( he's been visiting markus and the rest of the jericho leadership a lot more lately. in part due to hank's insistence that working together and living together was too much if they didn't at least have different friends, but now he genuinely enjoys the time. it's good to get an update on the progress of the bills moving through government, and beyond that the group are genuinely fun to hang out with.
this means that connor gets home late, and when he comes in the house is quiet. odd, he would have expected hank to be on the couch watching some sports game at this time. he's not that concerned though, just wanders through the house looking around – pizza box, unsurprising, empty beer bottles, also expected. noises from the bedroom? not really. he goes quiet, listening carefully, and he just about picks up laboured and hitched breathing. brows furrowed, connor walks down to hank's room and walks in without knocking.
he freezes. he shouldn't, but he does, and he shouldn't stare but he does. he can just about make out the video playing on the laptop behind hank's shoulders, can clearly see hank's hand on his own dick, legs slightly spread. he can see a lot from here, and he shouldn't stare but it's exactly what happens. )
Hank...
( he starts, voice soft and caught in a hoarse sound that almost resembles static quietly underlaying his normal tones. )
[ to be fair, hank didn't actually send him away just so he could have time to himself. at least, that wasn't the sole purpose. there was some shit he had to get done, some alone time to himself, things to ream people out about (he has a list).
but then he'd finished it quicker than he'd thought, and pizza and beer had been the choice of the day, followed by idle fondling on the couch as he watched some show or another. all in all, not a very exciting day, but he'd retired earlier than he'd thought. connor's late, he thinks, but at least he'd been socialising more and that's a good thing, except for when hank is feeling horny and his oft feisty android lover isn't in the picture.
so porn it is, one of those hardcore filthy ones with an older, beefy man and his twink, and hank's halfway through rubbing one out, thick fingers fisting his dick, full and flushed dark, while the moans of that pretty little twink that so reminds him of connor is railed mercilessly into the edge of the jacuzzi, legs spread wide and his hole already dripping with cum.
hank only jumps when he hears connor's voice, but he doesn't stop, looking back at him with hooded eyes and fuck he's so horny he's going to snap something. ]
You're late.
[ fuck, he should stop, he should, but being discovered like this, bare-ass naked in his chair with two people going at it like horny dogs onscreen, and he swivels around in it, showing connor just about everything.
( directives pop up everywhere in his vision, conflicting orders and priorities all demanding his attention in equal measure. it's a lot, and it takes him more than a minute to clear them all from his UI. it takes more than two. as the third minute is ticking over he finally narrows it to a few options:
△ leave the room ◯ ask him to stop ╳ join him ☐pretend it isn't happening
none of them jump out to connor, and he half wants to groan with frustration. instead there's a whirring sound a little like a whine, and he presses his lips shut in annoyance as he tries to regain control of his apparently useless body. cyberlife's greatest creation, brought to near shutdown by a middle aged man masturbating in his own bedroom.
minute three sees him starting to regain control and he's almost ready to make a decision, but then hank just turns fully to him and connor's jaw falls open. that's...a lot. honestly it's not the first time he's thought about hank like this, but connor has resolutely buried his desire between hard walls of mutual friendship and support. hank is his colleague, his partner. he shouldn't think about him like that. but apparently...hank thinks about him. should he be resisting when it's clearly something mutual?
connor takes a few steps forward, and more objectives and notifications pop up in his vision:
thermal regulator: 64% function, mild impairment - recalibrate? respiratory component emulator: offline - reboot? upper motor functions: 0.0000125 second delay - recalibrate? vocal component #2751: unknown error - run diagnosis?
connor realises he hasn't actually spoken again yet, and he opens his mouth to say something. takes another few steps forward. now he's at the bed and god, there's got to be only a few feet between him and the chair. him and hank. connor clears his throat loudly, and tries again. )
The meeting ran over, ( he explains, and his voice still has that slightly static-y background tone to it. apparently forcibly clearing his throat did nothing to jolt his vocal component into normal function. ) and then we lost track of time. North is quite a good storyteller.
( he is resolutely not looking at hank's dick now, just staring the man dead in the eyes as his hands fidget by his sides. he wants to pull his coin out, recalibrate and start to feel a bit more normal, but something stops him. instead, he walks again until he's stopped in front of hank. his thirium pump is thundering, and he's not sure if it should do that but honestly he doesn't much care right now. it's causing a strange sensation that feels a lot like what humans call a 'lump in their throat' and he wonders if this is anxiety.
interesting.
at any rate, he's close enough that the material of his pants can brush against hank's legs gently, and finally he lowers his eyes. hank isn't pumping away at the rate he had been when connor walked in, but he's still going at it with slow strokes, lazily keeping his dick hard. humans can't just toggle a boner on, after all. connor hums a moment in thought, and then he drops to his knees and rests both of his hands on hank's thighs.
and doesn't say anything, yet. he just watches hank's hand. )
[ it's a wonder hank hasn't come yet, in the three minutes that connor is evidently running through his UI (hank can practically see the system whirring away), and he can't help a flicker of amusement when he hears that soft little sound, the faintest smirk tugging at his mouth in the face of connor's entirely too human annoyance.
but here they are now, an android and his human, middle-aged lover, with the latter's dick in his own hand and pre-cum leaking, the background noise of two men going at it with all the raw, primal desire of the moment. fucking, hank thinks absently as connor clearly makes his decision, turns people into animals. what then, do androids turn into?
hank doesn't take his eyes off the beautiful younger man, the smugness at his effect on him replaced by familiar fascination, reading every minuscule expression that connor can't quite keep off his face.
he's lazily stroking, and when connor gets between his knees to watch his hand, hank almost comes right then and there. it's the strangest thing to have someone watch you that closely, palming your cock right in front of them, but hank knows better -- he knows connor's watching, learning, and so he cups his balls before him, full and heavy with unspent seed, coarse curls doing nothing to mask just how big he is, and his gaze darkens. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ he has to ask, he has to know, because all hank wants to do is shove his cock into that sinfully glorious mouth and watch him suck him off like he was crafted specially for it. ]
( at any given point, connor is usually thinking about at least seventeen things.
he's designed that way, built to multitask and assess situations in fractions of a millisecond, coded with programs and protocols specifically engineered to allow him massive processing capabilities. he's usually running at least several processes at once, from the mundane to the vital, from work-related tasks to researching dog treats to downloading healthy recipes to try and bribe hank into a better diet.
usually.
they've been very...chaste up until this point. he suspects it's due to hank's skepticism on connor's ability to actually get anything from sexual activity, but he hasn't said as much. there's never been so much as a whisper of complaint, even when make out sessions have gotten intense enough for connor to feel the press of an erection straining against the material. he's not managed to find the words to convince hank that he wants this, badly, and so the man has always cut things off before they got too heavy, and connor has let him. )
I'm thinking about you.
