( the door swings open and connor abruptly cuts off mid-moan â he's disabled his vocal component this time, because even connor knows when he's been beat. now that hank is actually fucking him there's not a chance in hell connor will actually stay quiet enough to keep them from being caught. certainly not that abruptly, at least.
connor listens to the cheerful conversation between the two men, their brevity only delaying the amount of time they take to make it to the urinals and unzip. when hank rolls his hips slowly connor's jaw falls slack but he's still silent. his component buzzes slightly, a muffled sound deep in his throat that sounds more like a phone on silent than a voice box, but other than that he's quiet.
the hand at his hip stills him for a moment, but it's not long before he's very slowly rolling his hips back to meet hank's torturously slow thrusts. he's sure he'd be making a hell of a lot more noise if it weren't for the pseudo-gag he'd placed on himself, and instead he presses his cheek up against the wooden door and lifts up onto the balls of his feet, curving his hips upwards and pushing back against hank's cock.
he doesn't have a prostate in the traditional sense, but there's a number of different sensitive spots within him that can be stimulated by different angles. moving like this hits a new one, and without his voice online to express the sensation somehow connor just ends up with trembling thighs, synthetic muscles twitching rapidly every time hank slowly bottoms out. )
[ there's everything relatively unsettling about connor just suddenly cutting himself off -- it's different from the usual, and hank has had sex with him enough times to know that this is him disabling his vocal component just to ensure he stays quiet. it's sexy in its own, twisted way, knowing that connor can't be quiet unless he pretty much ensures that he just about mutes himself.
but he can hear it in the other ways, that buzzing little component that hank knows the other two gents in the room won't notice, and he goes harder, shallow and rapid thrusts while they're pissing, certain that they won'e be picked up, not when they're boisterously laughing at the same time.
he's groping connor's cock, squeezing and fisting his dick, inviting him to thrust into it at the same time hank surges balls deep into him, reckless and fierce and full of need. those thighs tremble, synthetic muscles pulsing around him, and hank realizes just what connor might be feeling -- his body might not be a normal human's, but hank is intimate enough with it to know the silent giveaways, and so he pretty much keeps to that angle, fucking into him and rubbing up against this new, sensitive little spot. ]
( now that connor has actually cut off his vocal component he's far less hesitant. he should really be more considerate, hank can't mute himself like connor has and the result will be just as bad if hank is caught moaning as it would if connor gives them away, but he's confident that hank has better self-control than connor does. hank's usually quieter than him during sex, and he has full faith that the man can keep his mouth shut for a few minutes until the guys chatting at the urinals leave.
or more accurately, he doesn't really think about that too much. selfish little thing that he is.
now that hank is fucking him properly connor has to push off of the door to stop it from rattling against the hinges. he spreads his arms wide to brace against the stall itself instead, on the frame either side of the door, and his elbows lock into place. he can't really thrust back against hank when he's focusing on keeping himself upright and not revealing them with the shaking door, but hank's more than making up for it.
his muscles tremble again, rolling twitches that run along the full length of the insides of his legs from calf through to thigh. the same trembles move up his spinal column, outwardly looking similar to a shiver, and he rocks his hips into hank's fist, into his thrusts, just enough that his arms have something of a tremble too. as hank keeps driving in at that angle connor's head drops, hanging loose in front of him, and from here he can see hank's hand tightly pumping his cock.
it's all a lot, and he buzzes again, and again, and again. )
[ connor's pleasure is unmistakable. he's buzzing, vibrating with sheer pleasure and delight, and while under normal circumstances hank is far too happy to encourage it, this time it's dangerous -- and he's squeezing his hip in warning, stilling to allow him time to collect himself, to keep it down. meanwhile the two have paused in their conversation, one of them asking the other if it's their phone.
no, the other says -- must be the guy in the stall there. hank freezes -- even if connor's braced himself nicely against the stall's frame, he doesn't trust that they won't be discovered, and he moves to still him, his dick buried balls deep in that sweet, tight, wonderful ass made just for fucking, and he gives his ear a warning nip.
easy, darling. they have to still be careful; this ain't a sex club. his other hand comes to rub at his lower belly, sliding up to pinch his nipples, drawing his attention to places other than his fine, fine ass.
