( they're on night shift, which is notoriously quiet on this ward – connor is initially suspicious that it's a punishment for a mistake he made last week that almost resulted in a serious surgical error but was caught in time, but that wouldn't explain why hank was on the shift too. the hospital is creepy around this time, just pushing three AM and almost silent save the hum of machinery and steady beeps of monitors. it's even quieter by the on call room, far enough away from the patients that even the heart monitors can't be heard.
the on call room can't be locked, but they've hung the 'room in use' sign on the door and that's the next best thing. the radio is on, as loud as they can justify without rousing suspicion, and both their pagers sit on the table next to the bunks. it'd be just his luck that they would go off at some point, but blessedly they've remained perfectly silent this whole time. they're on the bottom bunk, neither of them naked for obvious reasons. connor's scrubs shirt is shoved up around his armpits, his pants at his knees. hank is even more clothed, the waistband of his pants dropped only just below his ass, enough to expose himself and little more.
connor sinks back into the mattress of the bottom bunk bed. it's small and cramped, but that almost makes the whole thing more exciting. when hank straddles his chest and pins connor's upper arms to his sides with the knees either side of them, he has to bow his head to fit in the space. hank is big – sometimes connor forgets just how massive the man is, but it's impossible to think of anything else when hank looms over him in the tiny space between the top and bottom bunk.
he's surrounded by hank, can't think of anything else, and connor is already breathily murmuring the man's name as he raises his arms enough to press his hands flat against the back of hank's thighs. he can just about get his shoulders off of the mattress in this position, lifting his head up and craning forward. hank already has his cock out, and connor's mouth parts a little just looking at it. he licks his lips quickly, wetting them a little in preparation, and then looks up at hank. like this, he looks like he could just wreck him.
connor thinks he's probably never been more turned on in his life. )
Just quickly...
( he grimaces slightly as he speaks, in part because he's a little embarrassed about what he's bringing up, and in part because of how goddamn lusty he sounds. hank's cock is inches from his face, rock hard with pre-come beading at the tip already. it makes it tough to sound anything other than incredibly horny. )
...it's kind of lame but uh– safe words, and signals and stuff? Is that a thing you do, or....
( he's already a terribly awkward person, but then throwing in an awkward topic ( for him, anyway ) and having to do it only moments before hank fulfils his promise to fuck connor's throat – it's a wonder he manages to get anything coherent out at all. )
[ 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...
connor spends his shift slightly uncomfortable after his interaction with reed. he comes in with an awful patient – cardiac arrest, at least ten minutes before CPR started, another fifteen for a defibrillator to get on scene, only one shock followed by twenty minutes of asystole. the family is desperate, but this man was being held alive by the adrenaline coursing through his veins alone. connor had to explain why they made the call only moments after the stretcher was wheeled into the ER.
he goes to gavin for– comfort? for him? for gavin? he doesn't really know, but when his boyfriend is filling out paperwork he touches his wrist gently and smiles. he's not sad, he likes gavin. the man unexpectedly is quite sweet, brushing his hand over connor's hair and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead, stroking down his cheek and neck gently, circular comforting motions being rubbed into points along the travel, but when he gets to connor's shoulder connor hesitates.
gavin gets there first. connor sees hank come round the corner as gavin subtly snaps the strap of the bra against connor's shoulder, and he doesn't mean to stare at the older doctor but he kind of...does anyway. no one notices, it's fine. gavin cops a subtle feel and they go on with the rest of the day. connor forgets about the interaction, and when he signs out he's almost disappointed that hank hasn't even approached him. it was him that insisted on the outfit in the first place. all day, hank had said, and i'll want to see it, of course.
when connor walks outside a hand catches his wrist and his head snaps around – but it's hank, who is forcibly pulling him around a corner in the car park, away from the main entrance. it's not hidden, but so long as no one is parked over here it'll be fine. connor leans up against the wall, stretching his neck back and looking up at hank fully. connor wants him to crowd him against the wall but he already asks so much, he isn't quite sure how. instead he just tugs the neck of his scrubs to expose the strap of the lingerie under his uniform, eyes fixed on hank as he smooths his shirt back over. )
All day, I wore it. And you didn't even look at me.
