[ it occurs to hank that this is most likely connor's first orgasm with someone else, and a part of him puffs up with entirely masculine pride and pleasure. connor sounds strained, out of breath (which is something hank didn't think androids were capable of). he sounds wrecked, and hank doesn't pull out of him, keeping his dick warm inside his android as he shifts, gently tugging connor into his arms as he lies on his side, keeping his lover out of the wet spot, arms coming to wrap possessively around him. he's still buried inside, cradled by connor, and he's nosing along his neck, his shoulders, the rise and fall of his body as his hand moves to rest over where connor's thirium pump is working overtime.
he loves this, he decides. he loves the moments that come after a blinding orgasm, and he's pretty sure his own come is dribbling out of connor's hole and onto his thighs and everywhere. it's a mess, but hank doesn't care. hank's marked him, he decides -- connor is his, and he's taking the time to stroke connor, soothing him. he won't forget this in a hurry, when connor looks so damn blissed out and so young that hank's heart thumps painfully. fuck, he thinks. he's in love with him and everything about this is wonderful and messed up all at once. he didn't think connor would be able to look this happy, and he makes a soft, approving noise, realising that he's the one who's doing this to him. he's the one who's making connor happy.
he nuzzles against his ear then, more contemplative than he's ever been as he lazily traces circles over connor's chest. ]
Got you to curse. Sounds weird on you. But good.
[ always good. for the first time in a long, long while, hank doesn't feel like a useless, washed-up sack of shit. he's actually managed to make someone happy. how rare is that? ]
( connor finds hank's hand with his own and laces their fingers quickly, squeezing their palms together and bringing one up to press his lips lightly over their joined knuckles. it's so easy to let hank moves him around, the man arranging their positions into something warm and comfortable. something in his chest swells so much it's almost painful, and hank's gentle touch on his chest fills connor with such affection that he thinks he might burst.
yeah, the sex was great, the orgasm was amazing, but this? this is the best part. he's wrapped in hank's arms, cock still pushed inside of him and leaving him feeling full, and everything from his fingers to the gentle brush of the beard against his face. connor's happy,. he's so happy, he can't possibly get rid of the bright, warm smile on his face. he doesn't want to either, wants hank to see the happiness he's radiating from every inch of his body.
and on a slightly weirder note, now that hank's dick is slowly softening there is definitely come slipping out of his hole, and he drops a hand down and wiggles it between their bodies, swiping his fingers through the sticky mess smearing his cheeks and thighs. )
[ hank tells him with a low rumble, his beard brushing over his bare shoulder as he drops more kisses over his skin, aware that connor can feel them. he can feel it, too, when the android moves to lace their fingers together, making a soft, approving little noise when he kisses over his knuckles.
it's lovely, and he can't help but smile, feeling the happiness connor radiates, unable to believe that it's coming from him. connor right now is a far cry from the connor before. now, he's more animated, his instructions tossed out the window. he's curled up against him so intimately, too, and hank's acutely aware of his cock softening inside that lovely little hole.
still, he doesn't move, preferring to keep connor nestled lovingly in his arms. ]
You're feelin' cuddly, huh?
[ he teases, because he feels... happy, too. satisfied, even if a part of him is constantly on the lookout for when this, too, would be taken away from him. he allows himself these moments, and when connor moves again, his hand sliding between their bodies, ostensibly to scoop up some come, hank raises his brows, curious at what he means to do. ]
( connor chuckles, wriggles a little against hank and settles comfortably against his chest. once he's got hank's arm close enough, he presses a kiss to the man's bicep and murmurs "fuck" against his skin, grinning all the while.
'cuddly' is a pretty accurate description, honestly. it's such a different feeling to the fierce, burning pleasure they'd been wrapped in only moments earlier, but connor honestly can't decide which he prefers. it's a different kind of pleasure, less intense but satisfying in a way he can't explain yet.
he has feelings for hank, that's not exactly a revelation, but even connor is surprised by just how strong they are. he'll have to evaluate that again later, when hank's arms around him aren't blurring his logic processes and leaving him a little light-headed. )
This is nice, ( he says simply, by way of an explanation. not that he needs to justify himself, but he wants hank to know. ) Can we stay like this a while?