( right around the point where the men comment on the occupied stall is when connor actually realises he's the topic of their conversation, technically â that it's not just an internal buzz but an audible sound. connor frowns, stilling with hand and clenching his fists against the stall as he tries to get himself under control.
it's just hard with a cock still deep inside of him, but hank seems to recognise that. when the hand comes up to his stomach connor looks like he sighs, except with no sound. his eyes just flutter closed briefly and he visibly sags, back looser and muscles relaxing as he pushes back against hank just a little.
he's trying really hard not to clench around him, honestly.
when hank pinches his nipple connor jerks just a little, but it's good, it's new sensations that aren't coming from his filled ass and the sensors alight in there. he wriggles his hips just a little, but he looks over his shoulder at hank, and winks. he actually winks.
meanwhile the tap is switched on as the conversation outside continues, and connor takes the opportunity to squeeze the synthetic approximation of muscles around his asshole and bounce just once on hank's cock, just a quick forward and backwards motion before he holds himself still again. )
-- oh, he did, that devil, that minx, that awful, terrible android and hank has no idea where he learned how to be so evil when he thrusts back against him just once, that delicious surge of warmth closing around him and pushing hank nearly past his limit. it's unbearable and wonderful, the way he fucks himself just the once, and he bites back a low moan because he can't, he can't and he swears that's connor's plan all along.
so he pinches his nipple a little harder in retaliation, sliding down to cup his dick and squeeze, jerking him off slowly so that the guys outside can't hear, and fucking hell he wants them gone already. and when the door finally shuts hank moves like a wild animal.
no warning, no pause, he goes hard and fast, pulling out completely before thrusting him, pinning connor against the door and practically pounding into him, wild and ferocious and full of pent-up lust that connor had so playfully been tweaking out of him. his own control slips, every thrust rough and thorough, designed to make his lover feel all of it, the stretch of his cock against his hole. he pants, low and soft, intent on wholly ruining him.
( connor is secretly very pleased with himself, and the retaliation is both well deserved and exactly what connor wants. as hank pinches his nipple harder connor exhales softly, just the sound of air being forced slowly out of fake lungs.
but once the door closes, once the voices stop, hank goes for it.
connor can't moan but his head lolls back onto hank's shoulder, arching his back in a way that almost looks painful. his head meets the one of the man behind him, and his mouth has fallen open in a silent moan. just because he's not making the sound doesn't mean his body isn't reacting in the same way.
he waits until he's not mid-moan to reactivate his vocal component. his head is still on hank's, awkwardly straining to stay close despite the awful angle, and when it comes back on it's the tail end of a low groan. he doesn't have long, a merciless thrust driving into him immediately, but connor just stutters away for a full thirty seconds as the component comes back online while also dealing with the high levels of stimulation.
when it's finally back, connor whimpers and grabs the closest bit of hank he can manage. his back at this point, and he uses the anchor to make sure there's absolutely minimal space between him and hank. )
More. ( he begs at this point, and this here is the only reason he's actually activated the voice again at all. ) Hank, this is so good. I can'tâ I want more.
( and he moans again, muffled by connor suddenly slapping his hand over his own mouth. )
[ hank's going to give connor a good spanking when they get home, just saying. he can practically feel the android's smugness even if he isn't looking at him at all. he can sense the delight and the warmth and the desire, and hank definitely does go for it, but this time he's pulling connor along with him.
slamming the toiletbowl shut, he's sitting on in and tugging connor back squarely onto his lap, gasping when his lovely boy is impaling himself on his cock. good, hank thinks savagely, entirely smitten by just how reactive connor is. he should be whining, groaning, moaning for it. he bears the weight of his lover now, practically manhandling him because oh, isn't connor just asking for it? ]
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connor listens to the cheerful conversation between the two men, their brevity only delaying the amount of time they take to make it to the urinals and unzip. when hank rolls his hips slowly connor's jaw falls slack but he's still silent. his component buzzes slightly, a muffled sound deep in his throat that sounds more like a phone on silent than a voice box, but other than that he's quiet.
the hand at his hip stills him for a moment, but it's not long before he's very slowly rolling his hips back to meet hank's torturously slow thrusts. he's sure he'd be making a hell of a lot more noise if it weren't for the pseudo-gag he'd placed on himself, and instead he presses his cheek up against the wooden door and lifts up onto the balls of his feet, curving his hips upwards and pushing back against hank's cock.
he doesn't have a prostate in the traditional sense, but there's a number of different sensitive spots within him that can be stimulated by different angles. moving like this hits a new one, and without his voice online to express the sensation somehow connor just ends up with trembling thighs, synthetic muscles twitching rapidly every time hank slowly bottoms out. )
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but he can hear it in the other ways, that buzzing little component that hank knows the other two gents in the room won't notice, and he goes harder, shallow and rapid thrusts while they're pissing, certain that they won'e be picked up, not when they're boisterously laughing at the same time.
