( 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't– 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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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't– 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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