( the sweet sentiment is slightly sullied by the fact that he's running his fingers through the semen leaking around hank's soft cock though, and his fingers brush lightly against the vein running along the underside of the man's cock as he gathers some on the tips of his fingers.
without hesitation, he brings them up and rubs the fingers over his tongue, closes his lips around them and sucks the residue off. immediately his analysis features spring to life, informing him of the physical and chemical properties of seminal fluid – calcium, chloride, citrate, fructose, glucose, lactic acid, magnesium, potassium, protein, sodium, urea, zinc, traces of thirium and lubricating fluid courtesy of connor. and also information about hank too, sperm count, pH, approximate cholesterol levels. )
[ damn straight they can stay like this awhile -- how does hank even deny him when he asks this so sweetly? happiness, contentment, bliss, it all radiates from connor, and hank has never loved him more. he's stroking light circles over that thirium pump, faltering as he shivers at the touch, feeling those deft fingers stroke his dick, whatever connor can reach.
he's nuzzling against his ear, kissing his earlobe as he curiously watches connor's more curious side, the way he sucks it off. his seed, he thinks dizzily, combined with the less sexy lube of connor's ass -- but mostly his seed. his android lover is tasting him, and his grip on android inexplicably tightens, just a little. he might be disgusted with connor doing that on crime scenes, but right now? right now, this is pretty good.
also, it's really sexy watching those fingers go into his mouth. ]
( it occurs to connor that he still needs to replace his missing biocomponents, but they're somewhere on the bed and connor honestly doesn't want to break the mood just to shove some unessential parts back into his abdomen. instead he just nuzzles back into hank, presses his hips back tight against hank's, and grins around the fingers in his mouth.
he pulls them out with a subtle little 'pop', then moves his hand back to curl around hank's hip and keep him pressed completely against connor's back. eventually hank's dick is going to soften enough that it won't stay in his ass, but for now he can still feel him and connor's grin only widens as he squeezes the muscles around him. )
Yeah, ( he sounds amused, just a little. mostly he's just really interested in hank's response, and he wonders which part of it did it more for hank. so naturally, he slips his fingers into his mouth again, waiting for the response as he sucks on them idly before pulling them back out again and running the fingers over the back of hank's hand lightly. ) it's you. How could I not?
[ fuck. connor's getting all sweet and affectionate and hank is pretty sure his weary old heart isn't going to be able to take it. he squeezes around his dick, and hank gasps, oversensitive and overstimulated. also, connor definitely needs to be putting his biocomponents back inside of him, and slowly, surely, he's sliding out of that warm, welcoming sheath. as much as hank would like falling asleep deep inside his connor, he knows that's not quite a possibility right now. besides, this gives him the angle to really watch the ridiculously sexy way connor's licking his fingers, sucking on them and making hank's mouth dry even if he'd just ejaculated inside of him.
he groans, low and long-suffering but nonetheless quite appreciative. ]
You're going to kill me.
[ he tells him, because connor really is going to fucking kill him, and he is going to remember that for ages. he's fascinated by it, his hand curling to lace with connor's, wanting more of his touch, his tender affection. connor wants to taste him because it's him, and fuck, does the android even realise how good that sounds? ]
You know this means you can never actually put anything else from crime scenes in your mouth again, right?
( connor makes a soft sound of protest, somewhere between a hum and whine, as hank finally slides out of him entirely. he can definitely feel sticky fluid seeping out of him now, and it's a strange sensation. not unpleasant, there's definitely an aspect of it that connor decides he definitely wants in any future encounters they have, if hank is amenable.
but now that hank is no longer inside of him connor is free to move a little, enough that he very quickly gathers up the components discarded carelessly on the bed. he keeps his back to hank as he quickly opens up a compartment and slots them back into place, but once the synthetic skin has replaced he lets go of hank's hand long enough to roll over.
he's facing hank now, and it's so much better like this. he can reach up and touch hank's face, see him smile, and connor leans in and kisses him, slow and deep, until he's sure that hank needs to surface for air. )
Hank, I hope you're not suggesting I compromise my work so that I can kiss you. My mouth is incredibly clean, it self-sterilises after every sample.