( 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. )
[ is he pouting? yes, yes he is. hank only takes a second to figure it out, especially when he's pressed up this close to him. he keeps connor cornered, the younger man snug against him in the small alcove out of sight, and yet it's enough for it to send a thrill up his spine, the inevitable promise of more. he hadn't stopped thinking of him, the way he passed them both, when gavin had been so surprised about the appearance of the lingerie, the lacy, lovely things that hank had chosen and bought for him.
the soft snap of that bra on his skin goes right to his dick, but hank doesn't look at him -- he's noticed, of course, and every ounce of him had stiffened, knowing that gavin is touching what hank had made him wear, he's touching something -- someone -- that belongs to hank, and the thought of it is both infuriating and arousing.
which, of course, inspires another game just to drag it out, to keep connor's attention on him by withholding his own from the young doctor. he's casually crowding him up against the wall, a hand sliding down the waistband of his pants to brush over the lace, amused and pleased by that adorable little pout.
how cute. ]
Oh, [ he says innocently, pretending to be surprised although he's anything but. ] did you want me to? I thought you only had eyes for your boyfriend.
( it's practically shameful how quickly hank can draw a reaction out of connor. the older man only has to corner him against the wall and connor's already wanting. hank only has to slide his hand into connor's waistband and he's already pushing his hips forward, giving him more access, already desiring more. he should really have more control of himself... but he doesn't want to.
when hank mentions gavin the pout turns into a scowl. he shouldn't really – it's a very valid point, but it twists at connor's conscience and brings his guilt to the surface. he doesn't want to think of gavin while he's here with hank, awful as that might be. he doesn't deserve to argue that point, can't justify a protest, and for a long moment he's left speechless as he tries to work around his guilty conscience long enough to keep this going.
god, he really is awful. )
He had a hard patient today. Mr. Hansen, the cardiac arrest we called time of death on? ( connor shrugs lightly, raising his arms for a moment as he considers touching hank, then drops them back to hang loosely at his sides instead. ) He thought it was for him. I didn't know what else to say.
( he's not scowling any more, the expression of distaste had only lasted a moment, and now he's just looking at hank passively instead, dragging his teeth over his lower lip and silently willing the man to drop the topic. he doesn't know how to maintain the mood when they're discussing the man connor is currently cheating on. )
[ thankfully, hank has plenty of ideas how to go from here. the whole losing-a-patient thing doesn't faze him all that much. it's a tragedy, of course; but if they shed tears over everyone who died they won't be able to get their jobs done. he looks down at him, sweet connor, who still finds himself affected every time they fail, and he can't help but love him more.
he tips his face up to his, grasping his chin and leaning close, eyes so very blue and piercing, his gaze steady. ]
No, [ he says agreeably. ] you were too busy thinking about me and how I'd react to that lingerie under your scrubs.
[ his fingers leave his chin, coming to slide up under his shirt now, brushing over his chest. ] When your boyfriend's feeling you up, you were only thinking about me, weren't you? How I'd take it off you. With my fingers, or my teeth?
( connor has never killed a patient. he's lost some, and he still wears their names on his heart and thinks about them at night when he can't sleep, but he's never killed someone. it's never been his fault that someone has died. honestly, connor doesn't know how he would cope with that – certainly he needs to separate himself from death a lot better, or that might just ruin him.
it's another layer of guilt to weave into connor's twisting gut, but connor stops thinking about mr. hansen and his family the moment hank takes a hold of his chin.
he wants to kiss the older man, gazing back into hank's eyes and watching him just as intently. he thinks he could stare into hank's eyes forever, which he might have to, since the grip on his face is firm enough that connor can't lean in and close the gap.
connor's eyes flutter closed briefly as hank's hand moves up his shirt. he's still talking about gavin, and the guilt digs in sharply as connor's dick stirs as hank's fingers brush over the delicate lingerie under his scrubs shirt. )
I don't think about you when I'm with him. ( connor retorts, and it's supposed to be sharp and snappy, but it comes out in a breathy gasp that really just ruins the punch of his statement. besides, it's a lie. they both know it's a lie. ) Maybe I thought about how he'd take it off me. Did you consider that?
( connor can't take the high ground at all right now – not when he's gasping under hank's touch and already on his way to half-hard – but he's desperately trying all the same. )
[ hank tells him swiftly, not batting an eyelid. everything about connor tells him that he's lying, that he's only saying this for the sake of it. ]
I can see how much you want this.
