( hank pushes his fingers into connor's ass, and in a moment of startling clarity he realises that there's no chance connor will be able to outlast hank. probably because he never informed the man that there was a competition which means the only one connor is really competing against is himself.
he's really set himself up for failure here – maybe that was the goal all along.
he's tempted to disable some motor functions just to stop himself grinding down onto hank's fingers, but connor had never been one to take the easy way out. instead he just clings to his last fraying threads of self control to hold himself still. he twitches every time hank pushes deep inside of him and brushes against the sensitive receptors there, but he doesn't drive himself down despite the immense need for more building inside him. )
Anything that will absolve me. ( he murmurs sweetly, hands coming up in front of them both and clasped together in a gesture of prayer. it's almost hard to believe that he's straddling hank's hips, two fingers deep inside his ass, he's projecting such innocence. it's a good thing that androids don't believe in a concept of heaven and hell, because this would surely earn him a ticket downstairs. )
Please Father Anderson, tell me what I need to do. I don't want to be sinful any more.
( except for all the shame and innocence written on his face, it sure looks like what he's actually saying is "please fuck me before i snap". )
[ there isn't any sort of failure to be found when it comes to getting intimate like this -- and perhaps the loss is all the sweeter for it when hank completely leans into the scene, thinking that it's what connor wants and is more than happy to give it to him. connor's never really asked for much, and he's stroking inside of him, rubbing against those soft walls and figuring out just where his sensitive spots are.
he knows they're there, it just takes some creative maneuvering to figure out what it is. he's curling his hand around connor's wrists, pressing soft kisses to his fingertips, never turning his gaze away from him. he's taking in that incandescent beauty, the way connor's sinfully hungry gaze lights on his despite the innocence, and fuck, but he's so turned on he could pretty much cut glass at this very moment. ]
Take my cock in your pretty little hands, and put your mouth to it. Worship it like it's the only thing that matters to you.
( the analytical features in his model means that connor has a greater than average amount of sensors in odd places like his tongue and fingers, and right now connor would gladly pray to this god-figure in thanks for that. hank, rubbing his fingers inside of him and searching any of the several random sensitive spots, pressing his lips to the tips of his fingers, it's leaving connor with a heady rush that makes clear thought near impossible.
so fuck it, he loses. connor gives up any pretence of 'trying to make hank 'crack first', he's in whole heartedly now because why not? they're having fun, and it's hot as hell, and really that's all that matters.
connor nods silently, dropping his hands to both circle hank's cock and he pumps them along his length slowly while he glances at hank's arm, the one curled around to press fingers into his ass, and then hank's cock. he wants to drop his mouth onto it immediately, but first he has to find a way of positioning himself that won't result in hank having to remove his fingers. )
Do I– ( his voice hitches in his throat, trying to muffle a moan as hank finds a spot that really works for connor. ) –your fingers, Father. Will you keep them in me while I show you my devotion to worship?
[ ah, yes, they need to find a way around this, don't they? as much as hank loves fucking his pretty, pretty android, there are logistics to consider, and hank already has an idea. he grins, free hand coming to give that tight, pert ass a little slap. ]
You love it in you, huh, you filthy boy?
[ and who is hank to take that away from him, really? so he gently nudges at him, encouraging a little movement. ] Turn around slowly, park your ass on my chest. You should be able to reach my dick better.
[ sixty-nineing, who would've thought hank would be enjoying this kind of sex at his age, with such a beautiful young man? he's rubbing against that spot again, hearing that muffled moan and deciding that he wants more from him. he knows connor is capable of a myriad lovely little sounds, and he intends to pry them out of him. ]
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he's really set himself up for failure here – maybe that was the goal all along.
he's tempted to disable some motor functions just to stop himself grinding down onto hank's fingers, but connor had never been one to take the easy way out. instead he just clings to his last fraying threads of self control to hold himself still. he twitches every time hank pushes deep inside of him and brushes against the sensitive receptors there, but he doesn't drive himself down despite the immense need for more building inside him. )
Anything that will absolve me. ( he murmurs sweetly, hands coming up in front of them both and clasped together in a gesture of prayer. it's almost hard to believe that he's straddling hank's hips, two fingers deep inside his ass, he's projecting such innocence. it's a good thing that androids don't believe in a concept of heaven and hell, because this would surely earn him a ticket downstairs. )
Please Father Anderson, tell me what I need to do. I don't want to be sinful any more.
( except for all the shame and innocence written on his face, it sure looks like what he's actually saying is "please fuck me before i snap". )
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he knows they're there, it just takes some creative maneuvering to figure out what it is. he's curling his hand around connor's wrists, pressing soft kisses to his fingertips, never turning his gaze away from him. he's taking in that incandescent beauty, the way connor's sinfully hungry gaze lights on his despite the innocence, and fuck, but he's so turned on he could pretty much cut glass at this very moment. ]
Take my cock in your pretty little hands, and put your mouth to it. Worship it like it's the only thing that matters to you.
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so fuck it, he loses. connor gives up any pretence of 'trying to make hank 'crack first', he's in whole heartedly now because why not? they're having fun, and it's hot as hell, and really that's all that matters.
connor nods silently, dropping his hands to both circle hank's cock and he pumps them along his length slowly while he glances at hank's arm, the one curled around to press fingers into his ass, and then hank's cock. he wants to drop his mouth onto it immediately, but first he has to find a way of positioning himself that won't result in hank having to remove his fingers. )
Do I– ( his voice hitches in his throat, trying to muffle a moan as hank finds a spot that really works for connor. ) –your fingers, Father. Will you keep them in me while I show you my devotion to worship?
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You love it in you, huh, you filthy boy?
[ and who is hank to take that away from him, really? so he gently nudges at him, encouraging a little movement. ] Turn around slowly, park your ass on my chest. You should be able to reach my dick better.
[ sixty-nineing, who would've thought hank would be enjoying this kind of sex at his age, with such a beautiful young man? he's rubbing against that spot again, hearing that muffled moan and deciding that he wants more from him. he knows connor is capable of a myriad lovely little sounds, and he intends to pry them out of him. ]