( it's an honest answer, if a little vague. but connor squeezes hank's thighs, shuffles his knees forward a little closer. he's close enough now that it would barely take any effort at all to touch him the way connor has wanted to for weeks.
so he leans forward, and he's still not touching hank but the man's hand skims connor's nose on an upstroke. connor waits for hank's hand to settle back at the base again, and then he moves forward to run his tongue along the head of his cock. his analysis program immediately blossoms to break down the composition of the pre-cum gathered on his tongue. and then connor sits back again, eyes raised to hank's once more. )
I want to...perform fellatio on you.
( it's too clinical, the term will probably turn hank off or at least earn a grimace, but he's hardly well versed in dirty talk. )
[ perform fellatio, who says that? it definitely earns a grimace, but it's a far cry from putting hank off. even the whole licking thing, and hank tries very hard not to think about connor's constant, annoying habit of putting things in his mouth to sample it.
it's... well, at this point it's quite hot, seeing that soft, lovely flash of pink tongue, how it's so unspeakably wet and warm when it runs over his dripping cock, sampling him. it's perhaps not the most pleasant; after all, when you consider hank's deplorable diet, it's in one's best interests not to swallow.
then again, it's not like connor is just anyone. he is -- remarkable, special in every way that counts even if hank will never admit it. the attraction burns full and deep, but for the last many weeks or so he had forced himself to be content with his own hand and porn, because at least this way it means they don't have to talk about this, what they have together.
then again, connor's always had other ideas, hasn't he. ]
I want to suck your cock.
[ he corrects, low and gravelly, voice thick with arousal as he watches him, predatory, unrelenting. if they're going to do this, he thinks recklessly, they're going to do this right. ]
( he sees the grimace, but there's definitely no change in arousal – connor has front row seats to that, he'd definitely notice any drop in arousal from here – and honestly he's...relieved.
it's a point he comes up against a lot, never spoken aloud but run over again and again in the dark hours of the morning when the house is quiet and hank is most definitely asleep. he's not human, as much as his software was designed to integrate with humanity, and he sometimes wonders if hank tries to forget that fact. if hank would prefer him to be human.
he'll never voice the concern, but there are moments that he holds onto as little reminders. hank's teasing, hank's curiosity when connor interfaces. hank's arousal despite connor's obvious inexperience. it all adds up, little moments that make a bigger picture that says clearly: hank likes him like this, wires and all.
but now isn't the moment for an existential crisis. )
I want to suck your cock, Hank.
( he echoes, still looking up at hank from his position, kneeling between his legs. he slides his hands further up hank's thighs, squeezing again before he moves to the point where each leg connects to his body. his fingers drag lightly across the spot between thigh and crotch, pressing firmly enough to feel the bone underneath at each side, and then he wraps one hand around the base of hank's cock. finally. )
Please.
( never let it be said that connor isn't polite. )
[ it really is something, seeing connor on his knees before him, telling him that he wants to suck his dick -- there is everything strange and new and wonderful about it, and hank, well, he's learning to pretty much go with the flow where things like these are concerned.
he cares about connor; hell, he cares one hell of a lot more than he lets on, and he accepts this. he likes this, wires and interfaces and all, and if that makes him a freak, then so be it, what else does he have to lose? human, android, in the end is one really better than the other? he reaches down, unable to tear his eyes away from that flawless face, that little lock of hair that always seems out of place, the smallest smattering of freckles, and hank finally shifts, something unlocking inside him, dark and primal and long buried.
gods, how long he's buried this, how long he's resisted his own base impulses, and now, this beautiful young thing is looking up at him with ageless eyes, begging for cock.
he grasps himself, and leans forward, rubbing the head of his cock against his lips, smearing pre-cum over them. ]
Open up.
[ he orders, rough and unrelenting -- and when connor opens up, hank will slide his thick, long, dripping cock into that mouth, his girth and length just about stretching him out. what is it going to be like, fucking connor's mouth, seeing every flicker of sensation and realisation flickering in those eyes? what's it going to be like when he teaches this virgin how to fuck? ]
( connor pauses only to lick his lips quickly, and then he kneels up a little straighter, improving his angle for what's about to come, and he follows the instruction without hesitation.
his bottom jaw drops, mouth hanging open and loose, and his head is tilted just enough that he can still raise his eyes to watch hank. which is exactly what he does, eyes fixed through his lashes on the man as he feels his cock touch his lips. he stretches his mouth open a little wider, still quite passive as hank guides his cock into connor's mouth. he accommodates but he doesn't act, not just yet.
his hands slip back away from hank's crotch, moving to his thighs instead, and when he digs his fingers in this time there's a slight bite of the nails there against his skin. not enough to break, just to leave little temporary half moon indents across each leg.
he chooses that moment to drop forward, taking in all of hank's cock and pressing his nose into the man's pubes. warning messages and errors immediately start flashing to warn him of a foreign object blocking his oesophageal component, but he dismisses them without reading further. instead he just sits there, throat flexing slightly as he adjusts to the sensation. )
[ he loves this. he loves everything that connor presents himself as, from when he touches him to digging his fingers in, hard enough for it to be pleasant, for hank to practically pant and want more, and he watches the plush give of those lips as his cock slides inside of his mouth and oh, fuck, fuck --
-- connor is dropping forward to take even more of him, nose pressing into the coarse hair of his pubes, deepthroating him and he's so turned on by this that he almost comes. a part of him wants to pull back, wants to ask about his fucking gag reflex when he realizes that that's only what humans have. connor -- well, connor's fucking not one, and he's ridiculously, sinfully good at this, his throat pulsing around his cock like a warm, slick cunt just eager to milk every drop of cum out of him. ]
God, fuck --
[ he curses, his hand coming to curl in connor's hair, gently tugging before he's slowly jerking his hips, eyes lidding. his android partner on his knees, so strikingly beautiful and eager for his cock, of all things, and hank can't bring himself to deny him any of it. and so he growls, low and soft, after a long minute or so: ]
( connor doesn't choke when hank thrusts his hips because he doesn't have the biological functions that would necessitate choking when the oesophagus is occluded, but the response he has is pretty similar. a strangled noose escapes, muffled by the cock in his mouth, and his throat tightens and relaxes intermittently to account for the blockage. except hank obviously isn't pulling out any time soon, his biocomponents aren't able to force the obstruction out, and that's what causes the sound that escapes when hank rams his cock into connor's throat.
connor likes it.
he reaches up a hand until it rests over hank's, curled in his hair – then he tightens his grip around hank's hand until he can encourage the man's fingers to grip tighter. and he grips tight, and with hank's hand he yanks his own hair, hard and sharp enough that the pain receptors in his skull light up in his UI. it's hard enough to jerk connor's head back at least half an inch, hard enough that the lubricant that allows his eyes to move within their components starts to form in the corners of his eyes, a tiny drop of excess fluid escaping and resting on his cheek.
