[ there is one glaring thing that's wrong about this scenario and it's not about connor cheating, or hank deliberately bedding someone who already has a boyfriend -- it's the fact that inches away from his leaking, entirely aroused cock, connor is asking him about safe words and signals and prefacing it with 'lame', setting off alarm bells in his mind almost immediately.
he blinks. the ward is quiet tonight, as usual, but they've made proper arrangements to ensure that they won't be caught with their pants down, so to speak -- although he could never resist getting connor as undressed as humanly possible, his hands coming to smooth up that lovely chest, over his ribs, his hips, greedily taking in everything that he can. he even tweaks those pert little nipples before he has to register just what connor is asking of him. ]
It's definitely a thing I do.
[ hank is quick to reassure him, a hand coming to cup his cheek nonetheless, tipping his face up to his. ] And it's not lame.
[ he can assume just who pretty much put that in his mind, and not for the first time is wholly tempted to throttle reed where he stands. how does he ever want to do something like that to someone like connor? who is so cock-hungry, lovely, sweet and incredible? ]
What's your safeword?
[ he has half a mind to ask connor more about it later, to reassure him again -- at least after this is over, because it just feels strange to be explaining to him how it's necessary with his cock hanging out and connor so ravenous for it. ]
( connor's head moves easily with hank's hand guiding it upwards, no resistance in the movement as he brings his gaze up from hank's cock to his eyes instead. hank's reaction does something weird to him, a strange twist of– feelings that he doesn't really want to break down yet, so instead connor just cranes up enough that he can stick his tongue out and quickly drag it against the tip of the cock hovering in front of him, slowly licking the pre-come off before it can drip.
that buys him a few seconds but little more, and considering both the words and tone in hank's reaction he thinks it fairly safe to assume that he won't be able to squeeze his way out of a deeper dive into this conversation. not even connor's blowjob skills are enough to actually erase someone's memory. )
I don't really plan on being able to speak, ( he points out with a smirk, dragging his teeth over his lower lip lightly. he is going to answer – connor is the one who asked in the first place, after all – he's just stalling, awkward and slipping into easier territory. he's always been better at seduction than conversations. ) but I'll tap your leg three times if I need out?
( he shrugs casually, like it's nothing, and then leans in close enough that his breath brushes over hank's dick. not touching it again yet, just...lingering. and also conveniently looking very much at that and not hank as he adds: )
Necrosis. The safe word, I mean. For future reference, or whatever.
[ necrosis, okay. it's definitely a word that'll stop things in its tracks, because hank can feel the twinge effect of it now, just a little. but what takes him out of the lusty mood isn't the safeword, it's the implications behind everything that he's just said up until now. it's the fact that he suspects gavin has no clue what it is and doesn't care, which sets his teeth on edge.
connor, his reckless, passionate connor, who is as awkward as he is earnest and intense, who puts everything into caring for his patients, who is smart and brilliant and everything hank's ever wanted in a person, being treated like this by an asshole who doesn't know what he's got --
-- he takes a breath, cupping his face, the quest to fuck connor's mouth momentarily shelved. ]
You never had one with Reed, I'm assuming.
[ connor's right, hank wants to talk about this, at least for the moment. more than wanting to use him, hank feels for him; he's never stopped wanting the best for connor, no matter what it is. gavin is not that person. he's running his fingers through his hair, curling over the back of his head. ]
( connor doesn't want to talk about gavin. it's obvious in the look on his face, fleeting but definitely there the moment hank says the man's name. he can't exactly do much in his position, but he rubs his fingers against hank's calves and sneaks them up the legs of hank's pants.
but he gazes up at hank for a moment, and his face falls slightly as he looks up at the man full of concern. and sighs, quietly. )
Not...really, no. It hasn't come up in a while, but it's not a big issue.
( he shrugs a little, a small gesture suppressed by hank's knees either side of his upper arms, but he likes it. likes the man pinning him down, likes being caged in by hank's body like this. hank has his hand in his hair but connor still moves his head to press a kiss to the part of hank's thigh that he can reach. and then leans forward, gently lets his cheek brush against hank's cock.
if hank wants to talk about gavin then he's welcome to, but he'll have to do it while connor is nosing at his dick. )
[ it's a big issue. it's a fucking big glaring issue with red flags all over it but of course connor won't think of it that way because he gives people the benefit of the doubt, even to his own detriment, even if hank's tried to show him how shitty people can be, jaded and cynical and yet so little of it touches connor.
and here he is now, not wanting to talk about reed and hank concedes, because he's only just a man and having connor's cheek rubbing up against his cock does a lot of sinfully inappropriate things to him.
he cups his face briefly before releasing him with a soft sigh. no, they won't talk about his boyfriend, because it's not like hank had the moral high ground here. he's grasping his own dick now, stroking himself off before guiding it to his willing, eager mouth. ]
( connor grins a little as if he's won something, tragic as that win might be. there it is.
he watches hank's face for a moment, and then brings his attention to hank's cock instead. he brushes his lips against the tip, sticks his tongue out and licks carefully around the slit before he drags it slowly against the slit and gathers up the pre-come beading there.
but for all the teasing he actually does want to do this. he suggested it, asked hank, practically begged at one point. so he raises his eyes back to hank and holds his mouth open, head still as he lets the man slowly slide his length into connor's mouth. he breathes slowly through his nose, and rolls his tongue gently against the underside of his cock, watching hank's reactions with a slight glint in his eye.
