[ make me yours, and connor seals it just as much as hank does, when he squeezes his cock and hank goes out of his his mind with lust, with his own irrepressible desire for all that connor is. he's groaning now, low and wrecked and so entirely gone for the sake of connor's pleasure, caught on just how delicious he sounds, how he feels.
it's too late to turn back now, too late to explain that it's a fluke without breaking something between them, and hank finds that he doesn't want to, even if he can, so he's rocking his hips into connor's lovely hand, thrusting deliberately into him as if proving yes, yes, he's definitely fucking bigger, and he can't help the thudding of his heart. however, he knows he must do something better than this -- he has to, because this couch is too small for the both of them, and hank fully intends to make this one count if he's going to be doing a shitty thing, anyway.
so he moves, away. not far enough to deny connor, but enough to make a point. and fuck, oh, hank knows exactly what he's doing. ]
Bed. Not here.
[ bed, where reed ostensibly fucks connor -- bed, where hank will defile it all over again and where connor will remember the memory of this night branded into every ounce of him. ]
( when hank moves away from him there's a moment where connor's eyes widen and he reaches out quickly, one hand still on hank's dick as the other grabs hold of the first thing it reaches. it's hank's upper arm, and he grips tightly, and – oh.
hank says bed and connor's hand immediately loosens – doesn't let go, but he's not digging his fingers in hard enough to leave little red marks now. hank isn't pulling away, he's just relocating, and as soon as the idea is put out there connor is seized with thoughts of hank in his bed. just like that, connor knows he has to have him in there. just once, just this time, just to know what it could have been like.
just once, and then never again.
connor quickly surges up, presses his lips up against hank's into a clumsy kiss that lands closer to the corner of hank's mouth than his lips. he manages to get up to his knees on the couch without ever having to let go of hank's cock, quite an achievement really considering he's still pretty damn tipsy, and once he's up like that he presses their chests together, leaning in and resting his forehead against hank's. he craves the contact, pressing himself up against hank and struggling to think of any scenario where he isn't touching hank. they've got to get to the bedroom somehow, but it's so far away. )
Yes. Yes. ( connor mumbles quickly, finally letting go of hank's dick and cupping both of his cheeks again. this time the kiss lands on target, and he's quick to deepen it, licking into hank's mouth and brushing his tongue against the older man's teasingly.
just like that connor pulls away entirely, tugs his pants back up over his hips so that he can actually walk unencumbered, and gestures for hank to follow. ) This way.
( he smiles, heated and so, so turned on. he's hard enough for his pants to tent over his erection, and when he turns to walk to his room without checking to make sure hank follows he's already pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch to give himself a taste of friction to grind against. it kills him not to check for hank behind him, but connor manages to get into the bedroom without looking.
and once he's in there, he shoves his hand down the front of his pants and quickly draws his cock out, lazily pumping down the length with his eyes closed as he stands in his bedroom, waiting for hank. )
[ hank is unable to help himself, barreling towards what is surely mutually assured destruction. connor pulls away and moves ahead of him and a part of hank wonders if connor is regretting it -- it doesn't look like he is, even when he pulls his pants back up. the line of the younger doctor's back is impossibly attractive; supple and sleek and made just for fucking, to be put on his back and pounded until he's giddy with it.
he entertains those thoughts as he follows after him, and it's a welcome sight when connor draws his cock out -- it means that he's as serious as hank is and they're most definitely cheating on gavin and hank doesn't bring himself to care. his connor is getting off in front of him, shameless and innocently sweet all at once, and hank can't help but close the distance between them, grasping his chin and tilting his face up to his firmly.
he kisses him now, deeply and passionately, wanting the slide of his tongue against his, wanting not to think as he pushes connor's pants off, then his own. there are too many clothes between them, and he's waited too damn long to be thwarted from what he wants. ]
Off.
[ he almost snarls, backing him towards the foot of the bed. ]
Everything -- get naked.
