( connor doesn't protest as he moves into hank's arms. he quickly moves in, wraps his arms around hank's neck and pulls him in close. for a moment his body is flush against hank's and his lips are close enough that they brush over the man's. maybe a little too teasing considering they're about to work, but he doesn't much care right now. )
I'm yours. I'm yours. Okay? ( he smiles into the kiss, slowly licks into his mouth and deepens it. he takes hold of hank's shirt and steps backwards quickly, dragging hank with him until the wall hits connor's back and hank can cage him in. ) One last kiss.
( technically this is two last kisses, but that doesn't stop him from kissing hank again, holding him tight to his body, and finally he just hooks his arms back around hank's neck and holds him close, hugging tight. once his arms are around hank he holds him tight, loosening up against the man's body and leaning into him. he's nervous, but hank helps. hank is going to be there, it's fine. )
[ one last kiss becomes two, and hank doesn't care if it becomes three or four or five but he must, because he's a cop and so is connor and they have to do this. still, it doesn't stop hank from pressing connor up against the wall. his lover's strong enough to toss him across the room, and yet he's clinging to him like this, and hank feels his chest tighten unpleasantly.
he doesn't want this for connor, not like this.
he closes his eyes and kisses him back with a soft sigh, wanting to drag it out, feeling the younger man's arms so tight around him, like connor could melt into him if he could. he swallows hard, his hands sliding up and down his back. under normal circumstances, he could admire that body, the way he wears the lingerie that's barely there, and god, he's so gorgeous and yet he's going to be touched by other hands, he's going to service others -- but it's their job, right?
hank presses his forehead to his when the kiss ends, hands sliding down to his hips as he manages a small, strained smile. ]
I'm here for you. Whenever you need me, okay? I'll be nearby. [ a pause, then. ] You look very nice.
( connor smiles – no, he preens, he can't help himself – and he smooths a hand over his abdomen, flattening out the straps over his lower stomach and thighs. it's a nice little set, he'd quite liked it when he found it online, and the fact that the expense is being charged to the department makes it all the sweeter.
but they need to go in now, as much as he's trying to ignore that fact. he leans up and presses a very gentle kiss to his jaw. three last kisses, but who's counting? )
We've got this. ( he smiles again, more genuine, and touches hank's jaw right where he kissed. ) Come on, lets go crack our case.
( it kills him, but he peels away from hank and slips through the door and into the club without looking back. if he looks back, he'll stay. connor just pushes through and into the club, quickly making a beeline for one of the podiums and climbing up onto it. he doesn't have to dance, but he hovers on there and looks around the room.
his eyes find hank, briefly, and he transmits a quick message. )
There's no one with drug charges here yet. Find a spot where you can see the doors to some of the private rooms. I'll cover the other side.
[ it makes hank ill to see connor up there on that podium; reminds him that they still have one hell of a long way to go when it comes to android rights, and it makes him ill to be reminded of just how badly sex androids have it, how miserable they must be.
he thinks of the lovers connor spared a long time ago, and doesn't feel sorry for the murder victim at all. but he is a detective and he has work to do, so he does as his partner asks, casing the room and all possible spots, heading over to the perfect one. connor has his work cut out for him, and so does hank.
it doesn't take long, however, for more clients to come filtering in. some looking for a good time, others for a certain kind of catharsis. he stops in front of a traci and pretends to pay attention to her rates, an eye on the doors.
so far, so good, until one of the private doors open and a stringy, bookish young man totters out with his traci, still pawing her.
( connor doesn't frown when a man approaches him. his face is blank, a smooth canvas bearing no emotion whatsoever. he doesn't flirt quite like the others, a little drunker and a little more aggressive. he's paying more attention to hank's gaze, following it to the man ambling out of a private room.
history of scattered misdemeanours, one arrest for dealing that didn't make it to a full charge. connor looks up the details – he hadn't ratted out his boss, but he'd offered up some locations in exchange for not being charged with a crime that would affect his employment outcomes. interesting. )
Keep an eye on where he goes, I'll send the information through to the other officers.
( connor informs hank through the earpiece, but his lack of focus has been noticed. connor frowns slightly as the drunk man puts a hand on connor's thigh, asks him what could be more interesting than him. he'd do a lot more than frown if he could, but in lieu of ruining the entire undercover operation he just smiles sweetly. )
I just don't want to give everything away all at once. ( he says, voice as sweet and ass-kissing as the innocent smile. he places a hand over the man's, pushes it down to his knee. a more acceptable location, he thinks. ) Tell me more about you.
