[ 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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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?