[ he's dreamed of this moment for so long, so damn long that he doesn't want to give it up now; he wants to see all of him, he wants him, and everything about this is like a page out of his wettest dreams because fuck if connor isn't wholly fuckable, if people won't go to their knees just for him. ]
( hank takes hold of his chin, tips his head, and connor opens his eyes – half-opens, really, he's still lazily stroking his erection and it's hard to do much more than that – but when hank kisses him connor stops touching himself long enough to help shove his pants back down.
and he's backing him to the bed, ordering him around, and heat immediately pools in his abdomen, his dick twitches and he complies without so much as a whisper of protest. he sheds his shirt, doesn't even bother to tease, and though he takes a moment to fold it before dropping it on the floor, the pants don't get any of the same care. he kicks his pants and underwear off his ankles, tossing them away quickly.
now he's fully naked, so hard he thinks it might start to hurt soon, and he levels his eyes at hank. he's not drunk any more, it's been enough time that he's just tipsy now and he doesn't sway as he looks at hank with a heady, lusty gaze that just screams desire. this has been the object of a number of fantasies he's had – ones he's been having since he met hank, if he's being honest. )
How do you want me? ( he asks, a slight smirk curving at his lips as his hand comes back to his cock, though he doesn't actually start stroking himself again, just gripping it now. ) Just– take me Hank, however you want. Ruin me, please.
( okay, maybe he's a little more than tipsy. or maybe hank is just able to get connor to ask for exactly what he wants. )
[ it's in this moment that hank knows there's no turning back. connor is looking back at him, clear-eyed and determined, and hank should probably feel guilty about fucking someone behind his boyfriend's back -- he's never really been that kind of guy until connor came along, with all his bad decisions and wearing his heart on his sleeve -- and he decides fuck it.
fuck it, because he's always wanted connor more than he's wanted anything else, and he shoves aside that pang of conscience before he shoves him to the bed, crawling in above him as he gives him a hungry, ravenous once-over. connor is beautiful, so beautiful tonight that his breath catches in his throat. the scant light from the windows illuminate his fair, fair skin, the smattering of moles and freckles only serving to make him more comely.
and then he's grasping his cock, and while hank knows alcohol tends to have the opposite effect on dicks, it's heartening to know that connor's already hard. he's leaning down to kiss him just to shut him up, his hand curling around connor's to join him, tightening briefly so that he can thrust into it. ]
Want you on your back. [ he tells him gruffly. ] You're looking at only me when I fuck you.
( this is going to destroy connor when he wakes up – because of what happened, because of the hangover, but mostly because he doesn't feel guilty. he's aware that he's doing something wrong, but he doesn't think about gavin at all as hank rushes him onto the bed flat on his back.
god, he wants him so badly. connor whines softly at the touch – just the hands on him, pushing him onto the bed, hank isn't even touching his erection yet and connor's already practically begging for him. no, not practically. he's begging. )
God, yes, okay. Only looking at you, yes. ( connor reaches up, a loud moan coming from low in his throat that connor tries to suppress and fails miserably. his hands find hank's face, he grabs hold of the man's cheeks, rubbing fingers through his beard as he rolls his hips into hank's touch. his movements are needy, demanding, desperate even. connor isn't exactly the most patient person in the world to begin with – when it's a rather demanding boner and the man of his dreams touching it, it's only natural he'll be a little impatient. )
Hank, fuck, I want you. ( connor rarely swears. that's quite an achievement. he huffs out slowly, tugs his hands a little on the beard hair, fights to keep his eyes open and on the man above him. ) I'll do anything, anything.
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it's too late to turn back now, too late to explain that it's a fluke without breaking something between them, and hank finds that he doesn't want to, even if he can, so he's rocking his hips into connor's lovely hand, thrusting deliberately into him as if proving yes, yes, he's definitely fucking bigger, and he can't help the thudding of his heart. however, he knows he must do something better than this -- he has to, because this couch is too small for the both of them, and hank fully intends to make this one count if he's going to be doing a shitty thing, anyway.
so he moves, away. not far enough to deny connor, but enough to make a point. and fuck, oh, hank knows exactly what he's doing. ]
Bed. Not here.
[ bed, where reed ostensibly fucks connor -- bed, where hank will defile it all over again and where connor will remember the memory of this night branded into every ounce of him. ]
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hank says bed and connor's hand immediately loosens – doesn't let go, but he's not digging his fingers in hard enough to leave little red marks now. hank isn't pulling away, he's just relocating, and as soon as the idea is put out there connor is seized with thoughts of hank in his bed. just like that, connor knows he has to have him in there. just once, just this time, just to know what it could have been like.
just once, and then never again.
connor quickly surges up, presses his lips up against hank's into a clumsy kiss that lands closer to the corner of hank's mouth than his lips. he manages to get up to his knees on the couch without ever having to let go of hank's cock, quite an achievement really considering he's still pretty damn tipsy, and once he's up like that he presses their chests together, leaning in and resting his forehead against hank's. he craves the contact, pressing himself up against hank and struggling to think of any scenario where he isn't touching hank. they've got to get to the bedroom somehow, but it's so far away. )
Yes. Yes. ( connor mumbles quickly, finally letting go of hank's dick and cupping both of his cheeks again. this time the kiss lands on target, and he's quick to deepen it, licking into hank's mouth and brushing his tongue against the older man's teasingly.
just like that connor pulls away entirely, tugs his pants back up over his hips so that he can actually walk unencumbered, and gestures for hank to follow. ) This way.
