leaves the underwear at his ankles, and finally his knees spread apart and hank gets his first glimpse of connor's new addition. he'd picked this from a number of components, still just as hairless as he always is, but in place of the dick normally sitting between his legs there's now a neat little set of lips in its place. connor is still watching hank intently as he brushes his hand over his thighs, cups his hand fully over himself, and then slowly slides one finger into himself. )
Is this what you want to see? ( connor sighs, soft and gentle as the way he's touching himself. when he slides the finger back out there's a slight shine to it – the same lubricant found in other parts of his body – and when he replaces one finger with two pushed deep in, his eyes briefly flutter shut. they open again when he pushes them all the way in, and his gaze fixes back on hank, intense as ever. ) Tell me what to do.
[ fuck, this is definitely what he wants to see. connor, ageless and gorgeous, so sleekly leans back against the pillows -- it's endearing how he's scrambling for it, more human that he's ever been, and he's smiling when he closes his legs just to tease him. hank doesn't take his eyes off him, his gaze flickering down to where he's exposing himself. he's helping connor remove his underwear completely, running his fingers lightly over the warm fabric before he sets it aside.
god, where his cock had been there's now a lovely, hairless, beautiful cunt, soft lips and so pale and yet so him, and he looks from it to his chest, masculine and yet feminine at the same time. he's stunning, both male and female all at once, and he finds himself hungry for more. he wants more of him, and when it looks like connor's waiting for instructions, especially after the way he sighs so sweetly, touching himself -- and god is he aroused? -- he can't help but venture closer, watching those two slender fingers slide inside of him. ]
Fuck your fingers nice and slow, babe. [ the first term of endearment, slipping from his lips so easily, so naturally. ] Lemme see you get all wet, first. You like it, don't you? Feels different from having a dick?
( one side of connor's mouth quirks upwards as hank moves further up the bed towards him, and he spreads his legs a little further in response. unnecessary of course, there's plenty of space not only for hank to get a full view but also fit comfortably between connor's legs right now, but it's a tease as much as the underwear removal had been. )
It's good. Completely different, it's– ( he exhales as he sets a slow, languid pace, fingers rhythmically thrusting into his entrance. ) less intense, but also more?
( the response doesn't really make sense, connor thinks, but it's the best he's got right now. connor writhes his hips in minute little movements, adding a slight twist to the motion after a few initial jerks of his wrist, and he's watching hank for his reactions the whole time. he honestly thinks that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's right now even if he wanted to – and he doesn't want to. his eyes are locked on hank's as he pulls his fingers slowly all the way out, and they go up to his mouth to swipe over his tongue quickly before resuming his lazy fingering.
if there's one thing connor is excelling at in spades right now, it's teasing hank. )
[ tastes different -- hank's brain shorts out for the moment at that. for all of his gripes and complaints about connor tasting different fluids, this definitely isn't one of them. he can't tear his eyes away from connor and how he's playing with himself, the glistening of those fingers.
mouth dry, his eyes greedily track every movement, before he's closing the distance between them. he's moving over him now, grabbing his wrist and pinning it over his head, his free hand coming down to trace lightly over those soft, plump lips, surprised that they're so soft, so yielding. ]
My turn, now.
[ hank's gaze is predatory, unwavering, even as he slowly, delicately pushes his finger inside of him. ] My question is -- did they make you a virgin? Did you ask them to?
( connor's eyes widen a little when hank pins his wrist up over his head, looking at him. he doesn't move the hand above his head, just rotating his hips slightly to make hank's gentle graze easier. one hand is still free, and he uses it to reach out and touch hank, touch his cheek and beard and encourage him closer for a kiss. )
It didn't come up during the purchase. ( connor whines softly as hank pushes his finger in, just as slow as connor's pace, but deeper and thicker. hank's finger's are far thicker than connor's, and experiencing them in his fancy new cunt rather than his ass is a lot – but connor's more than up to the challenge. ) Are you going to find out?