now he's just looking up at hank, eyes wide and practically innocent even with his lips stretched wide around the dick in his mouth. he just keeps looking at him, eyes fixed, head moving forward again to capture the length that he'd lost yanking his own head with hank's hand. and then he ever so kindly complies with the newest instruction – the objective appeared in his vision the moment hank spoke and now hovers somewhere near his face " TASK: suck hank's cock " – and connor hollows out his cheeks.
his respiratory drive is online again, so he uses the protocol meant for simulating a regular breathing pattern, and there's something incredibly satisfying about using cyberlife codes in such a depraved manner. he sucks, gentle at first but quickly increasing the pressure, and hank's grip makes bobbing his head hard but he still manages to dip back and forward in tiny little increments, tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock. )
[ hank belatedly remembers to take care of him -- connor might not be human, with a human's failings and trappings, but he's still, essentially, a person, and he attempts to pull back to check on him, especially when he makes that little strangled sound. androids don't need air to breathe, but fuck if that noise isn't the most ridiculously sexy thing he's heard.
it goes right to his cock, too, together with a lick of concern, but it rapidly dissipates into full-blown lust and holy fucking shit is he really doing this right now when connor gets rough -- or rather, makes it clear that he wants it rough. hank protests, the words half-gone with connor just about yanks his own hair with hank's hand and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket from there.
the tears in his eyes, down his cheek unlocks the worst, darkest, deepest part of him, the depravity that he keeps stowed away because you just don't do that with people, but the innocence in his gaze coupled with that gesture sets everything in him alight, and hank leans forward, leaking more pre-cum into that sinfully delicious mouth. ]
Oh, you like that, don'tcha?
[ he's thrusting into his mouth, but he's yanking at him now, following just what connor had shown him, tugging on his hair, pulling him back and surging forward, hips thrusting into his mouth as he fucks that beautiful face with low, savage grunts, letting connor suck him off whenever he gets a proper grip. god, but he's lost, he's so damn lost with this insufferably gorgeous creature and he's going to die with his dick in connor's mouth.
( connor can't exactly reply right now. he can't nod either, not with a dick brushing the back of his throat and keeping his head fairly well put. he just looks at hank with a burning intensity and hopes that gets the message across. yes, he's very into this. he likes it enough that he bobs his head down again, stretching to take him in entirely again.
there isn't supposed to be an object like this inside connor's version of a throat. the head of his cock presses against the smooth wall of an internal compartment and the approximation of muscles along his throat flutter and flex as they adjust to accomodate the intrusion. connor swallows, and he wonders briefly if the fluid inside his mouth that keeps his analysis components clean and protected has started to leak out of his mouth yet.
he only relents when hank yanks harshly on his hair and starts thrusting into his mouth. it's hard to maintain suction like this, so he settles for tightening his lips and rolling his tongue against hank's cock, thick and heavy in his mouth. when he moans it vibrates through his throat and mouth, muffled by the cock thrusting into his lips.
he drops a hand from hank's thigh and presses his palm flat against his crotch. he doesn't do much else, just lays a flat hand against the crotch of his pants and rolls his hips in slow, small little jerks that almost line up with hank's thrusts into his mouth. )
[ good, good -- connor licks and sucks cock like he's a natural at it -- do the perverts at the good old CL actually have programs for that? -- and hank can't help but go faster, harder, right until he realizes he's close to tipping over.
he can't, not yet, and he groans his reluctance, grasping his own dick and pulling back out of him, watching that string of saliva from mouth to cock, how slick and wet he is, mixed with pre-cum and whatever makes up the components in connor's mouth. ]
'm close.
[ he rumbles a warning, and he doesn't intend to come, at least not until connor's had his pleasure yet. there are arguments that his pleasure should come first, probably, being human and all, but hank finds that he is going to have choice words for whatever unfortunate asshole decides to put forth that opinion. ]
Come up, Connor.
[ he says softly, his words thick and gravelly, his eyes gone dark with profound arousal. he's flicking the video off as he rises with him, cock bouncing and so stiff he could probably hold up shit with it. ]
( there's a moment when hank pulls his cock out of connor's mouth, where connor just holds his position, mouth still hung open, eyes still up on hank, palm still pressed to his crotch, still kneeling on the floor in front of hank like he's praying.
connor doesn't stand until hank tells him to, not because he was waiting for the instruction but because it brings him back to the present, to what he just said – 'm close – and connor smiles as he quickly stands up along with hank. he's a bit of a mess, there's that mix of saliva-like fluid and precum leaking at the corners of his mouth, streaks from his eyes down to his cheeks, and his hair is everywhere. connor doesn't seem to care much, he just steps in until he can feel hank's dick pressing solidly against his stomach. )
Tell me.
( he responds, and then pretty swiftly leans in until his lips are brushing hank's neck. he runs his tongue lightly along roughly half an inch of the artery gently pulsing there, and then he moves lower until he hits the point where neck becomes shoulder. his teeth dig in lightly, and then connor sucks until he can be sure a mark will show up. and at that thought, he smiles against hank's skin. )
[ he tells him gruffly, startled when connor takes advantage of him to press his mouth to his neck, to suck a lovebite right there. he knows exactly what the younger one's doing, and in response he simply picks him up, hefts him into his arms and coaxes his legs around him as he steps toward the bed to finish the job.
he'll never forget the sight in a hurry; connor with his mouth parted, lips almost bruised with how hard hank had been shoving his cock down his throat, his palm on his dick, knelt before him like he wanted to worship hank. and god connor's going to be the fucking death of him.
he's hissing softly, feeling the weight of him in his arms. he's heavy, but it's nothing hank can't manage, even as he presses him back against the pillows and over the covers, a hand cradling the back of his head. it's intimate, surprising gentle for the filth he'd just been indulging in. ]
I was thinking of fucking you. Opening you up and bending you over that pool. Get you to make those sweet, pretty noises again.
[ he drawls, but not before giving his ass a pinch. ] You wanna mark me up that badly, or did you just watch one of those vampire movies again, you bastard?
( for all his determination to be a difficult shit at times, connor is turning out to be very agreeable during sex. who knew that all it would take to get connor to follow instructions was fucking his throat? he slides his arms around hank's shoulders a little tighter, quickly wrapping his legs and shifting his weight to a spot that will be slightly easier on hank's back. he doesn't mention that this is the reason he shifts positions, obviously, he just waits until hank drops him on the bed and stretches out onto the sheets.
android muscles don't get sore – he could have theoretically stayed in that position all night – but it does feel nice to stretch himself out fully against the bed sheets. it feels nicer when hank brushes his hand over the back of his head, and that's what motivates connor to grab the collar of hank's shirt and tug him down for a kiss, slow and soft and gentle, and everything that their previous act wasn't. )
Can't it be both? ( he asks, smiling again and reaching up a hand to press his finger gently against the slowly forming bruise. ) No one will see it, if you wear reasonable clothes to work.