( he smiles, heated and so, so turned on. he's hard enough for his pants to tent over his erection, and when he turns to walk to his room without checking to make sure hank follows he's already pressing the heel of his hand into his crotch to give himself a taste of friction to grind against. it kills him not to check for hank behind him, but connor manages to get into the bedroom without looking.
and once he's in there, he shoves his hand down the front of his pants and quickly draws his cock out, lazily pumping down the length with his eyes closed as he stands in his bedroom, waiting for hank. )
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he entertains those thoughts as he follows after him, and it's a welcome sight when connor draws his cock out -- it means that he's as serious as hank is and they're most definitely cheating on gavin and hank doesn't bring himself to care. his connor is getting off in front of him, shameless and innocently sweet all at once, and hank can't help but close the distance between them, grasping his chin and tilting his face up to his firmly.
he kisses him now, deeply and passionately, wanting the slide of his tongue against his, wanting not to think as he pushes connor's pants off, then his own. there are too many clothes between them, and he's waited too damn long to be thwarted from what he wants. ]
Off.
[ he almost snarls, backing him towards the foot of the bed. ]
Everything -- get naked.
[ he's dreamed of this moment for so long, so damn long that he doesn't want to give it up now; he wants to see all of him, he wants him, and everything about this is like a page out of his wettest dreams because fuck if connor isn't wholly fuckable, if people won't go to their knees just for him. ]
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and he's backing him to the bed, ordering him around, and heat immediately pools in his abdomen, his dick twitches and he complies without so much as a whisper of protest. he sheds his shirt, doesn't even bother to tease, and though he takes a moment to fold it before dropping it on the floor, the pants don't get any of the same care. he kicks his pants and underwear off his ankles, tossing them away quickly.
now he's fully naked, so hard he thinks it might start to hurt soon, and he levels his eyes at hank. he's not drunk any more, it's been enough time that he's just tipsy now and he doesn't sway as he looks at hank with a heady, lusty gaze that just screams desire. this has been the object of a number of fantasies he's had – ones he's been having since he met hank, if he's being honest. )
How do you want me? ( he asks, a slight smirk curving at his lips as his hand comes back to his cock, though he doesn't actually start stroking himself again, just gripping it now. ) Just– take me Hank, however you want. Ruin me, please.
( okay, maybe he's a little more than tipsy. or maybe hank is just able to get connor to ask for exactly what he wants. )
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fuck it, because he's always wanted connor more than he's wanted anything else, and he shoves aside that pang of conscience before he shoves him to the bed, crawling in above him as he gives him a hungry, ravenous once-over. connor is beautiful, so beautiful tonight that his breath catches in his throat. the scant light from the windows illuminate his fair, fair skin, the smattering of moles and freckles only serving to make him more comely.
and then he's grasping his cock, and while hank knows alcohol tends to have the opposite effect on dicks, it's heartening to know that connor's already hard. he's leaning down to kiss him just to shut him up, his hand curling around connor's to join him, tightening briefly so that he can thrust into it. ]
Want you on your back. [ he tells him gruffly. ] You're looking at only me when I fuck you.
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god, he wants him so badly. connor whines softly at the touch – just the hands on him, pushing him onto the bed, hank isn't even touching his erection yet and connor's already practically begging for him. no, not practically. he's begging. )
God, yes, okay. Only looking at you, yes. ( connor reaches up, a loud moan coming from low in his throat that connor tries to suppress and fails miserably. his hands find hank's face, he grabs hold of the man's cheeks, rubbing fingers through his beard as he rolls his hips into hank's touch. his movements are needy, demanding, desperate even. connor isn't exactly the most patient person in the world to begin with – when it's a rather demanding boner and the man of his dreams touching it, it's only natural he'll be a little impatient. )
Hank, fuck, I want you. ( connor rarely swears. that's quite an achievement. he huffs out slowly, tugs his hands a little on the beard hair, fights to keep his eyes open and on the man above him. ) I'll do anything, anything.