I'm saying you can use the CSI labs for that. My dick goes inside you, babe! I don't care that you do that self-sterilising shit, just thinking about all the gross things you taste makes my dick soft.
[ hank could probably be more cranky than he currently sounds, but he's too busy being distracted by all that come dribbling out of connor's tight, tight little hole that's almost too small to take him. god, it's really fucking sexy, and he can feel his pulse race, just a little at the sight of it. he's tucking connor into his arms when he cuddles close and kisses him, leaning into his hand before taking a deep breath, almost panting.
god, androids don't need to breathe and that's ridiculously convenient, because he hates the moments that take him away from connor. so he dips down again to claim his lips, drawing him into another deep, deep kiss. when he pulls away a second time, hank is remarkably clear-eyed, even though his voice is pitched low and husky. ]
I don't have beer before we have sex, you don't stick gross shit into your mouth. Deal?
( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.
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he loves this, he decides. he loves the moments that come after a blinding orgasm, and he's pretty sure his own come is dribbling out of connor's hole and onto his thighs and everywhere. it's a mess, but hank doesn't care. hank's marked him, he decides -- connor is his, and he's taking the time to stroke connor, soothing him. he won't forget this in a hurry, when connor looks so damn blissed out and so young that hank's heart thumps painfully. fuck, he thinks. he's in love with him and everything about this is wonderful and messed up all at once. he didn't think connor would be able to look this happy, and he makes a soft, approving noise, realising that he's the one who's doing this to him. he's the one who's making connor happy.
he nuzzles against his ear then, more contemplative than he's ever been as he lazily traces circles over connor's chest. ]
Got you to curse. Sounds weird on you. But good.
[ always good. for the first time in a long, long while, hank doesn't feel like a useless, washed-up sack of shit. he's actually managed to make someone happy. how rare is that? ]
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( connor finds hank's hand with his own and laces their fingers quickly, squeezing their palms together and bringing one up to press his lips lightly over their joined knuckles. it's so easy to let hank moves him around, the man arranging their positions into something warm and comfortable. something in his chest swells so much it's almost painful, and hank's gentle touch on his chest fills connor with such affection that he thinks he might burst.
yeah, the sex was great, the orgasm was amazing, but this? this is the best part. he's wrapped in hank's arms, cock still pushed inside of him and leaving him feeling full, and everything from his fingers to the gentle brush of the beard against his face. connor's happy,. he's so happy, he can't possibly get rid of the bright, warm smile on his face. he doesn't want to either, wants hank to see the happiness he's radiating from every inch of his body.
and on a slightly weirder note, now that hank's dick is slowly softening there is definitely come slipping out of his hole, and he drops a hand down and wiggles it between their bodies, swiping his fingers through the sticky mess smearing his cheeks and thighs. )
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[ hank tells him with a low rumble, his beard brushing over his bare shoulder as he drops more kisses over his skin, aware that connor can feel them. he can feel it, too, when the android moves to lace their fingers together, making a soft, approving little noise when he kisses over his knuckles.
it's lovely, and he can't help but smile, feeling the happiness connor radiates, unable to believe that it's coming from him. connor right now is a far cry from the connor before. now, he's more animated, his instructions tossed out the window. he's curled up against him so intimately, too, and hank's acutely aware of his cock softening inside that lovely little hole.
still, he doesn't move, preferring to keep connor nestled lovingly in his arms. ]
You're feelin' cuddly, huh?
[ he teases, because he feels... happy, too. satisfied, even if a part of him is constantly on the lookout for when this, too, would be taken away from him. he allows himself these moments, and when connor moves again, his hand sliding between their bodies, ostensibly to scoop up some come, hank raises his brows, curious at what he means to do. ]
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'cuddly' is a pretty accurate description, honestly. it's such a different feeling to the fierce, burning pleasure they'd been wrapped in only moments earlier, but connor honestly can't decide which he prefers. it's a different kind of pleasure, less intense but satisfying in a way he can't explain yet.
he has feelings for hank, that's not exactly a revelation, but even connor is surprised by just how strong they are. he'll have to evaluate that again later, when hank's arms around him aren't blurring his logic processes and leaving him a little light-headed. )
This is nice, ( he says simply, by way of an explanation. not that he needs to justify himself, but he wants hank to know. ) Can we stay like this a while?
