[ it's always been a major sticking point and a dealbreaker for hank; that connor does what he wants when he wants, and even if hank yells at him for it, he will hate it more if connor only obeys. up until now, he hasn't done it, but it doesn't stop hank from being paranoid somehow. he doesn't want connor to be like the androids specially designed for sex, who only wish to please and fulfill their instructions and missions. no, he's so much more than that, and when connor explains it to him, serious, earnest and intent and so damn adorable, hank only relaxes.
he can take the fucking weirdness, he can, with a little time. hell, he's still wrapping his mind about the vagina thing, and he decides that while this is pretty damn new for him, he loves connor, anyway, which means he will learn to love whatever shit comes his way.
thankfully, that's not really difficult to do. so when connor squeezes his hand and reassures him that this is what he wants, the pinched look goes away. his opinion matters, but just as a partner, and a weight is lifted off his shoulders. he's not connor's owner, but his partner. ]
Partner, right.
[ and he can't help a little smile, finally, when connor says explicitly that he's doing this for himself, and he looks down at those boxers again, now giving in to his curiosity. connor's doing this for himself, and hank can't help but be proud of him. ]
You want them for you, huh. Even a soft pussy? Did you finger yourself, yet?
( he sees the stress ebb away and connor smiles, leans up and quickly cups hank's neck to pull him into a sweet little kiss. just a quick one though, and then he's sitting back again. both hands back on the bed now, and he leans back slightly on them as he watches hank curiously.
and then he asks his question, and connor grins. hank's in. )
Not yet.
( connor glances down at the boxers, and removes a hand from the bed to toy with the waistband slightly instead. he pushes his hand in, but only into the very top of the waistband, hand sitting flush against his stomach. his eyes meet hank's, and he's still curious, but there's something else to the look now. it's heated, and he tilts his head slightly as a thought occurs to him.
he's already sprung a vagina and interchangeable genitalia on hank. this is vanilla by comparison. )
[ this is definitely vanilla by comparison, but it's no less sexy. hank's gaze darkens, becomes more intent and interested once he gets over the hump of interchangeable genitalia and just how casual connor is about it. androids, he thinks giddily, really are superior to humans in just about every way.
his kiss lingering on his lips, hank comes closer, gesturing him back to settle against the pillows at the head of the bed so that he can climb onto the bed as wall, so that hank can sit on the end of it, half-turning around to watch him. ]
Yes. Take those briefs off, spread your legs, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you.
( connor shifts back in the bed, quick and eager and almost scrambling up to the head of the bed. he pauses only to push the pillows up into a better position, less for his comfort and more for support, and then he settles down with his back pressed against them, almost sitting upright but with an incline thanks to those pillows. like this he can rest his head against the headboard, but not so tipped back that he can't watch hank.
that's all he wants to do. he watches as hank moves, watches him settle at the other end of the bed, watches him as connor presses his thighs tightly together despite it making the removal of the briefs a lot more difficult. he works them down his hips, raising up slightly to get them under his ass, then manages to slip them over his knees and down to his ankles all without parting his thighs.
he leaves the underwear at his ankles, and finally his knees spread apart and hank gets his first glimpse of connor's new addition. he'd picked this from a number of components, still just as hairless as he always is, but in place of the dick normally sitting between his legs there's now a neat little set of lips in its place. connor is still watching hank intently as he brushes his hand over his thighs, cups his hand fully over himself, and then slowly slides one finger into himself. )
Is this what you want to see? ( connor sighs, soft and gentle as the way he's touching himself. when he slides the finger back out there's a slight shine to it – the same lubricant found in other parts of his body – and when he replaces one finger with two pushed deep in, his eyes briefly flutter shut. they open again when he pushes them all the way in, and his gaze fixes back on hank, intense as ever. ) Tell me what to do.
[ fuck, this is definitely what he wants to see. connor, ageless and gorgeous, so sleekly leans back against the pillows -- it's endearing how he's scrambling for it, more human that he's ever been, and he's smiling when he closes his legs just to tease him. hank doesn't take his eyes off him, his gaze flickering down to where he's exposing himself. he's helping connor remove his underwear completely, running his fingers lightly over the warm fabric before he sets it aside.
god, where his cock had been there's now a lovely, hairless, beautiful cunt, soft lips and so pale and yet so him, and he looks from it to his chest, masculine and yet feminine at the same time. he's stunning, both male and female all at once, and he finds himself hungry for more. he wants more of him, and when it looks like connor's waiting for instructions, especially after the way he sighs so sweetly, touching himself -- and god is he aroused? -- he can't help but venture closer, watching those two slender fingers slide inside of him. ]
Fuck your fingers nice and slow, babe. [ the first term of endearment, slipping from his lips so easily, so naturally. ] Lemme see you get all wet, first. You like it, don't you? Feels different from having a dick?