( connor rocks his hips up into hank's finger, wriggling the hand in hank's grip and looking up at the trapped hand. his mouth falls open a little and his hips arch further as he looks at hank, a satisfied hum coming from him as hank presses in deep. )
I want you, Hank, I want all of you. Can I have that?
[ hank says like it's the easiest thing in the world. and it is, hank's many hangups aside. being with connor is easy for hank, even though he knows that it's probably challenging for the android to deal with his temper and general grouchiness half the time. he likes to think that he's gotten better at this in the months they've been together, the fights less frequent now that they're trying to settle into something more stable.
and now connor says he wants all of him and hank is just about wholly compromised. what does he say to that, what can he say? he's so soft inside, and hank gently fingerfucks him, realising just how tight he is, how he squeezes so sweetly around his finger. god, he's so lost. he makes a soft noise, before pushing another finger in, wanting to stretch him, to test the give of his body. ]
This feel good?
[ he's curious -- he wants to know how to best please connor, to make him squirm and cry out just for him. so he goes slow, two fingers in and out, in and out. ]
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like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry.
at any rate it has been a welcome surprise to have the evidence to back the knowledge that hank was interested in all of him, attracted to all of him. connor has slowly been allowing himself to reveal more of his android aspects to hank – thirium in the fridge, exposing parts of his chassis when hank is around, modifying less of his behaviour to default to a human 'normal'. hank, to his credit, hasn't said a word on the subject. connor is certain that the man has noticed the changes because he is both an excellent detective and incredibly well-attuned to connor, which means that he's almost definitely chosen to keep quiet on the matter. connor loves him all the more for that.
which is what brings him to this strange little idea, in a roundabout way.
it's weird. even by android standards it's not exactly common practice, but connor is curious to a fault – and as it turns out, a bit of a kinky fucker himself. he doesn't bother to run predictions on how hank will receive the suggestion, because hank is almost always unpredictable. even software as advanced as connor's frequently gets it wrong with the man, and so for once he doesn't start calculating odds and percentages. he's going in blind with this, and that's as scary as it is exciting.
connor's standard genital component is far from the only option, and the market has only grown since deviancy. it's taken a few days to execute everything – he had to order a new part, but the installation process had thankfully been quite simple and he hadn't needed to modify anything extensively. it would have put a bit of a dampener on the surprise if connor had needed hank to help him move his parts around for his new junk, after all. his usual phallus part sits in the drawer of the bedside table ( he'll have to remember to warn hank, a disembodied dick might freak him out ) and he sits on the bed as he waits for hank to get home. he's practically vibrating with the anticipation of it all, resisting the urge to start up last minute calculations, and when the door finally opens and closes to signal his return connor genuinely thinks he might cry with relief. )
I'm in here. ( he calls out loudly, and hears the muffled sounds of hank greeting sumo before the footsteps travel towards the bedroom. connor is perched on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, though he's making a concerted effort not to sit quite as stiffly as his default program dictates.
when hank opens the door connor smiles and stands, and because he assumes that hank will quickly identify that there's something up with connor he wastes no time. ) Hi.
( ...except to press a soft kiss to hank's cheek, because there's always time for that. )
I had...an idea. Something I wanted to try. If you don't want to that's okay, of course, but I thought it might...interest you. Maybe.
