[ it helps that connor's taking charge; it cuts short the insecurity even if another new one's blossoming in its place, a small, caustic little voice wondering just what connor sees in him, something that hank brushes away quickly. he notices just how connor slows down when it comes to shedding his clothes, and god does he want him. his pulse races, anticipating curling in his stomach as his pupils dilate, and surely, surely connor must know that he desires him.
he can't take his eyes away from his bobbing cock, endlessly fascinated. he's stunningly, achingly beautiful, and hank looks up from his cock to his equally gorgeous face, allowing his hand to be moved from his dick. connor grips his hand, but hank can't find it in himself to protest aside from a grunt and a half-curse. he allows himself to be caught in his hold, caught off guard by connor's intensity.
he likes it, he decides, his cock twitching against connor's dick, and god he wants more. he wants to touch him, he wants to grasp them both and rock up against him, he wants to hear connor moan and whine -- but this, this is his show, and connor doesn't look likely to relinquish it anytime soon.
it's comforting, really, to know that connor's asserting himself because he wants to -- that he doesn't just blindly want to please him. and that he's talking terms, too, and while a small, old-school macho part of hank balks at this, his own fascination with the role-reversal compels him to speak, his mouth dry. ]
( connor's first assignment was as a negotiator, it's part of the base code that makes up connor, and hank's rebuttal just makes him smirk. it's a reasonable request, he thinks, but he doesn't respond until he has looped the belt around both of hank's wrist and secured the buckle. he slips a finger in between the belt and hank's skin, testing how tight the leather is, and he's seemingly satisfied enough that he won't cut off the circulation to hank's hands.
connor takes hold of the belt instead, removing his hand, and he uses the strap to yank hank's hands up above his head. he has to lean over the man to place them where he wants them, above hank's head, and he holds them against the bed for a moment before giving the bound hands a gentle pat. )
Keep them there, okay? Listen to everything and I'll let you touch me. ( he leans down further, catches hold of the man's jaw and presses a kiss to his lips. he lingers a moment, licks into his mouth and deepens it, but right as it seems like hank is really getting into it connor pulls away and smirks. ) I mean everything, Hank. Even one and you'll have to watch while I get myself off right here.
( he pauses for a moment, slides his hands over hank's shirt and then moves up until he's straddling hank's hips, grinding gently against his cock. )
You know the colours system, right? Green for fine, yellow to stop and reevaluate, red to pull the plug?
( connor's clearly into the dominant role, enjoying the rush of hank following his instructions and the hold he has over the man, but he doesn't want to go too far. the point is for hank to enjoy this too, and connor wants to make sure hank knows that too. he's not remotely interested in just taking advantage of the man and ignoring hank's feelings on the acts. )
[ colours system. connor has a colours system, but really, he can't expect any less from him, and he nods. his hand is just about bound up over his head and there is something really hot about this that makes his cock jump. connor doesn't want him to touch himself, to touch him, and connor wants him to obey.
shit, if that isn't boner-inducing that hank doesn't know what is. so he allows himself to look, to admire every clean, sleek line -- and of course, that perennially gorgeous face, the soft brown eyes, the curve of that mouth. hank can't imagine saying no, not when it looks like connor's enjoying himself, and he manages a dry: ]
Yeah, I got it.
[ it's cute that connor thinks hank needs safewords at this juncture, but he takes it in stride with a soft grunt, shifting underneath connor to tease, the heat of connor's kiss still rich on his tongue. god, he wishes connor would kiss him again. ]
( of course connor has a colours system, when has he ever taken anything less than one hundred per cent seriously.
he stays in his position above hank, comfortably rocking against him as he thinks, and his LED whirs away and flashes out his thought processes. and when he levels his eyes on hank, eyes glinting just a little as he decides on what it is he wants to do. he leans over hank again, hands planted either side of hank's head, and he leans to touch his lips to hank's forehead with a gentle reverence that contrasts starkly with the mood he's setting. )
I want you to stay very still. Don't move unless I move you. Can you do that?
( connor brings his hand up, curls around hank's jaw, and uses the grip to turn hank's head and angle it up, baring the man's neck and trailing light nibbles and sucks slowly down the exposed skin. )
[ hank grumbles, but he does as he asks anyway, testing the give of the bindings before settling in, bracing himself for being denied to hell and back, but still given the delicious treat of watching connor in all his glory. if he can't touch, then at least he'll look to his heart's content.
that's good too, right? before he flips his android over and gives him a hard dicking -- at least, that might be the plan if connor doesn't kill him with sex. he nods. ]
But yeah. I'll behave. You want me to watch you take my cock inside you, huh? You gonna ride me good, darlin'?