( the sweet sentiment is slightly sullied by the fact that he's running his fingers through the semen leaking around hank's soft cock though, and his fingers brush lightly against the vein running along the underside of the man's cock as he gathers some on the tips of his fingers.
without hesitation, he brings them up and rubs the fingers over his tongue, closes his lips around them and sucks the residue off. immediately his analysis features spring to life, informing him of the physical and chemical properties of seminal fluid – calcium, chloride, citrate, fructose, glucose, lactic acid, magnesium, potassium, protein, sodium, urea, zinc, traces of thirium and lubricating fluid courtesy of connor. and also information about hank too, sperm count, pH, approximate cholesterol levels. )
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[ damn straight they can stay like this awhile -- how does hank even deny him when he asks this so sweetly? happiness, contentment, bliss, it all radiates from connor, and hank has never loved him more. he's stroking light circles over that thirium pump, faltering as he shivers at the touch, feeling those deft fingers stroke his dick, whatever connor can reach.
he's nuzzling against his ear, kissing his earlobe as he curiously watches connor's more curious side, the way he sucks it off. his seed, he thinks dizzily, combined with the less sexy lube of connor's ass -- but mostly his seed. his android lover is tasting him, and his grip on android inexplicably tightens, just a little. he might be disgusted with connor doing that on crime scenes, but right now? right now, this is pretty good.
also, it's really sexy watching those fingers go into his mouth. ]
Y'like it?
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he pulls them out with a subtle little 'pop', then moves his hand back to curl around hank's hip and keep him pressed completely against connor's back. eventually hank's dick is going to soften enough that it won't stay in his ass, but for now he can still feel him and connor's grin only widens as he squeezes the muscles around him. )
Yeah, ( he sounds amused, just a little. mostly he's just really interested in hank's response, and he wonders which part of it did it more for hank. so naturally, he slips his fingers into his mouth again, waiting for the response as he sucks on them idly before pulling them back out again and running the fingers over the back of hank's hand lightly. ) it's you. How could I not?
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he groans, low and long-suffering but nonetheless quite appreciative. ]
You're going to kill me.
[ he tells him, because connor really is going to fucking kill him, and he is going to remember that for ages. he's fascinated by it, his hand curling to lace with connor's, wanting more of his touch, his tender affection. connor wants to taste him because it's him, and fuck, does the android even realise how good that sounds? ]
You know this means you can never actually put anything else from crime scenes in your mouth again, right?
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but now that hank is no longer inside of him connor is free to move a little, enough that he very quickly gathers up the components discarded carelessly on the bed. he keeps his back to hank as he quickly opens up a compartment and slots them back into place, but once the synthetic skin has replaced he lets go of hank's hand long enough to roll over.
he's facing hank now, and it's so much better like this. he can reach up and touch hank's face, see him smile, and connor leans in and kisses him, slow and deep, until he's sure that hank needs to surface for air. )
Hank, I hope you're not suggesting I compromise my work so that I can kiss you. My mouth is incredibly clean, it self-sterilises after every sample.
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[ hank could probably be more cranky than he currently sounds, but he's too busy being distracted by all that come dribbling out of connor's tight, tight little hole that's almost too small to take him. god, it's really fucking sexy, and he can feel his pulse race, just a little at the sight of it. he's tucking connor into his arms when he cuddles close and kisses him, leaning into his hand before taking a deep breath, almost panting.
god, androids don't need to breathe and that's ridiculously convenient, because he hates the moments that take him away from connor. so he dips down again to claim his lips, drawing him into another deep, deep kiss. when he pulls away a second time, hank is remarkably clear-eyed, even though his voice is pitched low and husky. ]
I don't have beer before we have sex, you don't stick gross shit into your mouth. Deal?
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( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
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[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.