he's groping connor's cock, squeezing and fisting his dick, inviting him to thrust into it at the same time hank surges balls deep into him, reckless and fierce and full of need. those thighs tremble, synthetic muscles pulsing around him, and hank realizes just what connor might be feeling -- his body might not be a normal human's, but hank is intimate enough with it to know the silent giveaways, and so he pretty much keeps to that angle, fucking into him and rubbing up against this new, sensitive little spot. ]
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or more accurately, he doesn't really think about that too much. selfish little thing that he is.
now that hank is fucking him properly connor has to push off of the door to stop it from rattling against the hinges. he spreads his arms wide to brace against the stall itself instead, on the frame either side of the door, and his elbows lock into place. he can't really thrust back against hank when he's focusing on keeping himself upright and not revealing them with the shaking door, but hank's more than making up for it.
his muscles tremble again, rolling twitches that run along the full length of the insides of his legs from calf through to thigh. the same trembles move up his spinal column, outwardly looking similar to a shiver, and he rocks his hips into hank's fist, into his thrusts, just enough that his arms have something of a tremble too. as hank keeps driving in at that angle connor's head drops, hanging loose in front of him, and from here he can see hank's hand tightly pumping his cock.
it's all a lot, and he buzzes again, and again, and again. )
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no, the other says -- must be the guy in the stall there. hank freezes -- even if connor's braced himself nicely against the stall's frame, he doesn't trust that they won't be discovered, and he moves to still him, his dick buried balls deep in that sweet, tight, wonderful ass made just for fucking, and he gives his ear a warning nip.
easy, darling. they have to still be careful; this ain't a sex club. his other hand comes to rub at his lower belly, sliding up to pinch his nipples, drawing his attention to places other than his fine, fine ass.
c'mon, baby. be good for him and settle. ]
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it's just hard with a cock still deep inside of him, but hank seems to recognise that. when the hand comes up to his stomach connor looks like he sighs, except with no sound. his eyes just flutter closed briefly and he visibly sags, back looser and muscles relaxing as he pushes back against hank just a little.
he's trying really hard not to clench around him, honestly.
when hank pinches his nipple connor jerks just a little, but it's good, it's new sensations that aren't coming from his filled ass and the sensors alight in there. he wriggles his hips just a little, but he looks over his shoulder at hank, and winks. he actually winks.
meanwhile the tap is switched on as the conversation outside continues, and connor takes the opportunity to squeeze the synthetic approximation of muscles around his asshole and bounce just once on hank's cock, just a quick forward and backwards motion before he holds himself still again. )
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-- oh, he did, that devil, that minx, that awful, terrible android and hank has no idea where he learned how to be so evil when he thrusts back against him just once, that delicious surge of warmth closing around him and pushing hank nearly past his limit. it's unbearable and wonderful, the way he fucks himself just the once, and he bites back a low moan because he can't, he can't and he swears that's connor's plan all along.
so he pinches his nipple a little harder in retaliation, sliding down to cup his dick and squeeze, jerking him off slowly so that the guys outside can't hear, and fucking hell he wants them gone already. and when the door finally shuts hank moves like a wild animal.
no warning, no pause, he goes hard and fast, pulling out completely before thrusting him, pinning connor against the door and practically pounding into him, wild and ferocious and full of pent-up lust that connor had so playfully been tweaking out of him. his own control slips, every thrust rough and thorough, designed to make his lover feel all of it, the stretch of his cock against his hole. he pants, low and soft, intent on wholly ruining him.
really, he's got it coming. ]
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but once the door closes, once the voices stop, hank goes for it.
connor can't moan but his head lolls back onto hank's shoulder, arching his back in a way that almost looks painful. his head meets the one of the man behind him, and his mouth has fallen open in a silent moan. just because he's not making the sound doesn't mean his body isn't reacting in the same way.
he waits until he's not mid-moan to reactivate his vocal component. his head is still on hank's, awkwardly straining to stay close despite the awful angle, and when it comes back on it's the tail end of a low groan. he doesn't have long, a merciless thrust driving into him immediately, but connor just stutters away for a full thirty seconds as the component comes back online while also dealing with the high levels of stimulation.
when it's finally back, connor whimpers and grabs the closest bit of hank he can manage. his back at this point, and he uses the anchor to make sure there's absolutely minimal space between him and hank. )
More. ( he begs at this point, and this here is the only reason he's actually activated the voice again at all. ) Hank, this is so good. I can'tâ I want more.
( and he moans again, muffled by connor suddenly slapping his hand over his own mouth. )
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slamming the toiletbowl shut, he's sitting on in and tugging connor back squarely onto his lap, gasping when his lovely boy is impaling himself on his cock. good, hank thinks savagely, entirely smitten by just how reactive connor is. he should be whining, groaning, moaning for it. he bears the weight of his lover now, practically manhandling him because oh, isn't connor just asking for it? ]
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