[ he growls, leaning in to kiss his cheek, to rub his beard over his skin before he comes to capture his mouth, slow and resolute and heated. connor gets off on being bad, of coming apart every time hank touches him, and hank is more than willing to play. he inhales, breathing him in as he becomes the one to close the gap instead, drawing him into another kiss. ]
If you didn't, you wouldn't be staring at me when I walked by. You want me to peel it off you, don't you? You want me to come all over those pretty little panties of yours, tear it up and make it nice and wet.
[ he's smiling, and fuck, he's getting off on this, and his hand slides back down, pushing into his trousers to cup his cock, so full and so half-hard in his hand. ]
Look at you, such a needy little slut.
[ he teases softly, nipping at his lower lip as he admires just how good connor is for him, how they always come back to this, every time. ] You need my cock, not his. Does he still satisfy you...?
( this is different from their typical stolen moments. it's always got an edge to it, some kind of kink that connor warps into a justification for his actions. it's never deliberately tender, save for brief moments that slip through the cracks – but this is new. there's an element of humiliation, degradation. connor shouldn't be getting off to this, but then he shouldn't be getting off at all. and yet–
and yet he's still here. not only is he still stood in the corner that hank crowded him into, he's actively turned on by hank's words, cock twitching under hank's hand as he calls connor a needy little slut.
his head drops back against the wall and a breathless little moan escapes, one he's trying to keep stifled. it doesn't work, and connor grinds his hips shamelessly into hank's palm. ) You want me to talk about my boyfriend fucking me with your hand down my pants?
( he tries to smirk, but his little gasps and breathless moans make that hard, he can't get it together long enough to maintain any kind of front. he surges forward, wrapping a hand around the back of hank's neck and pulling him in close, licking the shell of his ear before biting at the lobe. a little harder than is usually pleasurable, hard enough to hurt. )
Do you want me to tell you all about how when he pushes my face into a pillow and fucks me into the mattress I think about your cock instead? ( connor presses the full length of his body against hank's, pushing off the wall entirely to press against him instead. he sucks lightly on his lobe, the same spot he'd bitten just before, and then whispers against his ear. ) Or when he pushes his fingers into my ass I remember how much thicker yours are, how you could probably make me come from that alone.
( connor slides a hand down to hank's pants, palms him gently over his pants, enough to see if he's reacting to connor's whispered confessions. enough to tease him into an erection too. ) Is that what you want me to tell you?
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why are we still in denial when we know we're not happy here.
choke this love till the veins start to shiver.
the on call room can't be locked, but they've hung the 'room in use' sign on the door and that's the next best thing. the radio is on, as loud as they can justify without rousing suspicion, and both their pagers sit on the table next to the bunks. it'd be just his luck that they would go off at some point, but blessedly they've remained perfectly silent this whole time. they're on the bottom bunk, neither of them naked for obvious reasons. connor's scrubs shirt is shoved up around his armpits, his pants at his knees. hank is even more clothed, the waistband of his pants dropped only just below his ass, enough to expose himself and little more.
connor sinks back into the mattress of the bottom bunk bed. it's small and cramped, but that almost makes the whole thing more exciting. when hank straddles his chest and pins connor's upper arms to his sides with the knees either side of them, he has to bow his head to fit in the space. hank is big – sometimes connor forgets just how massive the man is, but it's impossible to think of anything else when hank looms over him in the tiny space between the top and bottom bunk.
he's surrounded by hank, can't think of anything else, and connor is already breathily murmuring the man's name as he raises his arms enough to press his hands flat against the back of hank's thighs. he can just about get his shoulders off of the mattress in this position, lifting his head up and craning forward. hank already has his cock out, and connor's mouth parts a little just looking at it. he licks his lips quickly, wetting them a little in preparation, and then looks up at hank. like this, he looks like he could just wreck him.
connor thinks he's probably never been more turned on in his life. )
Just quickly...
( he grimaces slightly as he speaks, in part because he's a little embarrassed about what he's bringing up, and in part because of how goddamn lusty he sounds. hank's cock is inches from his face, rock hard with pre-come beading at the tip already. it makes it tough to sound anything other than incredibly horny. )
...it's kind of lame but uh– safe words, and signals and stuff? Is that a thing you do, or....