[ there's something wildly delightful about watching his cock disappear inside the hot, wet sheath of his mouth, the way connor looks at him like he can't wait to devour him whole. he had to be persuaded for this, but right now, he ultimately regrets none of it, thriving on just how good connor feels, how it's like he was made of his cock.
he spares a glance at their silent pagers and wills them to be silent throughout their stolen moments together, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, to ruffle his hair before he starts fucking him in earnest. no more teasing, no more testing, he's pulling his large cock out and pushing in deeply, long thrusts made just for connor's depraved enjoyment.
the wet, slippery slick of cock and tongue and the gasp hank spares is magnificent, going balls deep until his coarse pubes press against his younger lover before he pulls out. he goes firm but gentle, watching him, observing -- hank might love fucking that beautiful face, but he doesn't want him to get hurt. ]
( the first thrust into his mouth doesn't catch connor by surprise – hank is taking it slow, he can tell that, building him up – but he still struggles. hank is big, likely the biggest connor has had before, and it's hard to take him into his mouth completely. when hank's cock hits the back of his throat for the first time connor chokes, gags a little, a harsh noise coming from him as he tries to breathe through it.
but he doesn't ask hank to stop. he grips his thighs tight, fingers digging in at the back of his legs, but he doesn't tap out. he just pushes his head further forward. once hank builds up a slow rhythm connor goes with it, timing his breathing through his nose with the movements and bobbing his head on hank's outstrokes.
connor is still watching hank, but that's hard when his nose is pressed up against hank's pubes. he breathes out slowly, he won't show any discomfort now, or all the time spent convincing hank will be for nothing. instead he just swallows around hank's cock, tongue rolling slightly with the motion, eyes fluttering closed as he moans low in his throat. )
[ he's not about to make connor choke on him at first go and ruin the mood -- hell, it had taken hank so long to actually agree to this that he wants to make it last. he's big, and he's pretty sure he's bigger than anything connor's ever taken before, from the look on his face right now. it's hard not to feel smug, so he does, helping to cup the back of his head to support him, to lavish affection on him the best way he knows how.
he stills when connor gags and chokes, and once it looks like his pretty, pretty twink of a lover can handle his cock like a champ, hank goes faster, longer thrusts and deeper movements, a little harder now as his heavy balls slap against his chin, groaning softly at his talented tongue, the flutter of lovely eyelashes. it's obscene, how beautiful connor is when taking cock, but that's the allure, isn't it? dr connor, so put together outside of this room and look at him here, now. ]
's good, very good, Connor -- look at you, taking my dick so prettily...
( it's messy. it's messy and that's kind of the point, there's saliva leaking out of the corners of connor's mouth, running down his cheeks and just adding to the visual of connor's perfect exterior slowly being taken apart. he can't wipe it away, arms trapped by hank's legs.
his cheeks are covered, but he doesn't stop, doesn't ask hank to stop. he just tightens his lips around hank's cock, waits for the pull out of a thrust to drag his tongue quickly against the slit before hank thrusts back into his mouth. he can't reach his face but he can reach his own cock though.
connor quickly palms himself through his scrub pants, rubbing slow and gentle as hank thrusts into his mouth. he moans again, louder this time even as it's muffled by his full mouth. he pushes his head further down hank's cock, trying to take more, faster, harder. )
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he blinks. the ward is quiet tonight, as usual, but they've made proper arrangements to ensure that they won't be caught with their pants down, so to speak -- although he could never resist getting connor as undressed as humanly possible, his hands coming to smooth up that lovely chest, over his ribs, his hips, greedily taking in everything that he can. he even tweaks those pert little nipples before he has to register just what connor is asking of him. ]
It's definitely a thing I do.
[ hank is quick to reassure him, a hand coming to cup his cheek nonetheless, tipping his face up to his. ] And it's not lame.
[ he can assume just who pretty much put that in his mind, and not for the first time is wholly tempted to throttle reed where he stands. how does he ever want to do something like that to someone like connor? who is so cock-hungry, lovely, sweet and incredible? ]
What's your safeword?
[ he has half a mind to ask connor more about it later, to reassure him again -- at least after this is over, because it just feels strange to be explaining to him how it's necessary with his cock hanging out and connor so ravenous for it. ]
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that buys him a few seconds but little more, and considering both the words and tone in hank's reaction he thinks it fairly safe to assume that he won't be able to squeeze his way out of a deeper dive into this conversation. not even connor's blowjob skills are enough to actually erase someone's memory. )
I don't really plan on being able to speak, ( he points out with a smirk, dragging his teeth over his lower lip lightly. he is going to answer – connor is the one who asked in the first place, after all – he's just stalling, awkward and slipping into easier territory. he's always been better at seduction than conversations. ) but I'll tap your leg three times if I need out?