[ the pet name comes sweet and easy and playful, but his breath stutters when connor fully takes charge, and all he can do is yield, groaning softly when he tips his head back, feeling those lovely, wonderful lips and teeth and tongue over his throat. ]
( connor grins, ducking his head and yanking the shirt down so that he can suck harder, teeth digging in suddenly and sharply before he soothes the spot with his tongue and the sucking. he's leaving a bruise that's probably going to look quite nasty, but at least no one else will be able to see the dark hickey blossoming just above hank's collarbone, closer to his shoulder than his neck.
that's just for connor. he trails a finger around the outline, admiring his work, then he moves back. he's still holding hank's jaw with the other hand and when he turns it back to face him he murmurs a soft 'kiss me' against his lips before quickly launching a deep, intense kiss.
he cuts off suddenly again, releasing hank's jaw and wrapping his hand around his throat instead. his grip is loose, but he watches the man curiously. once his fingers settle into the position, he moves his hips down a little lower until he's able to very slowly grind against's hank's cock. he doesn't tighten his fingers, watching and waiting for hank's reaction. )
[ there is everything sexy about connor telling him what he wants to do with him, and more importantly, the fact that hank has no say in what's about to happen in their time together. he hisses when he feels the bite, the bruises that connor makes on his skin and there's something wildly satisfying about knowing that connor has a feral side, too, that he can be just as possessive as hank is, and then some.
he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]
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he can't take his eyes away from his bobbing cock, endlessly fascinated. he's stunningly, achingly beautiful, and hank looks up from his cock to his equally gorgeous face, allowing his hand to be moved from his dick. connor grips his hand, but hank can't find it in himself to protest aside from a grunt and a half-curse. he allows himself to be caught in his hold, caught off guard by connor's intensity.
he likes it, he decides, his cock twitching against connor's dick, and god he wants more. he wants to touch him, he wants to grasp them both and rock up against him, he wants to hear connor moan and whine -- but this, this is his show, and connor doesn't look likely to relinquish it anytime soon.
it's comforting, really, to know that connor's asserting himself because he wants to -- that he doesn't just blindly want to please him. and that he's talking terms, too, and while a small, old-school macho part of hank balks at this, his own fascination with the role-reversal compels him to speak, his mouth dry. ]
If I behave, you let me touch you before I come.
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connor takes hold of the belt instead, removing his hand, and he uses the strap to yank hank's hands up above his head. he has to lean over the man to place them where he wants them, above hank's head, and he holds them against the bed for a moment before giving the bound hands a gentle pat. )
Keep them there, okay? Listen to everything and I'll let you touch me. ( he leans down further, catches hold of the man's jaw and presses a kiss to his lips. he lingers a moment, licks into his mouth and deepens it, but right as it seems like hank is really getting into it connor pulls away and smirks. ) I mean everything, Hank. Even one and you'll have to watch while I get myself off right here.
( he pauses for a moment, slides his hands over hank's shirt and then moves up until he's straddling hank's hips, grinding gently against his cock. )
You know the colours system, right? Green for fine, yellow to stop and reevaluate, red to pull the plug?
( connor's clearly into the dominant role, enjoying the rush of hank following his instructions and the hold he has over the man, but he doesn't want to go too far. the point is for hank to enjoy this too, and connor wants to make sure hank knows that too. he's not remotely interested in just taking advantage of the man and ignoring hank's feelings on the acts. )
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shit, if that isn't boner-inducing that hank doesn't know what is. so he allows himself to look, to admire every clean, sleek line -- and of course, that perennially gorgeous face, the soft brown eyes, the curve of that mouth. hank can't imagine saying no, not when it looks like connor's enjoying himself, and he manages a dry: ]
Yeah, I got it.
[ it's cute that connor thinks hank needs safewords at this juncture, but he takes it in stride with a soft grunt, shifting underneath connor to tease, the heat of connor's kiss still rich on his tongue. god, he wishes connor would kiss him again. ]
What do you want me to do right now, then?
[ hank's definitely listening. ]
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he stays in his position above hank, comfortably rocking against him as he thinks, and his LED whirs away and flashes out his thought processes. and when he levels his eyes on hank, eyes glinting just a little as he decides on what it is he wants to do. he leans over hank again, hands planted either side of hank's head, and he leans to touch his lips to hank's forehead with a gentle reverence that contrasts starkly with the mood he's setting. )
I want you to stay very still. Don't move unless I move you. Can you do that?
( connor brings his hand up, curls around hank's jaw, and uses the grip to turn hank's head and angle it up, baring the man's neck and trailing light nibbles and sucks slowly down the exposed skin. )
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[ hank grumbles, but he does as he asks anyway, testing the give of the bindings before settling in, bracing himself for being denied to hell and back, but still given the delicious treat of watching connor in all his glory. if he can't touch, then at least he'll look to his heart's content.
that's good too, right? before he flips his android over and gives him a hard dicking -- at least, that might be the plan if connor doesn't kill him with sex. he nods. ]
But yeah. I'll behave. You want me to watch you take my cock inside you, huh? You gonna ride me good, darlin'?
[ the pet name comes sweet and easy and playful, but his breath stutters when connor fully takes charge, and all he can do is yield, groaning softly when he tips his head back, feeling those lovely, wonderful lips and teeth and tongue over his throat. ]
...God. Keep doing that.
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( connor grins, ducking his head and yanking the shirt down so that he can suck harder, teeth digging in suddenly and sharply before he soothes the spot with his tongue and the sucking. he's leaving a bruise that's probably going to look quite nasty, but at least no one else will be able to see the dark hickey blossoming just above hank's collarbone, closer to his shoulder than his neck.
that's just for connor. he trails a finger around the outline, admiring his work, then he moves back. he's still holding hank's jaw with the other hand and when he turns it back to face him he murmurs a soft 'kiss me' against his lips before quickly launching a deep, intense kiss.
he cuts off suddenly again, releasing hank's jaw and wrapping his hand around his throat instead. his grip is loose, but he watches the man curiously. once his fingers settle into the position, he moves his hips down a little lower until he's able to very slowly grind against's hank's cock. he doesn't tighten his fingers, watching and waiting for hank's reaction. )
Colour?
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he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
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( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
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oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]