( he's just saying.
connor jerks his hips lightly at the pinch, but it's only a matter of time before his palm is back over his crotch and he's grinding up against it with a lazy, languid pace. he looks at hank, with that same wide eyed expression that he had worn when hank's cock had been stretching his lips almost to their limit. now he's softly settled between pillows, all but humping his own hand. )
If you were thinking about it, why not do it? ( his question is perfectly innocent still, playing up this whole unaware virgin thing a little more now. it honestly wasn't intentional at first, but now that he's getting more into this it's coming a little more naturally. he's still coming out with "i want to perform fellatio on you", but it's better than two weeks prior. miles better, if they're both being honest.
he keeps one hand over his crotch, but the other is free to drag up his own chest, lingering briefly as his fingers brush over the thirium pump regulator in the centre of his chest. it lingers there, grazing lightly around the place where it rests flat in his chest. ) Open me up, bend me over. I'm yours.
[ hank asks him with a huff, more entertained than pissed. he's noticed it, hank getting more and more up in his business, being comfortable enough with hank to come nosing around. hank tells him to fuck off from time to time, really -- but he doesn't mind. it's been a long, long time since he's had someone, and connor is a lovely companion, one he wouldn't trade in for the world.
he's kissing him deeply now, again and again, licking into his mouth because he can't have enough of him. it had taken a little getting used to, kissing connor, but now he's addicted to the feeling of it, knowing that he's the one who will just about overload all his systems and synapses. he's feeling connor grind against him, and connor is lovely like this, soft and innocent and everything hank wants to defile, his cock jumping at the sight of him stroking himself.
he takes a page out of connor's book now, unbuttoning his shirt. his mouth comes to lave at a nipple, taking it into his mouth the way connor's always fancied with his (hank likes it, by the way, it makes him crazy), and his hand comes to rest over connor's, too, right over the pump regulator. connor's not normal, he's not human, but nevermind that -- he's special, too, especially when he says i'm yours and hank swears his heart skipped a beat, then. ]
Huh, you got better at the dirty talk.
[ he teases, unbuckling connor's trousers, tugging it down his hips to free his cock, to see him properly. ] We don't have a pool, for one. Unless you're angling for shower sex.
( connor just shrugs in response, dismissing several response options ( 'pragmatic', 'sarcastic', 'judgemental', 'flirtacious' ) because he has the good sense to know when he's about to get kissed thoroughly, and he's not willing to delay that for the sake of a smart retort. both of his hands end up trapped between them at one point, but there's still enough pressure over his cock that he can roll his hips up and into his own palm. he'd really rather it was hank's hand, but he can be patient. maybe.
he's still grinding away when hank gets his shirt open, runs his tongue over a nipple, and the combined sensations pulls a soft and satisfied sigh from his lips. his eyes slip shut and his head falls back, setting a slow pace with his hip movements. and when hank touches the skin over his pump there's another sigh, this one a little needier than the first. but he can be patient, really. )
They're your words, figured that means you would like them. ( he points out, one eye opening when hank finally removes his pants. he wiggles his hips a little to help the process, moving his hand up and stretching both arms over his head instead. laying it all out for hank to see. ) Would you like that? I'm aware of a number of options that would work with your bathroom layout. Bent over the tub, maybe, like the video. Or we could lie down in the bath, and there's always against a wall. Any of these have a high rate of successful intercourse.
[ i like what you added at the end, is what he thinks but doesn't say, because it sounds so stupid, so childish -- it could be a throwaway comment for all hank knows (even if it doesn't seem likely), and he's distracted by that little sigh, and then another one, just a little when he brushes over the skin. he replaces it with his mouth, kissing over it intimately, slowly, the bristles of his beard rubbing over it in a bid to hear him do that again.
gods, he sounds so good, so needy, like he's dying to have him even though hank knows better -- connor doesn't, but at least they can pretend. he eyes his dick, admiring it and reaching down to curl his fingers over his length, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. ]
Bath it is.
[ hank drawls, before he shifts, turns around and actually leads him to the bathroom, his hand gripping his dick firmly. ]
( connor is capable of predicting billions upon billions of potential outcomes and the statistical likelihood of each, can process and assess these outcomes in a fraction of a second, but in a million years he never could have predicted that his day would end like this, with hank literally leading him out of the bedroom by the dick. it twitches in hank's hand, because he can't exactly deny that it's hot, and he follows after him closely. not like he has much of a choice, but he's eager enough that he stays close to hank and presses his hands flat against the man's back.
his palms spread over hank's shoulder blades, and once they enter the bathroom he slips them around to hank's chest instead, his own chest pressing up flush against hank's back as his fingers drag slowly down until they rest just south of his belly button. connor presses his palms flat against hank's lower abdomen, squeezing lightly but nothing else. his hips squirm a little, not quite bucking into hank's hand but a movement that indicates he really wants to.
he also wants to try dirty talk again. he thinks he might be better at it this time. )
Is this a fantasy of yours? ( from behind he has to lean up a little more than he normally would to murmur against hank's ear. he's on the balls of his feet, practically tip toes, but pressing his body up against hank's back balances him easily, and he ducks his head to press a kiss to hank's jaw. ) Penetrating me in your bathroom?
( still not quite a porno, but connor doesn't care. he moves back to hank's ear, grazing his lips over the lobe before he adds. )
How many places can we fuck on in here before you come inside me?
( that's more on the money. someone was clearly listening to the video in the background. )
connor is definitely right on the money there with the whole penetrating and how many places can they fuck thing, and hank groans, unable to help himself when connor so easily plasters himself against him.
he can feel it, the heat of his body, the muscles that ripple under his skin, biocomponents created to an unprecedented level of perfection. he turns his head to let connor's lips find his bearded jaw, and he shivers, grasping connor's hand to guide it to his own cock, full and heavy and ready to fuck him. he's shifting so that he can capture his mouth with his, the angle awkward but doable. ]
How many -- God, I hope everywhere. The counter, the shower, right up against that fuckin' door -- gonna fuck you on every flat surface I can find.
[ shit. shit, he said that they were going to get the dirty on in the bath, right? the way connor's going on right now, hank is sure as hell going to do it here and now. he's just as desperate and eager, lust pulsing with every beat of his heart. ]
Gonna fill you up until you're dripping with me, until you can't fuckin' walk straight --
( connor identifies all of hank's reactions in rapid time, hears the groan, feels the rumble in his chest, notes the incremental increase in perspiration, sees the slight raise in core temperature, jump of his pulse, flex of muscles... the list goes on and on, and connor saves the record of all of them, a tiny file tucked away in his memory core to be pulled out and reviewed at a later date. for now he's going to focus on what's actually happening, and that means pushing up higher on his toes so that he can capture hank's mouth.
there's no hesitance when hank guides a hand down to his cock. connor brings the other back up so that he can wrap it under his armpit and up to grasp his shoulder, using the anchor to lean up closer and kiss hank harder. there's nothing convenient about this, but he keeps going anyway. connor gives hank's cock a few slow, dragging strokes, and then he brings it down to the base and squeezes tight. might as well be a cock ring. )
I want you everywhere. ( he murmurs the words against hank's lips, and then reduces his craning a little, lowers slightly and mouths at hank's jaw instead. there's a beard obstructing his access of course, but connor still manages to bite gently before he moves to his neck, repeating the motion there as well.
he's not leaving marks like this, there's barely even any redness right as he moves away, but he works his way down to hank's shoulder before biting hard. he's mostly just curious about hank's reaction. ) What are you waiting for?
