[ hank says quietly. he might have a bad temper and a penchant for swearing and bad decisions, but in this moment he doesn't want to fuck anything up. he's patient, gentle, because connor is wounded in ways hank is yet discovering, and he will never turn him away. so he kisses his mouth softly, gently, trailing heated little kisses down his throat, over his collarbone.
he's enjoying this and it's obvious, and he shifts to meet his gaze, his eyes lidded from pleasure as he rolls his hips and rubs up properly against him, shivering at how good it feels. ]
And God, you feel so fucking good like this, already so hard for me so quickly.
[ he takes a breath, humming. ] Wrap your legs around me, babe.
( by the time connor is receiving the kisses along his collar bone – clavicle, he would gently correct a student – he;s really struggling to keep watching hank's reactions. so he gives up, he won't force it, he just closes his eyes and writhes under hank. it's loose and fluid, his movements, and there's no hesitation when connor parts his legs wide.
there's plenty of space for hank to fit against his body, and when his legs wind around, connor crosses his ankles behind hank's back. like this he can very easily anchor his hips up, grinding slowly into hank's hips and sighing long and slow in contentment. he's getting out of his head, it's working. god knows how, but it seems to be working.
connor doubts that this will be the last time hank mentions this, but for now he's happy to press his heels into hank's lower back insistently, because he is hard, and he has been sporting some level of boner for nearly an hour now. a harsh exhale could probably get him hard right now. )
You're so good at this, ( connor says, and he means everything – sex, sure, but also managing connor, managing his weird damage and issues, managing connor, he's good at everything. it's got to be why connor loves him. just one reason in the saga of all the things connor loves about hank. ) Hank, please do something. I want to come.
( he wants hank to fuck him very badly, but he's not sure hank will agree to that so soon after his spiral down memory lane. )
[ giving up and just enjoying what hank gives him is the name of the game here, and hank is pleased that connor's capitulating to him so sweetly. he's rocking into him more steadily, reaching between their bodies and closing a hand around both their dicks, creating more delicious friction.
he groans, low and soft and yearning, and he's licking into his mouth gently, tenderly. he's grinding back against him, squeezing a little tighter and chuckling against his mouth when he begs so openly, more vulnerable than he's ever seen him. but he knows he has to take this carefully, he has to make sure he's entirely all right, and he's nuzzling against him when he breaks the kiss.
more than their dicks, hank cares about his well-being, the state of mind he's in. ]
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[ hank says quietly. he might have a bad temper and a penchant for swearing and bad decisions, but in this moment he doesn't want to fuck anything up. he's patient, gentle, because connor is wounded in ways hank is yet discovering, and he will never turn him away. so he kisses his mouth softly, gently, trailing heated little kisses down his throat, over his collarbone.
he's enjoying this and it's obvious, and he shifts to meet his gaze, his eyes lidded from pleasure as he rolls his hips and rubs up properly against him, shivering at how good it feels. ]
And God, you feel so fucking good like this, already so hard for me so quickly.
[ he takes a breath, humming. ] Wrap your legs around me, babe.
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there's plenty of space for hank to fit against his body, and when his legs wind around, connor crosses his ankles behind hank's back. like this he can very easily anchor his hips up, grinding slowly into hank's hips and sighing long and slow in contentment. he's getting out of his head, it's working. god knows how, but it seems to be working.
connor doubts that this will be the last time hank mentions this, but for now he's happy to press his heels into hank's lower back insistently, because he is hard, and he has been sporting some level of boner for nearly an hour now. a harsh exhale could probably get him hard right now. )
You're so good at this, ( connor says, and he means everything – sex, sure, but also managing connor, managing his weird damage and issues, managing connor, he's good at everything. it's got to be why connor loves him. just one reason in the saga of all the things connor loves about hank. ) Hank, please do something. I want to come.
( he wants hank to fuck him very badly, but he's not sure hank will agree to that so soon after his spiral down memory lane. )
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he groans, low and soft and yearning, and he's licking into his mouth gently, tenderly. he's grinding back against him, squeezing a little tighter and chuckling against his mouth when he begs so openly, more vulnerable than he's ever seen him. but he knows he has to take this carefully, he has to make sure he's entirely all right, and he's nuzzling against him when he breaks the kiss.
more than their dicks, hank cares about his well-being, the state of mind he's in. ]
You want me to fuck you...?