( and he promptly tunes the man's dialogue out, scanning the room instead. he keeps his eyes fixed this time – h doesn't actually need to move them, and it'll prevent the guy waxing lyrical about his hard life and squeezing away at connor's knee from thinking he's looking elsewhere.
he even adds a few sympathetic noises in, for good measure. )
[ hank finds that he really doesn't like the handsy motherfucker that's latched himself onto connor -- for a wide variety of reasons, chief of which is the placement of those hands where it's semi-appropriate, and for a long moment he considers the best methods of cutting off those hands and sending him crying for his mother but then he remembers that he's a middle-aged detective who is in the middle of his job.
his job, right. he keeps a careful eye on the suspect in the guise of chatting up the traci, careful not to touch her anywhere inappropriate aside from the brief brush on the shoulder because just no, they've seen more than enough creeps in here and hank doesn't need to add to the list.
the drunk man seems to demand connor's attention, which annoys hank even more, because connor looks so good and he knows exactly what that pervert sees in him, what he likes -- and god hank is that pervert because if it were up to him he'd do the same and worse. but he's allowed to, right? they're sleeping together.
minor crisis aside, hank clears his throat. not enough to be invasive but enough to signal to connor that he wants attention. is now the time to pay for a lap dance? now better be the time to pay for a lap dance because guess who just figured out how to get the best vantage point and have a pretty half-naked twink of an android in his lap at the same time. ]
( connor is very good at manufacturing sympathetic noises when he needs to, sweet smiles, the whole deal. a little too good, honestly, because the man just keeps going. the moment connor hears the cough from hank his attention flicks over. )
I think this might be a good time to approach as a paying customer, Lieutenant.
( he's nothing but professional, and titles are a big part of that. connor is diligent about that – 'Hank' is for home, 'Lieutenant' is for work. he doesn't look at hank, but he logs him in the peripherals of his optics. whether or not he's got an idea, connor would very much like out of his situation now.
speaking of which, the man's hand is sliding back up his thigh, under the straps that rest across them, and then he snaps one lightly against connor's skin and his LED turns yellow, even though his expression doesn't change. )
That costs extra, ( connor says it coyly, smiles even, pushing the hand back down again. ) sorry to disappoint.
[ ah, so that's his prompt now -- and honestly, even if connor hadn't prompted, hank might have just gone over there and butted in (okay, maybe he wouldn't). the comment comes as a relief, even moreso after he's spotted the brilliant yellow like a distress beacon despite that impressive pokerface. hank wastes no time heading over towards the both of them, pretending to be a guest who's looking for a good time. ]
Well hey, I think this one's mine, buddy.
[ hank says pleasantly, and he can afford to be when he's more than a head taller than the handsy customer, and bigger, too. hank can see the moment the man is assessing just how much trouble hank will be if he pushes this, placidly watching as he gracelessly gives in. 's all yours, he says hurriedly, and hank doesn't like him. he seems the sniveling sort, and wholly unworthy of connor's affections.
with no small amount of relief and smugness, he slides into the seat the man vacated, shifting so that he can keep a proper eye on the private doors, his hands very lightly coming up to his hips. the doors aren't opening, and so his gaze flickers up to his beautiful android twink's for a lingering moment, amusement in his eyes.
he doesn't touch him, not yet, the heat of his palms just millimeters from his skin. ]
( connor watches the man go carefully, a little suspiciously despite his best efforts, but he leaves. he doesn't make a scene, so connor focuses on hank instead with a sly smile. he's got the other side of the club, and his eyes scan the side of the room quickly but thoroughly before he sits more comfortably, legs hanging over the edge of the podium.
and then hank's hands are right there, so close to touching him. connor would never let it effect his focus, but he will admit that hank is going to make it hard. he hasn't activated his erection protocols for a lot of very obvious reasons, but he's rerouted some thirium to his phallus component to give him a slightly hard aesthetic.
for the first time connor seriously considers activating his boner protocol. but that wouldn't be very professional. )
That depends on what you want out of this, Sir.