For you to take your paws off me so I can make that come true, you horny bastard.
[ hank gripes, but it's laced with dry humor and what is unmistakably warm affection, because yes, he wants this with every ounce of his horrible soul, he wants to give connor everything that he wants, however he wants it just to feel the tight clasp of his body against his, to be the one thing someone else could focus on. he wants to be the one to bring connor to completion again and again, to feel him lose control because apparently androids do that now.
and connor, of course, is being a tantalising little jerk, teasing him, drawing out every possible response, just about shorting out hank's brain and propelling him towards shameless, fierce lust. he hisses when connor bites, stiffening as a strong, intense pulse of arousal goes right to his cock, his heart pounding because oh, fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good, almost better than the cock ring connor just about fashions with his hand around his dick. surely he must feel it, how his cock just jumped, how he had come so, so close to coming all over the counter at just that bite. ]
Fuck -- that's -- do it again.
[ he's reaching behind him, kneading at his young lover's ass, pushing him up close so that connor can tuck his cock between his thighs in the meantime. ] So you wanna play first, that right...?
Do you think.. ( connor murmurs, pressing his lips sweetly to the spot where he just bit down. ) if I do this every time you're about to come...you could actually fuck me on every surface in here?
( connor learns quickly – previously this has been used in a range of scenarios, including ASL, advanced mathematically designed coding, chemical compositions and their relative reactive substances, knitting, rapid reassembly of a dismantled hand gun while being shot at, and cooking for a low cholesterol diet. now, apparently, it's dirty talk.
hank's reactions make connor smile against his skin, and he grinds his cock slowly against hank's ass, up against his thighs. he presses his lips to hank's skin and moans against it, low and deep and almost guttural. )
I want to learn all of the things that ellicit an arousal response–
( before hank can comment on him saying 'arousal response' right after 'can you fuck me all over this bathroom' connor's mouth is at a new spot on his shoulder, and he gives no warning before he bites down hard. it's maybe a little harder than the first, but he's using enough pressure to leave marks, maybe bruises, but not to puncture the skin. connor isn't going to draw blood to emphasise a point. )
if that means staying here a while, then yes I want to play first. If I can do all of the things you're thinking of right now when you're pinning me to a wall to penetrate me, then I'll want to move on to that.
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a little less conversation, and a little more touch my body.
this means that connor gets home late, and when he comes in the house is quiet. odd, he would have expected hank to be on the couch watching some sports game at this time. he's not that concerned though, just wanders through the house looking around – pizza box, unsurprising, empty beer bottles, also expected. noises from the bedroom? not really. he goes quiet, listening carefully, and he just about picks up laboured and hitched breathing. brows furrowed, connor walks down to hank's room and walks in without knocking.
he freezes. he shouldn't, but he does, and he shouldn't stare but he does. he can just about make out the video playing on the laptop behind hank's shoulders, can clearly see hank's hand on his own dick, legs slightly spread. he can see a lot from here, and he shouldn't stare but it's exactly what happens. )
Hank...
( he starts, voice soft and caught in a hoarse sound that almost resembles static quietly underlaying his normal tones. )
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but then he'd finished it quicker than he'd thought, and pizza and beer had been the choice of the day, followed by idle fondling on the couch as he watched some show or another. all in all, not a very exciting day, but he'd retired earlier than he'd thought. connor's late, he thinks, but at least he'd been socialising more and that's a good thing, except for when hank is feeling horny and his oft feisty android lover isn't in the picture.
so porn it is, one of those hardcore filthy ones with an older, beefy man and his twink, and hank's halfway through rubbing one out, thick fingers fisting his dick, full and flushed dark, while the moans of that pretty little twink that so reminds him of connor is railed mercilessly into the edge of the jacuzzi, legs spread wide and his hole already dripping with cum.
hank only jumps when he hears connor's voice, but he doesn't stop, looking back at him with hooded eyes and fuck he's so horny he's going to snap something. ]
You're late.
[ fuck, he should stop, he should, but being discovered like this, bare-ass naked in his chair with two people going at it like horny dogs onscreen, and he swivels around in it, showing connor just about everything.
yeah, what're you gonna do about it? ]
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△ leave the room
◯ ask him to stop
╳ join him
☐pretend it isn't happening
none of them jump out to connor, and he half wants to groan with frustration. instead there's a whirring sound a little like a whine, and he presses his lips shut in annoyance as he tries to regain control of his apparently useless body. cyberlife's greatest creation, brought to near shutdown by a middle aged man masturbating in his own bedroom.
minute three sees him starting to regain control and he's almost ready to make a decision, but then hank just turns fully to him and connor's jaw falls open. that's...a lot. honestly it's not the first time he's thought about hank like this, but connor has resolutely buried his desire between hard walls of mutual friendship and support. hank is his colleague, his partner. he shouldn't think about him like that. but apparently...hank thinks about him. should he be resisting when it's clearly something mutual?
connor takes a few steps forward, and more objectives and notifications pop up in his vision:
thermal regulator: 64% function, mild impairment - recalibrate?
respiratory component emulator: offline - reboot?
upper motor functions: 0.0000125 second delay - recalibrate?
vocal component #2751: unknown error - run diagnosis?
connor realises he hasn't actually spoken again yet, and he opens his mouth to say something. takes another few steps forward. now he's at the bed and god, there's got to be only a few feet between him and the chair. him and hank. connor clears his throat loudly, and tries again. )
The meeting ran over, ( he explains, and his voice still has that slightly static-y background tone to it. apparently forcibly clearing his throat did nothing to jolt his vocal component into normal function. ) and then we lost track of time. North is quite a good storyteller.
( he is resolutely not looking at hank's dick now, just staring the man dead in the eyes as his hands fidget by his sides. he wants to pull his coin out, recalibrate and start to feel a bit more normal, but something stops him. instead, he walks again until he's stopped in front of hank. his thirium pump is thundering, and he's not sure if it should do that but honestly he doesn't much care right now. it's causing a strange sensation that feels a lot like what humans call a 'lump in their throat' and he wonders if this is anxiety.
interesting.
at any rate, he's close enough that the material of his pants can brush against hank's legs gently, and finally he lowers his eyes. hank isn't pumping away at the rate he had been when connor walked in, but he's still going at it with slow strokes, lazily keeping his dick hard. humans can't just toggle a boner on, after all. connor hums a moment in thought, and then he drops to his knees and rests both of his hands on hank's thighs.
and doesn't say anything, yet. he just watches hank's hand. )
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but here they are now, an android and his human, middle-aged lover, with the latter's dick in his own hand and pre-cum leaking, the background noise of two men going at it with all the raw, primal desire of the moment. fucking, hank thinks absently as connor clearly makes his decision, turns people into animals. what then, do androids turn into?
hank doesn't take his eyes off the beautiful younger man, the smugness at his effect on him replaced by familiar fascination, reading every minuscule expression that connor can't quite keep off his face.
he's lazily stroking, and when connor gets between his knees to watch his hand, hank almost comes right then and there. it's the strangest thing to have someone watch you that closely, palming your cock right in front of them, but hank knows better -- he knows connor's watching, learning, and so he cups his balls before him, full and heavy with unspent seed, coarse curls doing nothing to mask just how big he is, and his gaze darkens. ]
What are you thinking about?