( he shrugs casually, like it's nothing, and then leans in close enough that his breath brushes over hank's dick. not touching it again yet, just...lingering. and also conveniently looking very much at that and not hank as he adds: )
Necrosis. The safe word, I mean. For future reference, or whatever.
( can they get to the dick sucking now? )
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connor, his reckless, passionate connor, who is as awkward as he is earnest and intense, who puts everything into caring for his patients, who is smart and brilliant and everything hank's ever wanted in a person, being treated like this by an asshole who doesn't know what he's got --
-- he takes a breath, cupping his face, the quest to fuck connor's mouth momentarily shelved. ]
You never had one with Reed, I'm assuming.
[ connor's right, hank wants to talk about this, at least for the moment. more than wanting to use him, hank feels for him; he's never stopped wanting the best for connor, no matter what it is. gavin is not that person. he's running his fingers through his hair, curling over the back of his head. ]
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but he gazes up at hank for a moment, and his face falls slightly as he looks up at the man full of concern. and sighs, quietly. )
Not...really, no. It hasn't come up in a while, but it's not a big issue.
( he shrugs a little, a small gesture suppressed by hank's knees either side of his upper arms, but he likes it. likes the man pinning him down, likes being caged in by hank's body like this. hank has his hand in his hair but connor still moves his head to press a kiss to the part of hank's thigh that he can reach. and then leans forward, gently lets his cheek brush against hank's cock.
if hank wants to talk about gavin then he's welcome to, but he'll have to do it while connor is nosing at his dick. )
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and here he is now, not wanting to talk about reed and hank concedes, because he's only just a man and having connor's cheek rubbing up against his cock does a lot of sinfully inappropriate things to him.
he cups his face briefly before releasing him with a soft sigh. no, they won't talk about his boyfriend, because it's not like hank had the moral high ground here. he's grasping his own dick now, stroking himself off before guiding it to his willing, eager mouth. ]
You prefer doing this, don't you?
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( connor grins a little as if he's won something, tragic as that win might be. there it is.
he watches hank's face for a moment, and then brings his attention to hank's cock instead. he brushes his lips against the tip, sticks his tongue out and licks carefully around the slit before he drags it slowly against the slit and gathers up the pre-come beading there.
but for all the teasing he actually does want to do this. he suggested it, asked hank, practically begged at one point. so he raises his eyes back to hank and holds his mouth open, head still as he lets the man slowly slide his length into connor's mouth. he breathes slowly through his nose, and rolls his tongue gently against the underside of his cock, watching hank's reactions with a slight glint in his eye.
he really, really prefers doing this. )
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he spares a glance at their silent pagers and wills them to be silent throughout their stolen moments together, and he reaches down to touch his cheek, to ruffle his hair before he starts fucking him in earnest. no more teasing, no more testing, he's pulling his large cock out and pushing in deeply, long thrusts made just for connor's depraved enjoyment.
the wet, slippery slick of cock and tongue and the gasp hank spares is magnificent, going balls deep until his coarse pubes press against his younger lover before he pulls out. he goes firm but gentle, watching him, observing -- hank might love fucking that beautiful face, but he doesn't want him to get hurt. ]
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but he doesn't ask hank to stop. he grips his thighs tight, fingers digging in at the back of his legs, but he doesn't tap out. he just pushes his head further forward. once hank builds up a slow rhythm connor goes with it, timing his breathing through his nose with the movements and bobbing his head on hank's outstrokes.
connor is still watching hank, but that's hard when his nose is pressed up against hank's pubes. he breathes out slowly, he won't show any discomfort now, or all the time spent convincing hank will be for nothing. instead he just swallows around hank's cock, tongue rolling slightly with the motion, eyes fluttering closed as he moans low in his throat. )
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he stills when connor gags and chokes, and once it looks like his pretty, pretty twink of a lover can handle his cock like a champ, hank goes faster, longer thrusts and deeper movements, a little harder now as his heavy balls slap against his chin, groaning softly at his talented tongue, the flutter of lovely eyelashes. it's obscene, how beautiful connor is when taking cock, but that's the allure, isn't it? dr connor, so put together outside of this room and look at him here, now. ]
's good, very good, Connor -- look at you, taking my dick so prettily...
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his cheeks are covered, but he doesn't stop, doesn't ask hank to stop. he just tightens his lips around hank's cock, waits for the pull out of a thrust to drag his tongue quickly against the slit before hank thrusts back into his mouth. he can't reach his face but he can reach his own cock though.
connor quickly palms himself through his scrub pants, rubbing slow and gentle as hank thrusts into his mouth. he moans again, louder this time even as it's muffled by his full mouth. he pushes his head further down hank's cock, trying to take more, faster, harder. )