( he's a little nervous. )
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turns out, he's wrong.
hank's shedding his coat, putting it aside properly as he eyes connor up at down, not quite sure what to expect. he looks fine, and he looks more human like this, perched on the edge of the bed with his posture not as ramrod straight. it's fascinating, how quickly connor learns, his lovely android picking up more and more humanlike mannerisms as the weeks and months pass, but still retaining that strong sense of self. he's an android, he always will be, and hank loves him for it. they've been experimenting with different things more and more often, and hank has enjoyed just about all of it.
it's strange, sure, but it's connor, and hank can't imagine shunning something that connor likes, that he's into -- they have more than their fair share of rocky times, sure, but overall, connor can almost swear that this relationship is more functional than any relationship he's ever had with anyone, and that's just strange, too. connor had gotten comfortable, too, revealing more and more of his real self to him, and hank had taken it in stride (had even read up on it, too, in a bid to understand connor better). it's progress, it's connor showing hank more of himself and trusting him with it, and hank can't help but appreciate it.
he damn sure isn't going to let him down. he leans down instinctively and accepts the soft kiss to his cheek, coming to sit beside him so that connor doesn't have to lean back to look up at him. ]
Something you want to try? Like what? Food? I'm tellin' ya again, skim milk tastes like shit.
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( he's getting distracted though, pursuing a line of thought because his actual conversation topic gives him a bizarre mix of excited jitters and nervous buzzing that makes it incredibly hard to focus. it feels bigger than just a sex thing, just suggesting a kink – connor couldn't care less about that, they've both ( admittedly rarely ) floated an idea that the other hasn't been into. but this feels strangely tied to the whole android business in a way that he can't explain.
it's a real risk. or it's not, because he doubts it could ever mean the end of them. it'll just feel personal, irrationally of course, but it will feel that way all the same. )
Don't freak out.
( he warns quickly, and spends a moment or two preconstructing sentences before realising that all of them are inadequate, frankly. so he just leans back a little on the bed, propping himself up on one arm and taking hank's hand with the other. slowly, cautious all the way, he guides the man's hand under the hem of the hoodie he was wearing ( possibly hank's ) and past the waistband of the boxers ( definitely hank's ) and hesitates a moment when hank's hand rests an inch or so away from finding out what exactly hank is proposing. )
Please don't freak out.
( he adds again, his brows furrowing a fraction, and then he locks his eyes with hank and watches him for any signs. he takes a breath, slow deep and entirely artificial, and then pushes hank's hand low enough that he can feel not only the utter lack of a penis, but also the soft folds of the lips in its place. )
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of course he does -- he's only human with human failings, and his brain shorts out when he feels something very familiar, something soft and warm and yielding instead of the equally familiar bulge of his dick. hank's seen many, many things since connor's moved in and they've made it more of less official between them both, falling into a welcome, regular pattern with each other, deepening ties, discovering themselves and each other.
this, however, is a discovery hank isn't expecting. he hasn't minded dicks at all, really; in fact, he's come to like them a lot, especially connor's, and it takes all his willpower not to jerk it away like he's been burned. instead, he takes it slower, looking back at him with wide eyes as he struggles to put together something that'll properly explain all of this. for example, his lack of a dick and how, why -- ]
Connor, what --
[ is all he manages to choke out, baffled and taken aback. they hadn't actually talked about this before, and it's not that hank doesn't like it, it's just that -- well, he's going to need more context than this aside from the fact that this is something connor wants to try. did he want to try it because he thinks hank would like it? did it hurt him to change it? is that permanent? how did that even happen? he takes a deep breath, forces himself to stay calm. ]
Explain.
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it's not an answer that hank will tolerate at all, but connor shrugs. and then a moment later, when he confirms hank is still waiting for an actual answer by the man's expectant stare, connor quirks one corner of his lips into a wry smile. )
I found out all of the genital components are compatible with my body.
( he offers, and it's more than a shrug but it still isn't really an explanation. he should have started it before sticking the man's hand down his pants, maybe, but it was easier than verbally explaining the concept. it got to the point far quicker, right? )
My dick is in the drawer still, if you're wondering. If you're not into...this, I can put it back on.
( sounds simple, right? it actually is that easy though. it's not as simple as swapping lego bricks, but it's really not much more involved than that. he can do it himself, he won't need help, installation only takes around five minutes total. he really can just swap them over, more or less. )
I just want to give it a try, see how it's different. Apparently it changes the way the user experiences orgasms too, and reduces the refractory period.