( one side of connor's mouth quirks upwards as hank moves further up the bed towards him, and he spreads his legs a little further in response. unnecessary of course, there's plenty of space not only for hank to get a full view but also fit comfortably between connor's legs right now, but it's a tease as much as the underwear removal had been. )
It's good. Completely different, it's– ( he exhales as he sets a slow, languid pace, fingers rhythmically thrusting into his entrance. ) less intense, but also more?
( the response doesn't really make sense, connor thinks, but it's the best he's got right now. connor writhes his hips in minute little movements, adding a slight twist to the motion after a few initial jerks of his wrist, and he's watching hank for his reactions the whole time. he honestly thinks that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's right now even if he wanted to – and he doesn't want to. his eyes are locked on hank's as he pulls his fingers slowly all the way out, and they go up to his mouth to swipe over his tongue quickly before resuming his lazy fingering.
if there's one thing connor is excelling at in spades right now, it's teasing hank. )
[ tastes different -- hank's brain shorts out for the moment at that. for all of his gripes and complaints about connor tasting different fluids, this definitely isn't one of them. he can't tear his eyes away from connor and how he's playing with himself, the glistening of those fingers.
mouth dry, his eyes greedily track every movement, before he's closing the distance between them. he's moving over him now, grabbing his wrist and pinning it over his head, his free hand coming down to trace lightly over those soft, plump lips, surprised that they're so soft, so yielding. ]
My turn, now.
[ hank's gaze is predatory, unwavering, even as he slowly, delicately pushes his finger inside of him. ] My question is -- did they make you a virgin? Did you ask them to?
( connor's eyes widen a little when hank pins his wrist up over his head, looking at him. he doesn't move the hand above his head, just rotating his hips slightly to make hank's gentle graze easier. one hand is still free, and he uses it to reach out and touch hank, touch his cheek and beard and encourage him closer for a kiss. )
It didn't come up during the purchase. ( connor whines softly as hank pushes his finger in, just as slow as connor's pace, but deeper and thicker. hank's finger's are far thicker than connor's, and experiencing them in his fancy new cunt rather than his ass is a lot – but connor's more than up to the challenge. ) Are you going to find out?
( connor rocks his hips up into hank's finger, wriggling the hand in hank's grip and looking up at the trapped hand. his mouth falls open a little and his hips arch further as he looks at hank, a satisfied hum coming from him as hank presses in deep. )
I want you, Hank, I want all of you. Can I have that?
[ hank says like it's the easiest thing in the world. and it is, hank's many hangups aside. being with connor is easy for hank, even though he knows that it's probably challenging for the android to deal with his temper and general grouchiness half the time. he likes to think that he's gotten better at this in the months they've been together, the fights less frequent now that they're trying to settle into something more stable.
and now connor says he wants all of him and hank is just about wholly compromised. what does he say to that, what can he say? he's so soft inside, and hank gently fingerfucks him, realising just how tight he is, how he squeezes so sweetly around his finger. god, he's so lost. he makes a soft noise, before pushing another finger in, wanting to stretch him, to test the give of his body. ]
This feel good?
[ he's curious -- he wants to know how to best please connor, to make him squirm and cry out just for him. so he goes slow, two fingers in and out, in and out. ]
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he can take the fucking weirdness, he can, with a little time. hell, he's still wrapping his mind about the vagina thing, and he decides that while this is pretty damn new for him, he loves connor, anyway, which means he will learn to love whatever shit comes his way.
thankfully, that's not really difficult to do. so when connor squeezes his hand and reassures him that this is what he wants, the pinched look goes away. his opinion matters, but just as a partner, and a weight is lifted off his shoulders. he's not connor's owner, but his partner. ]
Partner, right.
[ and he can't help a little smile, finally, when connor says explicitly that he's doing this for himself, and he looks down at those boxers again, now giving in to his curiosity. connor's doing this for himself, and hank can't help but be proud of him. ]
You want them for you, huh. Even a soft pussy? Did you finger yourself, yet?
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and then he asks his question, and connor grins. hank's in. )
Not yet.
( connor glances down at the boxers, and removes a hand from the bed to toy with the waistband slightly instead. he pushes his hand in, but only into the very top of the waistband, hand sitting flush against his stomach. his eyes meet hank's, and he's still curious, but there's something else to the look now. it's heated, and he tilts his head slightly as a thought occurs to him.
he's already sprung a vagina and interchangeable genitalia on hank. this is vanilla by comparison. )
Would you like me to?
