( right around the point where the men comment on the occupied stall is when connor actually realises he's the topic of their conversation, technically â that it's not just an internal buzz but an audible sound. connor frowns, stilling with hand and clenching his fists against the stall as he tries to get himself under control.
it's just hard with a cock still deep inside of him, but hank seems to recognise that. when the hand comes up to his stomach connor looks like he sighs, except with no sound. his eyes just flutter closed briefly and he visibly sags, back looser and muscles relaxing as he pushes back against hank just a little.
he's trying really hard not to clench around him, honestly.
when hank pinches his nipple connor jerks just a little, but it's good, it's new sensations that aren't coming from his filled ass and the sensors alight in there. he wriggles his hips just a little, but he looks over his shoulder at hank, and winks. he actually winks.
meanwhile the tap is switched on as the conversation outside continues, and connor takes the opportunity to squeeze the synthetic approximation of muscles around his asshole and bounce just once on hank's cock, just a quick forward and backwards motion before he holds himself still again. )
-- oh, he did, that devil, that minx, that awful, terrible android and hank has no idea where he learned how to be so evil when he thrusts back against him just once, that delicious surge of warmth closing around him and pushing hank nearly past his limit. it's unbearable and wonderful, the way he fucks himself just the once, and he bites back a low moan because he can't, he can't and he swears that's connor's plan all along.
so he pinches his nipple a little harder in retaliation, sliding down to cup his dick and squeeze, jerking him off slowly so that the guys outside can't hear, and fucking hell he wants them gone already. and when the door finally shuts hank moves like a wild animal.
no warning, no pause, he goes hard and fast, pulling out completely before thrusting him, pinning connor against the door and practically pounding into him, wild and ferocious and full of pent-up lust that connor had so playfully been tweaking out of him. his own control slips, every thrust rough and thorough, designed to make his lover feel all of it, the stretch of his cock against his hole. he pants, low and soft, intent on wholly ruining him.
( connor is secretly very pleased with himself, and the retaliation is both well deserved and exactly what connor wants. as hank pinches his nipple harder connor exhales softly, just the sound of air being forced slowly out of fake lungs.
but once the door closes, once the voices stop, hank goes for it.
connor can't moan but his head lolls back onto hank's shoulder, arching his back in a way that almost looks painful. his head meets the one of the man behind him, and his mouth has fallen open in a silent moan. just because he's not making the sound doesn't mean his body isn't reacting in the same way.
he waits until he's not mid-moan to reactivate his vocal component. his head is still on hank's, awkwardly straining to stay close despite the awful angle, and when it comes back on it's the tail end of a low groan. he doesn't have long, a merciless thrust driving into him immediately, but connor just stutters away for a full thirty seconds as the component comes back online while also dealing with the high levels of stimulation.
when it's finally back, connor whimpers and grabs the closest bit of hank he can manage. his back at this point, and he uses the anchor to make sure there's absolutely minimal space between him and hank. )
More. ( he begs at this point, and this here is the only reason he's actually activated the voice again at all. ) Hank, this is so good. I can'tâ I want more.
( and he moans again, muffled by connor suddenly slapping his hand over his own mouth. )
[ hank's going to give connor a good spanking when they get home, just saying. he can practically feel the android's smugness even if he isn't looking at him at all. he can sense the delight and the warmth and the desire, and hank definitely does go for it, but this time he's pulling connor along with him.
slamming the toiletbowl shut, he's sitting on in and tugging connor back squarely onto his lap, gasping when his lovely boy is impaling himself on his cock. good, hank thinks savagely, entirely smitten by just how reactive connor is. he should be whining, groaning, moaning for it. he bears the weight of his lover now, practically manhandling him because oh, isn't connor just asking for it? ]
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it's just hard with a cock still deep inside of him, but hank seems to recognise that. when the hand comes up to his stomach connor looks like he sighs, except with no sound. his eyes just flutter closed briefly and he visibly sags, back looser and muscles relaxing as he pushes back against hank just a little.
he's trying really hard not to clench around him, honestly.
when hank pinches his nipple connor jerks just a little, but it's good, it's new sensations that aren't coming from his filled ass and the sensors alight in there. he wriggles his hips just a little, but he looks over his shoulder at hank, and winks. he actually winks.
meanwhile the tap is switched on as the conversation outside continues, and connor takes the opportunity to squeeze the synthetic approximation of muscles around his asshole and bounce just once on hank's cock, just a quick forward and backwards motion before he holds himself still again. )
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-- oh, he did, that devil, that minx, that awful, terrible android and hank has no idea where he learned how to be so evil when he thrusts back against him just once, that delicious surge of warmth closing around him and pushing hank nearly past his limit. it's unbearable and wonderful, the way he fucks himself just the once, and he bites back a low moan because he can't, he can't and he swears that's connor's plan all along.
so he pinches his nipple a little harder in retaliation, sliding down to cup his dick and squeeze, jerking him off slowly so that the guys outside can't hear, and fucking hell he wants them gone already. and when the door finally shuts hank moves like a wild animal.
no warning, no pause, he goes hard and fast, pulling out completely before thrusting him, pinning connor against the door and practically pounding into him, wild and ferocious and full of pent-up lust that connor had so playfully been tweaking out of him. his own control slips, every thrust rough and thorough, designed to make his lover feel all of it, the stretch of his cock against his hole. he pants, low and soft, intent on wholly ruining him.
really, he's got it coming. ]
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but once the door closes, once the voices stop, hank goes for it.
connor can't moan but his head lolls back onto hank's shoulder, arching his back in a way that almost looks painful. his head meets the one of the man behind him, and his mouth has fallen open in a silent moan. just because he's not making the sound doesn't mean his body isn't reacting in the same way.
he waits until he's not mid-moan to reactivate his vocal component. his head is still on hank's, awkwardly straining to stay close despite the awful angle, and when it comes back on it's the tail end of a low groan. he doesn't have long, a merciless thrust driving into him immediately, but connor just stutters away for a full thirty seconds as the component comes back online while also dealing with the high levels of stimulation.
when it's finally back, connor whimpers and grabs the closest bit of hank he can manage. his back at this point, and he uses the anchor to make sure there's absolutely minimal space between him and hank. )
More. ( he begs at this point, and this here is the only reason he's actually activated the voice again at all. ) Hank, this is so good. I can'tâ I want more.
( and he moans again, muffled by connor suddenly slapping his hand over his own mouth. )
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slamming the toiletbowl shut, he's sitting on in and tugging connor back squarely onto his lap, gasping when his lovely boy is impaling himself on his cock. good, hank thinks savagely, entirely smitten by just how reactive connor is. he should be whining, groaning, moaning for it. he bears the weight of his lover now, practically manhandling him because oh, isn't connor just asking for it? ]
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