[ he has to ask, he has to know, because all hank wants to do is shove his cock into that sinfully glorious mouth and watch him suck him off like he was crafted specially for it. ]
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he's designed that way, built to multitask and assess situations in fractions of a millisecond, coded with programs and protocols specifically engineered to allow him massive processing capabilities. he's usually running at least several processes at once, from the mundane to the vital, from work-related tasks to researching dog treats to downloading healthy recipes to try and bribe hank into a better diet.
usually.
they've been very...chaste up until this point. he suspects it's due to hank's skepticism on connor's ability to actually get anything from sexual activity, but he hasn't said as much. there's never been so much as a whisper of complaint, even when make out sessions have gotten intense enough for connor to feel the press of an erection straining against the material. he's not managed to find the words to convince hank that he wants this, badly, and so the man has always cut things off before they got too heavy, and connor has let him. )
I'm thinking about you.
( it's an honest answer, if a little vague. but connor squeezes hank's thighs, shuffles his knees forward a little closer. he's close enough now that it would barely take any effort at all to touch him the way connor has wanted to for weeks.
so he leans forward, and he's still not touching hank but the man's hand skims connor's nose on an upstroke. connor waits for hank's hand to settle back at the base again, and then he moves forward to run his tongue along the head of his cock. his analysis program immediately blossoms to break down the composition of the pre-cum gathered on his tongue. and then connor sits back again, eyes raised to hank's once more. )
I want to...perform fellatio on you.
( it's too clinical, the term will probably turn hank off or at least earn a grimace, but he's hardly well versed in dirty talk. )
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it's... well, at this point it's quite hot, seeing that soft, lovely flash of pink tongue, how it's so unspeakably wet and warm when it runs over his dripping cock, sampling him. it's perhaps not the most pleasant; after all, when you consider hank's deplorable diet, it's in one's best interests not to swallow.
then again, it's not like connor is just anyone. he is -- remarkable, special in every way that counts even if hank will never admit it. the attraction burns full and deep, but for the last many weeks or so he had forced himself to be content with his own hand and porn, because at least this way it means they don't have to talk about this, what they have together.
then again, connor's always had other ideas, hasn't he. ]
I want to suck your cock.
[ he corrects, low and gravelly, voice thick with arousal as he watches him, predatory, unrelenting. if they're going to do this, he thinks recklessly, they're going to do this right. ]
Say it again.
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it's a point he comes up against a lot, never spoken aloud but run over again and again in the dark hours of the morning when the house is quiet and hank is most definitely asleep. he's not human, as much as his software was designed to integrate with humanity, and he sometimes wonders if hank tries to forget that fact. if hank would prefer him to be human.
he'll never voice the concern, but there are moments that he holds onto as little reminders. hank's teasing, hank's curiosity when connor interfaces. hank's arousal despite connor's obvious inexperience. it all adds up, little moments that make a bigger picture that says clearly: hank likes him like this, wires and all.
but now isn't the moment for an existential crisis. )
I want to suck your cock, Hank.
( he echoes, still looking up at hank from his position, kneeling between his legs. he slides his hands further up hank's thighs, squeezing again before he moves to the point where each leg connects to his body. his fingers drag lightly across the spot between thigh and crotch, pressing firmly enough to feel the bone underneath at each side, and then he wraps one hand around the base of hank's cock. finally. )
Please.
( never let it be said that connor isn't polite. )
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he cares about connor; hell, he cares one hell of a lot more than he lets on, and he accepts this. he likes this, wires and interfaces and all, and if that makes him a freak, then so be it, what else does he have to lose? human, android, in the end is one really better than the other? he reaches down, unable to tear his eyes away from that flawless face, that little lock of hair that always seems out of place, the smallest smattering of freckles, and hank finally shifts, something unlocking inside him, dark and primal and long buried.
gods, how long he's buried this, how long he's resisted his own base impulses, and now, this beautiful young thing is looking up at him with ageless eyes, begging for cock.
he grasps himself, and leans forward, rubbing the head of his cock against his lips, smearing pre-cum over them. ]
Open up.
[ he orders, rough and unrelenting -- and when connor opens up, hank will slide his thick, long, dripping cock into that mouth, his girth and length just about stretching him out. what is it going to be like, fucking connor's mouth, seeing every flicker of sensation and realisation flickering in those eyes? what's it going to be like when he teaches this virgin how to fuck? ]
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his bottom jaw drops, mouth hanging open and loose, and his head is tilted just enough that he can still raise his eyes to watch hank. which is exactly what he does, eyes fixed through his lashes on the man as he feels his cock touch his lips. he stretches his mouth open a little wider, still quite passive as hank guides his cock into connor's mouth. he accommodates but he doesn't act, not just yet.
his hands slip back away from hank's crotch, moving to his thighs instead, and when he digs his fingers in this time there's a slight bite of the nails there against his skin. not enough to break, just to leave little temporary half moon indents across each leg.
he chooses that moment to drop forward, taking in all of hank's cock and pressing his nose into the man's pubes. warning messages and errors immediately start flashing to warn him of a foreign object blocking his oesophageal component, but he dismisses them without reading further. instead he just sits there, throat flexing slightly as he adjusts to the sensation. )
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-- connor is dropping forward to take even more of him, nose pressing into the coarse hair of his pubes, deepthroating him and he's so turned on by this that he almost comes. a part of him wants to pull back, wants to ask about his fucking gag reflex when he realizes that that's only what humans have. connor -- well, connor's fucking not one, and he's ridiculously, sinfully good at this, his throat pulsing around his cock like a warm, slick cunt just eager to milk every drop of cum out of him. ]
God, fuck --
[ he curses, his hand coming to curl in connor's hair, gently tugging before he's slowly jerking his hips, eyes lidding. his android partner on his knees, so strikingly beautiful and eager for his cock, of all things, and hank can't bring himself to deny him any of it. and so he growls, low and soft, after a long minute or so: ]
Suck.
