( connor makes a soft sound of protest, somewhere between a hum and whine, as hank finally slides out of him entirely. he can definitely feel sticky fluid seeping out of him now, and it's a strange sensation. not unpleasant, there's definitely an aspect of it that connor decides he definitely wants in any future encounters they have, if hank is amenable.
but now that hank is no longer inside of him connor is free to move a little, enough that he very quickly gathers up the components discarded carelessly on the bed. he keeps his back to hank as he quickly opens up a compartment and slots them back into place, but once the synthetic skin has replaced he lets go of hank's hand long enough to roll over.
he's facing hank now, and it's so much better like this. he can reach up and touch hank's face, see him smile, and connor leans in and kisses him, slow and deep, until he's sure that hank needs to surface for air. )
Hank, I hope you're not suggesting I compromise my work so that I can kiss you. My mouth is incredibly clean, it self-sterilises after every sample.
I'm saying you can use the CSI labs for that. My dick goes inside you, babe! I don't care that you do that self-sterilising shit, just thinking about all the gross things you taste makes my dick soft.
[ hank could probably be more cranky than he currently sounds, but he's too busy being distracted by all that come dribbling out of connor's tight, tight little hole that's almost too small to take him. god, it's really fucking sexy, and he can feel his pulse race, just a little at the sight of it. he's tucking connor into his arms when he cuddles close and kisses him, leaning into his hand before taking a deep breath, almost panting.
god, androids don't need to breathe and that's ridiculously convenient, because he hates the moments that take him away from connor. so he dips down again to claim his lips, drawing him into another deep, deep kiss. when he pulls away a second time, hank is remarkably clear-eyed, even though his voice is pitched low and husky. ]
I don't have beer before we have sex, you don't stick gross shit into your mouth. Deal?
( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
but now that hank is no longer inside of him connor is free to move a little, enough that he very quickly gathers up the components discarded carelessly on the bed. he keeps his back to hank as he quickly opens up a compartment and slots them back into place, but once the synthetic skin has replaced he lets go of hank's hand long enough to roll over.
he's facing hank now, and it's so much better like this. he can reach up and touch hank's face, see him smile, and connor leans in and kisses him, slow and deep, until he's sure that hank needs to surface for air. )
Hank, I hope you're not suggesting I compromise my work so that I can kiss you. My mouth is incredibly clean, it self-sterilises after every sample.
no subject
[ hank could probably be more cranky than he currently sounds, but he's too busy being distracted by all that come dribbling out of connor's tight, tight little hole that's almost too small to take him. god, it's really fucking sexy, and he can feel his pulse race, just a little at the sight of it. he's tucking connor into his arms when he cuddles close and kisses him, leaning into his hand before taking a deep breath, almost panting.
god, androids don't need to breathe and that's ridiculously convenient, because he hates the moments that take him away from connor. so he dips down again to claim his lips, drawing him into another deep, deep kiss. when he pulls away a second time, hank is remarkably clear-eyed, even though his voice is pitched low and husky. ]
I don't have beer before we have sex, you don't stick gross shit into your mouth. Deal?
no subject
( connor doesn't pout, because he's an adult of his species and behaves as such, but the spirit of it is there. he's not so much in disagreement that it stops him from continuing to press kisses to hank's face. he moves to run his nose through the beard along hank's jaw, one of his hands moving to rake his fingers through lightly right after.
he keeps his nose more or less in the same spot, worming his arms down and around to hold hank close, it involves a tiny bit of jostling hank around to get to the point where he can wrap both arms around him, but once they're where connor wants them to be he hums in contentment and presses another kiss to his jaw softly. )
You can have one beer before sex and I will brush my teeth first. How's that sound?
no subject
[ hank chuckles, not above teasing him. there is humor in his eyes, a warmth that he reveals to no one but connor, intimate and private and full of affection. he's feeling those little gestures of affection that connor so sweetly lavishes on him, and he can practically hear the pout even if connor's more dignified than that. he's nuzzling into his fingers, eyes lidding as he enjoys the sweetness of the moment, the fact that he could have this again.
happiness, within his grasp. connor folds into him like he's always belonged there, and he lavishes lazy kisses on the crown of his head, his forehead, sighing softly at connor's kisses in turn. ]
Mouthwash, too. Twice.
[ he can't believe he's compromising on this, it's ridiculous, but it's so connor that he doesn't mind it anyway. ] No jizz.