( he brushes his thumb against hank's wrist in soft little circles, slow and soothing. he won't push his hand down any further until hank makes a move now. if hank makes a move, anyway. )
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[ androids outclass humans in every way, including refractory periods. hank is grateful that connor actually needs time to get it up again, because he's much older and hank damn sure needs that time before connor gets frisky again. no, there's more to this even as he tries to wrap his mind around it, because connor's saying this like it's all normal to him and it's not fucking normal to hank and he needs some time to actually think about all of this.
he draws his hand out and stares at him -- there's no disgust, no; he's parsing the information he gets and letting it sink in, including the fact that his dick is in the drawer and connor just said it like he'd set aside groceries or something.
his dick is in the fucking drawer. it's all very, very surreal, and even though hank would love nothing more than to jump connor's bones especially when he's wearing his clothes, when everything about him looks so delectable and lovely that he can't wait to peel those clothes off him. he doesn't step away, and simply rests his hand on his thigh, feeling the soft brush of connor's thumb, soothing, letting him settle in. hank, it seems, is less fixated on the how of it than the why, which, really, just shows that he's not too bad at taking the fact that his lover's a swiss army sexbot in stride. more or less. it's still really fucking weird. ]
Did you... want this on your own? I mean, I didn't make you want to do that or something, did I?
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Wait– that's what you think?
( connor's eyebrows shoot up and he sits up a little straighter. his other hand comes across to press over hank's at the position on his thigh. hank really is unpredictable. )
Hank, you didn't make me do anything. I was curious. Me. Your opinion matters, but... ( he makes a point to look at the man seriously, driving this point home hard, because it's an important one. ) as a partner, that's all.
( connor squeezes hank's hand firmly, still rubbing in little circles, firmly over hank's pulse point in his wrist. and then he takes the hand, lifts it to his face and presses a kiss to hank's palm before cupping the hand around his own cheek. he leans his head slightly into hank's hand, still looking at him very seriously. no messing around here, not now anyway. )
If I'm getting upgrades, it's because I want them. For me. Even if it's just curiosity.
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he can take the fucking weirdness, he can, with a little time. hell, he's still wrapping his mind about the vagina thing, and he decides that while this is pretty damn new for him, he loves connor, anyway, which means he will learn to love whatever shit comes his way.
thankfully, that's not really difficult to do. so when connor squeezes his hand and reassures him that this is what he wants, the pinched look goes away. his opinion matters, but just as a partner, and a weight is lifted off his shoulders. he's not connor's owner, but his partner. ]
Partner, right.
[ and he can't help a little smile, finally, when connor says explicitly that he's doing this for himself, and he looks down at those boxers again, now giving in to his curiosity. connor's doing this for himself, and hank can't help but be proud of him. ]
You want them for you, huh. Even a soft pussy? Did you finger yourself, yet?
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and then he asks his question, and connor grins. hank's in. )
Not yet.
( connor glances down at the boxers, and removes a hand from the bed to toy with the waistband slightly instead. he pushes his hand in, but only into the very top of the waistband, hand sitting flush against his stomach. his eyes meet hank's, and he's still curious, but there's something else to the look now. it's heated, and he tilts his head slightly as a thought occurs to him.
he's already sprung a vagina and interchangeable genitalia on hank. this is vanilla by comparison. )
Would you like me to?
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his kiss lingering on his lips, hank comes closer, gesturing him back to settle against the pillows at the head of the bed so that he can climb onto the bed as wall, so that hank can sit on the end of it, half-turning around to watch him. ]
Yes. Take those briefs off, spread your legs, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you.