( he grins, looking at hank. he slides down off the raised podium onto the floor, taking up the small space between the chair and his position. and then he looks down at hank, a very superior position that he's taken right now, and then bends at the hip so that he can whisper in the lieutenant's ear. ) I don't know what to do. Help.
( he could have used the connection of course, but he wanted to say the words out loud. he wants hank to hear it from his voice, not a speaker in his head. )
Don't we all want a good time outta this, sweetcheeks?
[ hank's piling on the sleazy old man act for the benefit of anyone who might be listening in -- can't have them be compromised now, can he? but his gaze is gentle, careful, and there's something quite adorable about knowing that connor has no idea what to do when giving a lap dance.
his gaze flickers to the private doors again, ensuring that no one's sneaking out while he's distracted by a very sexy, very pretty android lover who's pretending that they're strangers for a job they're on. weird world, but what can you do. ] Sit on my lap, knees on either side of me. Pay attention to the music.
[ yeah, he's an old, dab hand at this. hank has had his fair share of lap dances in his younger days, but none, he supposes, none gets his heart racing like this one, who's apparently waiting for him to teach him. ] And then roll your hips for me, slowly now. Can you do that?
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I'm yours. I'm yours. Okay? ( he smiles into the kiss, slowly licks into his mouth and deepens it. he takes hold of hank's shirt and steps backwards quickly, dragging hank with him until the wall hits connor's back and hank can cage him in. ) One last kiss.
( technically this is two last kisses, but that doesn't stop him from kissing hank again, holding him tight to his body, and finally he just hooks his arms back around hank's neck and holds him close, hugging tight. once his arms are around hank he holds him tight, loosening up against the man's body and leaning into him. he's nervous, but hank helps. hank is going to be there, it's fine. )
Alright, we need to go in.
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he doesn't want this for connor, not like this.
he closes his eyes and kisses him back with a soft sigh, wanting to drag it out, feeling the younger man's arms so tight around him, like connor could melt into him if he could. he swallows hard, his hands sliding up and down his back. under normal circumstances, he could admire that body, the way he wears the lingerie that's barely there, and god, he's so gorgeous and yet he's going to be touched by other hands, he's going to service others -- but it's their job, right?
hank presses his forehead to his when the kiss ends, hands sliding down to his hips as he manages a small, strained smile. ]
I'm here for you. Whenever you need me, okay? I'll be nearby. [ a pause, then. ] You look very nice.
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( connor smiles – no, he preens, he can't help himself – and he smooths a hand over his abdomen, flattening out the straps over his lower stomach and thighs. it's a nice little set, he'd quite liked it when he found it online, and the fact that the expense is being charged to the department makes it all the sweeter.
but they need to go in now, as much as he's trying to ignore that fact. he leans up and presses a very gentle kiss to his jaw. three last kisses, but who's counting? )
We've got this. ( he smiles again, more genuine, and touches hank's jaw right where he kissed. ) Come on, lets go crack our case.
( it kills him, but he peels away from hank and slips through the door and into the club without looking back. if he looks back, he'll stay. connor just pushes through and into the club, quickly making a beeline for one of the podiums and climbing up onto it. he doesn't have to dance, but he hovers on there and looks around the room.
his eyes find hank, briefly, and he transmits a quick message. )
There's no one with drug charges here yet. Find a spot where you can see the doors to some of the private rooms. I'll cover the other side.
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he thinks of the lovers connor spared a long time ago, and doesn't feel sorry for the murder victim at all. but he is a detective and he has work to do, so he does as his partner asks, casing the room and all possible spots, heading over to the perfect one. connor has his work cut out for him, and so does hank.
it doesn't take long, however, for more clients to come filtering in. some looking for a good time, others for a certain kind of catharsis. he stops in front of a traci and pretends to pay attention to her rates, an eye on the doors.
so far, so good, until one of the private doors open and a stringy, bookish young man totters out with his traci, still pawing her.
ah, this one, most likely. ]
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history of scattered misdemeanours, one arrest for dealing that didn't make it to a full charge. connor looks up the details – he hadn't ratted out his boss, but he'd offered up some locations in exchange for not being charged with a crime that would affect his employment outcomes. interesting. )
Keep an eye on where he goes, I'll send the information through to the other officers.