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connor likes it.
he reaches up a hand until it rests over hank's, curled in his hair – then he tightens his grip around hank's hand until he can encourage the man's fingers to grip tighter. and he grips tight, and with hank's hand he yanks his own hair, hard and sharp enough that the pain receptors in his skull light up in his UI. it's hard enough to jerk connor's head back at least half an inch, hard enough that the lubricant that allows his eyes to move within their components starts to form in the corners of his eyes, a tiny drop of excess fluid escaping and resting on his cheek.
now he's just looking up at hank, eyes wide and practically innocent even with his lips stretched wide around the dick in his mouth. he just keeps looking at him, eyes fixed, head moving forward again to capture the length that he'd lost yanking his own head with hank's hand. and then he ever so kindly complies with the newest instruction – the objective appeared in his vision the moment hank spoke and now hovers somewhere near his face " TASK: suck hank's cock " – and connor hollows out his cheeks.
his respiratory drive is online again, so he uses the protocol meant for simulating a regular breathing pattern, and there's something incredibly satisfying about using cyberlife codes in such a depraved manner. he sucks, gentle at first but quickly increasing the pressure, and hank's grip makes bobbing his head hard but he still manages to dip back and forward in tiny little increments, tongue pressing up against the underside of his cock. )
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it goes right to his cock, too, together with a lick of concern, but it rapidly dissipates into full-blown lust and holy fucking shit is he really doing this right now when connor gets rough -- or rather, makes it clear that he wants it rough. hank protests, the words half-gone with connor just about yanks his own hair with hank's hand and everything just goes to hell in a handbasket from there.
the tears in his eyes, down his cheek unlocks the worst, darkest, deepest part of him, the depravity that he keeps stowed away because you just don't do that with people, but the innocence in his gaze coupled with that gesture sets everything in him alight, and hank leans forward, leaking more pre-cum into that sinfully delicious mouth. ]
Oh, you like that, don'tcha?
[ he's thrusting into his mouth, but he's yanking at him now, following just what connor had shown him, tugging on his hair, pulling him back and surging forward, hips thrusting into his mouth as he fucks that beautiful face with low, savage grunts, letting connor suck him off whenever he gets a proper grip. god, but he's lost, he's so damn lost with this insufferably gorgeous creature and he's going to die with his dick in connor's mouth.
and really, right now, he doesn't care. ]
Good. Fuckin' -- yeah, that's good, Connor.
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there isn't supposed to be an object like this inside connor's version of a throat. the head of his cock presses against the smooth wall of an internal compartment and the approximation of muscles along his throat flutter and flex as they adjust to accomodate the intrusion. connor swallows, and he wonders briefly if the fluid inside his mouth that keeps his analysis components clean and protected has started to leak out of his mouth yet.
he only relents when hank yanks harshly on his hair and starts thrusting into his mouth. it's hard to maintain suction like this, so he settles for tightening his lips and rolling his tongue against hank's cock, thick and heavy in his mouth. when he moans it vibrates through his throat and mouth, muffled by the cock thrusting into his lips.
he drops a hand from hank's thigh and presses his palm flat against his crotch. he doesn't do much else, just lays a flat hand against the crotch of his pants and rolls his hips in slow, small little jerks that almost line up with hank's thrusts into his mouth. )
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he can't, not yet, and he groans his reluctance, grasping his own dick and pulling back out of him, watching that string of saliva from mouth to cock, how slick and wet he is, mixed with pre-cum and whatever makes up the components in connor's mouth. ]
'm close.
[ he rumbles a warning, and he doesn't intend to come, at least not until connor's had his pleasure yet. there are arguments that his pleasure should come first, probably, being human and all, but hank finds that he is going to have choice words for whatever unfortunate asshole decides to put forth that opinion. ]
Come up, Connor.
[ he says softly, his words thick and gravelly, his eyes gone dark with profound arousal. he's flicking the video off as he rises with him, cock bouncing and so stiff he could probably hold up shit with it. ]
Wanna know who I was really getting off to?
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connor doesn't stand until hank tells him to, not because he was waiting for the instruction but because it brings him back to the present, to what he just said – 'm close – and connor smiles as he quickly stands up along with hank. he's a bit of a mess, there's that mix of saliva-like fluid and precum leaking at the corners of his mouth, streaks from his eyes down to his cheeks, and his hair is everywhere. connor doesn't seem to care much, he just steps in until he can feel hank's dick pressing solidly against his stomach. )
Tell me.
( he responds, and then pretty swiftly leans in until his lips are brushing hank's neck. he runs his tongue lightly along roughly half an inch of the artery gently pulsing there, and then he moves lower until he hits the point where neck becomes shoulder. his teeth dig in lightly, and then connor sucks until he can be sure a mark will show up. and at that thought, he smiles against hank's skin. )
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[ he tells him gruffly, startled when connor takes advantage of him to press his mouth to his neck, to suck a lovebite right there. he knows exactly what the younger one's doing, and in response he simply picks him up, hefts him into his arms and coaxes his legs around him as he steps toward the bed to finish the job.
he'll never forget the sight in a hurry; connor with his mouth parted, lips almost bruised with how hard hank had been shoving his cock down his throat, his palm on his dick, knelt before him like he wanted to worship hank. and god connor's going to be the fucking death of him.
he's hissing softly, feeling the weight of him in his arms. he's heavy, but it's nothing hank can't manage, even as he presses him back against the pillows and over the covers, a hand cradling the back of his head. it's intimate, surprising gentle for the filth he'd just been indulging in. ]
I was thinking of fucking you. Opening you up and bending you over that pool. Get you to make those sweet, pretty noises again.
[ he drawls, but not before giving his ass a pinch. ] You wanna mark me up that badly, or did you just watch one of those vampire movies again, you bastard?
[ yes, he totally felt that smile. ]
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android muscles don't get sore – he could have theoretically stayed in that position all night – but it does feel nice to stretch himself out fully against the bed sheets. it feels nicer when hank brushes his hand over the back of his head, and that's what motivates connor to grab the collar of hank's shirt and tug him down for a kiss, slow and soft and gentle, and everything that their previous act wasn't. )
Can't it be both? ( he asks, smiling again and reaching up a hand to press his finger gently against the slowly forming bruise. ) No one will see it, if you wear reasonable clothes to work.
( he's just saying.
connor jerks his hips lightly at the pinch, but it's only a matter of time before his palm is back over his crotch and he's grinding up against it with a lazy, languid pace. he looks at hank, with that same wide eyed expression that he had worn when hank's cock had been stretching his lips almost to their limit. now he's softly settled between pillows, all but humping his own hand. )
If you were thinking about it, why not do it? ( his question is perfectly innocent still, playing up this whole unaware virgin thing a little more now. it honestly wasn't intentional at first, but now that he's getting more into this it's coming a little more naturally. he's still coming out with "i want to perform fellatio on you", but it's better than two weeks prior. miles better, if they're both being honest.
he keeps one hand over his crotch, but the other is free to drag up his own chest, lingering briefly as his fingers brush over the thirium pump regulator in the centre of his chest. it lingers there, grazing lightly around the place where it rests flat in his chest. ) Open me up, bend me over. I'm yours.