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that's all he wants to do. he watches as hank moves, watches him settle at the other end of the bed, watches him as connor presses his thighs tightly together despite it making the removal of the briefs a lot more difficult. he works them down his hips, raising up slightly to get them under his ass, then manages to slip them over his knees and down to his ankles all without parting his thighs.
he leaves the underwear at his ankles, and finally his knees spread apart and hank gets his first glimpse of connor's new addition. he'd picked this from a number of components, still just as hairless as he always is, but in place of the dick normally sitting between his legs there's now a neat little set of lips in its place. connor is still watching hank intently as he brushes his hand over his thighs, cups his hand fully over himself, and then slowly slides one finger into himself. )
Is this what you want to see? ( connor sighs, soft and gentle as the way he's touching himself. when he slides the finger back out there's a slight shine to it – the same lubricant found in other parts of his body – and when he replaces one finger with two pushed deep in, his eyes briefly flutter shut. they open again when he pushes them all the way in, and his gaze fixes back on hank, intense as ever. ) Tell me what to do.
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god, where his cock had been there's now a lovely, hairless, beautiful cunt, soft lips and so pale and yet so him, and he looks from it to his chest, masculine and yet feminine at the same time. he's stunning, both male and female all at once, and he finds himself hungry for more. he wants more of him, and when it looks like connor's waiting for instructions, especially after the way he sighs so sweetly, touching himself -- and god is he aroused? -- he can't help but venture closer, watching those two slender fingers slide inside of him. ]
Fuck your fingers nice and slow, babe. [ the first term of endearment, slipping from his lips so easily, so naturally. ] Lemme see you get all wet, first. You like it, don't you? Feels different from having a dick?
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It's good. Completely different, it's– ( he exhales as he sets a slow, languid pace, fingers rhythmically thrusting into his entrance. ) less intense, but also more?
( the response doesn't really make sense, connor thinks, but it's the best he's got right now. connor writhes his hips in minute little movements, adding a slight twist to the motion after a few initial jerks of his wrist, and he's watching hank for his reactions the whole time. he honestly thinks that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's right now even if he wanted to – and he doesn't want to. his eyes are locked on hank's as he pulls his fingers slowly all the way out, and they go up to his mouth to swipe over his tongue quickly before resuming his lazy fingering.
if there's one thing connor is excelling at in spades right now, it's teasing hank. )
Tastes different, too.
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mouth dry, his eyes greedily track every movement, before he's closing the distance between them. he's moving over him now, grabbing his wrist and pinning it over his head, his free hand coming down to trace lightly over those soft, plump lips, surprised that they're so soft, so yielding. ]
My turn, now.
[ hank's gaze is predatory, unwavering, even as he slowly, delicately pushes his finger inside of him. ] My question is -- did they make you a virgin? Did you ask them to?
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It didn't come up during the purchase. ( connor whines softly as hank pushes his finger in, just as slow as connor's pace, but deeper and thicker. hank's finger's are far thicker than connor's, and experiencing them in his fancy new cunt rather than his ass is a lot – but connor's more than up to the challenge. ) Are you going to find out?
( connor rocks his hips up into hank's finger, wriggling the hand in hank's grip and looking up at the trapped hand. his mouth falls open a little and his hips arch further as he looks at hank, a satisfied hum coming from him as hank presses in deep. )
I want you, Hank, I want all of you. Can I have that?
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[ hank says like it's the easiest thing in the world. and it is, hank's many hangups aside. being with connor is easy for hank, even though he knows that it's probably challenging for the android to deal with his temper and general grouchiness half the time. he likes to think that he's gotten better at this in the months they've been together, the fights less frequent now that they're trying to settle into something more stable.
and now connor says he wants all of him and hank is just about wholly compromised. what does he say to that, what can he say? he's so soft inside, and hank gently fingerfucks him, realising just how tight he is, how he squeezes so sweetly around his finger. god, he's so lost. he makes a soft noise, before pushing another finger in, wanting to stretch him, to test the give of his body. ]
This feel good?
[ he's curious -- he wants to know how to best please connor, to make him squirm and cry out just for him. so he goes slow, two fingers in and out, in and out. ]