[ there is everything sexy about connor telling him what he wants to do with him, and more importantly, the fact that hank has no say in what's about to happen in their time together. he hisses when he feels the bite, the bruises that connor makes on his skin and there's something wildly satisfying about knowing that connor has a feral side, too, that he can be just as possessive as hank is, and then some.
he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]
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he knows, even without looking, that he'll most likely wear that mark for more than a few days, and he kisses him deeply, obediently when he asks, licking into his mouth and greedy, always greedy for him. he pulls away too quickly, and hank thinks to protest, squirming under him. that instinct, however, is stifled when that hand comes over his throat, the sheer meaning of it making his cock twitch.
god, he likes this. this is fucked up and wonderful and a page right out of his kinkiest fantasies and connor is doing this to him. it feels like he'd looked into his mind and took a leaf out of his wildest thoughts and here they are.
here they are, and he's rocking up against him with a gasp, pressing into his hand. ]
Green.
[ so, so green. he wants this, he likes this, his heart racing under his fingers and he's sure connor must feel it, too. ] Con -- tighter.
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( he keeps the hand loose at hank's throat while he uses the other to reach down to hank's nipple and pinch it quickly, sharply, a little mean even. it's over as fast as it occurs though, just a quick little warning as his hand travels down to hank's abdomen. and then his hips.
and he holds hank down on the bed by his hip and his throat, squeezing harder and watching hank very closely. a timer appears in his UI and he maximises it, eyes on the man as he holds tight and watches him, watches the timer, watches him, and then – release.
right as he lets go of hank's throat he releases his hip as well and grinds down hard into his hips, cocks sliding against one another. )
You're into that then, huh? What's it like? ( he asks, rocking his hips slowly against hank in a rhythm as he runs his fingers along the faint red mark at hank's throat where connor's hand had been. he can't leave bruises, he won't be able to cover it up unless he wears a turtleneck – but god, how he wants to. ) Answer well and I'll let you watch me finger myself.
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oh, fuck. fuck, he's so fucked. connor so smoothly takes charge of him and hank has never, never actually seen or experienced anything like this before. he watches his face, the iron control he exudes even as he tightens his grip and for a blinding moment hank thinks he's going to die -- he's doing to suffocate like all those androids with their humans and his mind goes blank.
no. this is connor; connor wants him, that LED is shining blue, not yellow or red, and he would trust connor with his life. he almost thinks to struggle, powerless with it, but god if it wasn't the most arousing thing he's ever had, if it wasn't the most deliciously wrong thing they've ever done.
connor very nearly asphyxiates him, and hank has no way of retaliating, and this is simultaneously the most freeing and terrifying few moments. his heart rate climbs, pounds in his chest, and he groans, low and soft and trembling and his cock jumps, so hard that he's dripping. ]
Feels like -- fuckin' A, Connor. The fuck do you expect me to tell you?
[ that snap doesn't have much of its bite as he looks entirely, hopelessly smitten, and it occurs to hank that they probably have to talk about the problems about that whole thing. he gasps, forcing himself to stay still, and he aches for more. ]
It feels dangerous. [ he tries again because god he wants to see connor finger himself. ] Feels like you'd kill me.
[ and death, it looks like, is a powerful aphrodisiac. ]