[ he loves the resistance of it, the way it seems to deny hank but not quite, and the inevitable give of him makes him sigh -- reminds him that connor's body is yielding to him, which brings an incredible, wonderful rush that makes him shudder and tighten his hold around him.
he doesn't hesitate, so charmed by the noises he makes -- at this point, hank is surely learning how to categorise them, and this is definitely in the realm of 'i'm loving this and you need to keep fucking me or i'll scream'. he loves that connor desires him so, that he would want him this much. it's a humbling thing, to be sure, and his other hand comes to stroke up connor's back to sooth, murmuring sweet nothigns to his young lover before his mouth hungrily finds the tantalising line of his neck, pressing heated kisses and soft bites to it. he would devour him, he thinks hungrily; take everything until there's nothing left.
he pulls out almost completely at first before he thrusts back in a little harder, testing him, seeing if he's ready. he goes slow but deliberate, sucking a soft lovebite at the hollow of his throat. ]
( connor is ready. he's so ready it hurts, and he takes everything hank is giving him eagerly and without hesitation. hank pulls out and connor arches his back. hank thrusts harder and connor rocks his hips to meet him. hank sucks at the synthetic skin on his neck and connor just tips his head back further, exposes more.
if he could expose everything to hank he would, but this will do for now. he cards his fingers through hank's hair slowly a few times, gentle caresses, and then he closes his fist around the hair and tugs gently. and then a little more insistently. he's not tugging hank away from his neck, just tugging aimlessly and following by pushing him back into the smooth expanse again. )
No, not like that. ( he murmurs, grinding his hips down as much as he can manage from his position pinned against the wall. ) I asked you to ruin me.
[ shit. connor's filthy and they both know it. he's grinding down with him and hank's knees almost buckle with how sexy he is. god, but everything in him wants to make him cry out and whimper and moan right now, and he's hungry when he bites down on him again and again, careful not to do it too hard even though it won't hurt him. after all, his chassis is pretty solid.
so he's sucking another lovebite, idly rolling his hips before drawing out shallowly, thrusting back in. he's lengthening it, drawing it out for connor's benefit, and his breath catches as he grins. ]
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he doesn't hesitate, so charmed by the noises he makes -- at this point, hank is surely learning how to categorise them, and this is definitely in the realm of 'i'm loving this and you need to keep fucking me or i'll scream'. he loves that connor desires him so, that he would want him this much. it's a humbling thing, to be sure, and his other hand comes to stroke up connor's back to sooth, murmuring sweet nothigns to his young lover before his mouth hungrily finds the tantalising line of his neck, pressing heated kisses and soft bites to it. he would devour him, he thinks hungrily; take everything until there's nothing left.
he pulls out almost completely at first before he thrusts back in a little harder, testing him, seeing if he's ready. he goes slow but deliberate, sucking a soft lovebite at the hollow of his throat. ]
Like this?
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if he could expose everything to hank he would, but this will do for now. he cards his fingers through hank's hair slowly a few times, gentle caresses, and then he closes his fist around the hair and tugs gently. and then a little more insistently. he's not tugging hank away from his neck, just tugging aimlessly and following by pushing him back into the smooth expanse again. )
No, not like that. ( he murmurs, grinding his hips down as much as he can manage from his position pinned against the wall. ) I asked you to ruin me.
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so he's sucking another lovebite, idly rolling his hips before drawing out shallowly, thrusting back in. he's lengthening it, drawing it out for connor's benefit, and his breath catches as he grins. ]
Tell me how. I'll fuckin' wreck you, boy.