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his kiss lingering on his lips, hank comes closer, gesturing him back to settle against the pillows at the head of the bed so that he can climb onto the bed as wall, so that hank can sit on the end of it, half-turning around to watch him. ]
Yes. Take those briefs off, spread your legs, and touch yourself for me. I want to see you.
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that's all he wants to do. he watches as hank moves, watches him settle at the other end of the bed, watches him as connor presses his thighs tightly together despite it making the removal of the briefs a lot more difficult. he works them down his hips, raising up slightly to get them under his ass, then manages to slip them over his knees and down to his ankles all without parting his thighs.
he leaves the underwear at his ankles, and finally his knees spread apart and hank gets his first glimpse of connor's new addition. he'd picked this from a number of components, still just as hairless as he always is, but in place of the dick normally sitting between his legs there's now a neat little set of lips in its place. connor is still watching hank intently as he brushes his hand over his thighs, cups his hand fully over himself, and then slowly slides one finger into himself. )
Is this what you want to see? ( connor sighs, soft and gentle as the way he's touching himself. when he slides the finger back out there's a slight shine to it – the same lubricant found in other parts of his body – and when he replaces one finger with two pushed deep in, his eyes briefly flutter shut. they open again when he pushes them all the way in, and his gaze fixes back on hank, intense as ever. ) Tell me what to do.
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god, where his cock had been there's now a lovely, hairless, beautiful cunt, soft lips and so pale and yet so him, and he looks from it to his chest, masculine and yet feminine at the same time. he's stunning, both male and female all at once, and he finds himself hungry for more. he wants more of him, and when it looks like connor's waiting for instructions, especially after the way he sighs so sweetly, touching himself -- and god is he aroused? -- he can't help but venture closer, watching those two slender fingers slide inside of him. ]
Fuck your fingers nice and slow, babe. [ the first term of endearment, slipping from his lips so easily, so naturally. ] Lemme see you get all wet, first. You like it, don't you? Feels different from having a dick?
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It's good. Completely different, it's– ( he exhales as he sets a slow, languid pace, fingers rhythmically thrusting into his entrance. ) less intense, but also more?
( the response doesn't really make sense, connor thinks, but it's the best he's got right now. connor writhes his hips in minute little movements, adding a slight twist to the motion after a few initial jerks of his wrist, and he's watching hank for his reactions the whole time. he honestly thinks that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man's right now even if he wanted to – and he doesn't want to. his eyes are locked on hank's as he pulls his fingers slowly all the way out, and they go up to his mouth to swipe over his tongue quickly before resuming his lazy fingering.
if there's one thing connor is excelling at in spades right now, it's teasing hank. )
Tastes different, too.
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mouth dry, his eyes greedily track every movement, before he's closing the distance between them. he's moving over him now, grabbing his wrist and pinning it over his head, his free hand coming down to trace lightly over those soft, plump lips, surprised that they're so soft, so yielding. ]
My turn, now.
[ hank's gaze is predatory, unwavering, even as he slowly, delicately pushes his finger inside of him. ] My question is -- did they make you a virgin? Did you ask them to?
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It didn't come up during the purchase. ( connor whines softly as hank pushes his finger in, just as slow as connor's pace, but deeper and thicker. hank's finger's are far thicker than connor's, and experiencing them in his fancy new cunt rather than his ass is a lot – but connor's more than up to the challenge. ) Are you going to find out?
( connor rocks his hips up into hank's finger, wriggling the hand in hank's grip and looking up at the trapped hand. his mouth falls open a little and his hips arch further as he looks at hank, a satisfied hum coming from him as hank presses in deep. )
I want you, Hank, I want all of you. Can I have that?
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[ hank says like it's the easiest thing in the world. and it is, hank's many hangups aside. being with connor is easy for hank, even though he knows that it's probably challenging for the android to deal with his temper and general grouchiness half the time. he likes to think that he's gotten better at this in the months they've been together, the fights less frequent now that they're trying to settle into something more stable.
and now connor says he wants all of him and hank is just about wholly compromised. what does he say to that, what can he say? he's so soft inside, and hank gently fingerfucks him, realising just how tight he is, how he squeezes so sweetly around his finger. god, he's so lost. he makes a soft noise, before pushing another finger in, wanting to stretch him, to test the give of his body. ]
This feel good?
[ he's curious -- he wants to know how to best please connor, to make him squirm and cry out just for him. so he goes slow, two fingers in and out, in and out. ]