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[ hank asks him with a huff, more entertained than pissed. he's noticed it, hank getting more and more up in his business, being comfortable enough with hank to come nosing around. hank tells him to fuck off from time to time, really -- but he doesn't mind. it's been a long, long time since he's had someone, and connor is a lovely companion, one he wouldn't trade in for the world.
he's kissing him deeply now, again and again, licking into his mouth because he can't have enough of him. it had taken a little getting used to, kissing connor, but now he's addicted to the feeling of it, knowing that he's the one who will just about overload all his systems and synapses. he's feeling connor grind against him, and connor is lovely like this, soft and innocent and everything hank wants to defile, his cock jumping at the sight of him stroking himself.
he takes a page out of connor's book now, unbuttoning his shirt. his mouth comes to lave at a nipple, taking it into his mouth the way connor's always fancied with his (hank likes it, by the way, it makes him crazy), and his hand comes to rest over connor's, too, right over the pump regulator. connor's not normal, he's not human, but nevermind that -- he's special, too, especially when he says i'm yours and hank swears his heart skipped a beat, then. ]
Huh, you got better at the dirty talk.
[ he teases, unbuckling connor's trousers, tugging it down his hips to free his cock, to see him properly. ] We don't have a pool, for one. Unless you're angling for shower sex.
[ hank really, really likes shower sex. ]
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he's still grinding away when hank gets his shirt open, runs his tongue over a nipple, and the combined sensations pulls a soft and satisfied sigh from his lips. his eyes slip shut and his head falls back, setting a slow pace with his hip movements. and when hank touches the skin over his pump there's another sigh, this one a little needier than the first. but he can be patient, really. )
They're your words, figured that means you would like them. ( he points out, one eye opening when hank finally removes his pants. he wiggles his hips a little to help the process, moving his hand up and stretching both arms over his head instead. laying it all out for hank to see. ) Would you like that? I'm aware of a number of options that would work with your bathroom layout. Bent over the tub, maybe, like the video. Or we could lie down in the bath, and there's always against a wall. Any of these have a high rate of successful intercourse.
( now that's more like it. )
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gods, he sounds so good, so needy, like he's dying to have him even though hank knows better -- connor doesn't, but at least they can pretend. he eyes his dick, admiring it and reaching down to curl his fingers over his length, giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. ]
Bath it is.
[ hank drawls, before he shifts, turns around and actually leads him to the bathroom, his hand gripping his dick firmly. ]
Wanna see your face when you come.
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his palms spread over hank's shoulder blades, and once they enter the bathroom he slips them around to hank's chest instead, his own chest pressing up flush against hank's back as his fingers drag slowly down until they rest just south of his belly button. connor presses his palms flat against hank's lower abdomen, squeezing lightly but nothing else. his hips squirm a little, not quite bucking into hank's hand but a movement that indicates he really wants to.
he also wants to try dirty talk again. he thinks he might be better at it this time. )
Is this a fantasy of yours? ( from behind he has to lean up a little more than he normally would to murmur against hank's ear. he's on the balls of his feet, practically tip toes, but pressing his body up against hank's back balances him easily, and he ducks his head to press a kiss to hank's jaw. ) Penetrating me in your bathroom?
( still not quite a porno, but connor doesn't care. he moves back to hank's ear, grazing his lips over the lobe before he adds. )
How many places can we fuck on in here before you come inside me?
( that's more on the money. someone was clearly listening to the video in the background. )
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connor is definitely right on the money there with the whole penetrating and how many places can they fuck thing, and hank groans, unable to help himself when connor so easily plasters himself against him.
he can feel it, the heat of his body, the muscles that ripple under his skin, biocomponents created to an unprecedented level of perfection. he turns his head to let connor's lips find his bearded jaw, and he shivers, grasping connor's hand to guide it to his own cock, full and heavy and ready to fuck him. he's shifting so that he can capture his mouth with his, the angle awkward but doable. ]
How many -- God, I hope everywhere. The counter, the shower, right up against that fuckin' door -- gonna fuck you on every flat surface I can find.
[ shit. shit, he said that they were going to get the dirty on in the bath, right? the way connor's going on right now, hank is sure as hell going to do it here and now. he's just as desperate and eager, lust pulsing with every beat of his heart. ]
Gonna fill you up until you're dripping with me, until you can't fuckin' walk straight --
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there's no hesitance when hank guides a hand down to his cock. connor brings the other back up so that he can wrap it under his armpit and up to grasp his shoulder, using the anchor to lean up closer and kiss hank harder. there's nothing convenient about this, but he keeps going anyway. connor gives hank's cock a few slow, dragging strokes, and then he brings it down to the base and squeezes tight. might as well be a cock ring. )
I want you everywhere. ( he murmurs the words against hank's lips, and then reduces his craning a little, lowers slightly and mouths at hank's jaw instead. there's a beard obstructing his access of course, but connor still manages to bite gently before he moves to his neck, repeating the motion there as well.
he's not leaving marks like this, there's barely even any redness right as he moves away, but he works his way down to hank's shoulder before biting hard. he's mostly just curious about hank's reaction. ) What are you waiting for?
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[ hank gripes, but it's laced with dry humor and what is unmistakably warm affection, because yes, he wants this with every ounce of his horrible soul, he wants to give connor everything that he wants, however he wants it just to feel the tight clasp of his body against his, to be the one thing someone else could focus on. he wants to be the one to bring connor to completion again and again, to feel him lose control because apparently androids do that now.
and connor, of course, is being a tantalising little jerk, teasing him, drawing out every possible response, just about shorting out hank's brain and propelling him towards shameless, fierce lust. he hisses when connor bites, stiffening as a strong, intense pulse of arousal goes right to his cock, his heart pounding because oh, fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good, almost better than the cock ring connor just about fashions with his hand around his dick. surely he must feel it, how his cock just jumped, how he had come so, so close to coming all over the counter at just that bite. ]
Fuck -- that's -- do it again.
[ he's reaching behind him, kneading at his young lover's ass, pushing him up close so that connor can tuck his cock between his thighs in the meantime. ] So you wanna play first, that right...?
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( connor learns quickly – previously this has been used in a range of scenarios, including ASL, advanced mathematically designed coding, chemical compositions and their relative reactive substances, knitting, rapid reassembly of a dismantled hand gun while being shot at, and cooking for a low cholesterol diet. now, apparently, it's dirty talk.
hank's reactions make connor smile against his skin, and he grinds his cock slowly against hank's ass, up against his thighs. he presses his lips to hank's skin and moans against it, low and deep and almost guttural. )
I want to learn all of the things that ellicit an arousal response–
( before hank can comment on him saying 'arousal response' right after 'can you fuck me all over this bathroom' connor's mouth is at a new spot on his shoulder, and he gives no warning before he bites down hard. it's maybe a little harder than the first, but he's using enough pressure to leave marks, maybe bruises, but not to puncture the skin. connor isn't going to draw blood to emphasise a point. )
if that means staying here a while, then yes I want to play first. If I can do all of the things you're thinking of right now when you're pinning me to a wall to penetrate me, then I'll want to move on to that.
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