( connor informs hank through the earpiece, but his lack of focus has been noticed. connor frowns slightly as the drunk man puts a hand on connor's thigh, asks him what could be more interesting than him. he'd do a lot more than frown if he could, but in lieu of ruining the entire undercover operation he just smiles sweetly. )
I just don't want to give everything away all at once. ( he says, voice as sweet and ass-kissing as the innocent smile. he places a hand over the man's, pushes it down to his knee. a more acceptable location, he thinks. ) Tell me more about you.
( and he promptly tunes the man's dialogue out, scanning the room instead. he keeps his eyes fixed this time – h doesn't actually need to move them, and it'll prevent the guy waxing lyrical about his hard life and squeezing away at connor's knee from thinking he's looking elsewhere.
he even adds a few sympathetic noises in, for good measure. )
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his job, right. he keeps a careful eye on the suspect in the guise of chatting up the traci, careful not to touch her anywhere inappropriate aside from the brief brush on the shoulder because just no, they've seen more than enough creeps in here and hank doesn't need to add to the list.
the drunk man seems to demand connor's attention, which annoys hank even more, because connor looks so good and he knows exactly what that pervert sees in him, what he likes -- and god hank is that pervert because if it were up to him he'd do the same and worse. but he's allowed to, right? they're sleeping together.
minor crisis aside, hank clears his throat. not enough to be invasive but enough to signal to connor that he wants attention. is now the time to pay for a lap dance? now better be the time to pay for a lap dance because guess who just figured out how to get the best vantage point and have a pretty half-naked twink of an android in his lap at the same time. ]
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I think this might be a good time to approach as a paying customer, Lieutenant.
( he's nothing but professional, and titles are a big part of that. connor is diligent about that – 'Hank' is for home, 'Lieutenant' is for work. he doesn't look at hank, but he logs him in the peripherals of his optics. whether or not he's got an idea, connor would very much like out of his situation now.
speaking of which, the man's hand is sliding back up his thigh, under the straps that rest across them, and then he snaps one lightly against connor's skin and his LED turns yellow, even though his expression doesn't change. )
That costs extra, ( connor says it coyly, smiles even, pushing the hand back down again. ) sorry to disappoint.
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Well hey, I think this one's mine, buddy.
[ hank says pleasantly, and he can afford to be when he's more than a head taller than the handsy customer, and bigger, too. hank can see the moment the man is assessing just how much trouble hank will be if he pushes this, placidly watching as he gracelessly gives in. 's all yours, he says hurriedly, and hank doesn't like him. he seems the sniveling sort, and wholly unworthy of connor's affections.
with no small amount of relief and smugness, he slides into the seat the man vacated, shifting so that he can keep a proper eye on the private doors, his hands very lightly coming up to his hips. the doors aren't opening, and so his gaze flickers up to his beautiful android twink's for a lingering moment, amusement in his eyes.
he doesn't touch him, not yet, the heat of his palms just millimeters from his skin. ]
Does it cost extra for me, too?
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and then hank's hands are right there, so close to touching him. connor would never let it effect his focus, but he will admit that hank is going to make it hard. he hasn't activated his erection protocols for a lot of very obvious reasons, but he's rerouted some thirium to his phallus component to give him a slightly hard aesthetic.
for the first time connor seriously considers activating his boner protocol. but that wouldn't be very professional. )
That depends on what you want out of this, Sir.
( he grins, looking at hank. he slides down off the raised podium onto the floor, taking up the small space between the chair and his position. and then he looks down at hank, a very superior position that he's taken right now, and then bends at the hip so that he can whisper in the lieutenant's ear. ) I don't know what to do. Help.
( he could have used the connection of course, but he wanted to say the words out loud. he wants hank to hear it from his voice, not a speaker in his head. )
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[ hank's piling on the sleazy old man act for the benefit of anyone who might be listening in -- can't have them be compromised now, can he? but his gaze is gentle, careful, and there's something quite adorable about knowing that connor has no idea what to do when giving a lap dance.
his gaze flickers to the private doors again, ensuring that no one's sneaking out while he's distracted by a very sexy, very pretty android lover who's pretending that they're strangers for a job they're on. weird world, but what can you do. ] Sit on my lap, knees on either side of me. Pay attention to the music.
[ yeah, he's an old, dab hand at this. hank has had his fair share of lap dances in his younger days, but none, he supposes, none gets his heart racing like this one, who's apparently waiting for him to teach him. ] And then roll your hips for me, slowly now. Can you do that?