( he's already a terribly awkward person, but then throwing in an awkward topic ( for him, anyway ) and having to do it only moments before hank fulfils his promise to fuck connor's throat – it's a wonder he manages to get anything coherent out at all. )
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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...
do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
connor spends his shift slightly uncomfortable after his interaction with reed. he comes in with an awful patient – cardiac arrest, at least ten minutes before CPR started, another fifteen for a defibrillator to get on scene, only one shock followed by twenty minutes of asystole. the family is desperate, but this man was being held alive by the adrenaline coursing through his veins alone. connor had to explain why they made the call only moments after the stretcher was wheeled into the ER.
he goes to gavin for– comfort? for him? for gavin? he doesn't really know, but when his boyfriend is filling out paperwork he touches his wrist gently and smiles. he's not sad, he likes gavin. the man unexpectedly is quite sweet, brushing his hand over connor's hair and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead, stroking down his cheek and neck gently, circular comforting motions being rubbed into points along the travel, but when he gets to connor's shoulder connor hesitates.
gavin gets there first. connor sees hank come round the corner as gavin subtly snaps the strap of the bra against connor's shoulder, and he doesn't mean to stare at the older doctor but he kind of...does anyway. no one notices, it's fine. gavin cops a subtle feel and they go on with the rest of the day. connor forgets about the interaction, and when he signs out he's almost disappointed that hank hasn't even approached him. it was him that insisted on the outfit in the first place. all day, hank had said, and i'll want to see it, of course.
when connor walks outside a hand catches his wrist and his head snaps around – but it's hank, who is forcibly pulling him around a corner in the car park, away from the main entrance. it's not hidden, but so long as no one is parked over here it'll be fine. connor leans up against the wall, stretching his neck back and looking up at hank fully. connor wants him to crowd him against the wall but he already asks so much, he isn't quite sure how. instead he just tugs the neck of his scrubs to expose the strap of the lingerie under his uniform, eyes fixed on hank as he smooths his shirt back over. )
All day, I wore it. And you didn't even look at me.
( he's not pouting. probably. maybe a tiny bit. )
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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. )
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the soft snap of that bra on his skin goes right to his dick, but hank doesn't look at him -- he's noticed, of course, and every ounce of him had stiffened, knowing that gavin is touching what hank had made him wear, he's touching something -- someone -- that belongs to hank, and the thought of it is both infuriating and arousing.
which, of course, inspires another game just to drag it out, to keep connor's attention on him by withholding his own from the young doctor. he's casually crowding him up against the wall, a hand sliding down the waistband of his pants to brush over the lace, amused and pleased by that adorable little pout.
how cute. ]
Oh, [ he says innocently, pretending to be surprised although he's anything but. ] did you want me to? I thought you only had eyes for your boyfriend.
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when hank mentions gavin the pout turns into a scowl. he shouldn't really – it's a very valid point, but it twists at connor's conscience and brings his guilt to the surface. he doesn't want to think of gavin while he's here with hank, awful as that might be. he doesn't deserve to argue that point, can't justify a protest, and for a long moment he's left speechless as he tries to work around his guilty conscience long enough to keep this going.
god, he really is awful. )
He had a hard patient today. Mr. Hansen, the cardiac arrest we called time of death on? ( connor shrugs lightly, raising his arms for a moment as he considers touching hank, then drops them back to hang loosely at his sides instead. ) He thought it was for him. I didn't know what else to say.
( he's not scowling any more, the expression of distaste had only lasted a moment, and now he's just looking at hank passively instead, dragging his teeth over his lower lip and silently willing the man to drop the topic. he doesn't know how to maintain the mood when they're discussing the man connor is currently cheating on. )
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he tips his face up to his, grasping his chin and leaning close, eyes so very blue and piercing, his gaze steady. ]
No, [ he says agreeably. ] you were too busy thinking about me and how I'd react to that lingerie under your scrubs.
[ his fingers leave his chin, coming to slide up under his shirt now, brushing over his chest. ] When your boyfriend's feeling you up, you were only thinking about me, weren't you? How I'd take it off you. With my fingers, or my teeth?
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it's another layer of guilt to weave into connor's twisting gut, but connor stops thinking about mr. hansen and his family the moment hank takes a hold of his chin.
he wants to kiss the older man, gazing back into hank's eyes and watching him just as intently. he thinks he could stare into hank's eyes forever, which he might have to, since the grip on his face is firm enough that connor can't lean in and close the gap.
connor's eyes flutter closed briefly as hank's hand moves up his shirt. he's still talking about gavin, and the guilt digs in sharply as connor's dick stirs as hank's fingers brush over the delicate lingerie under his scrubs shirt. )
I don't think about you when I'm with him. ( connor retorts, and it's supposed to be sharp and snappy, but it comes out in a breathy gasp that really just ruins the punch of his statement. besides, it's a lie. they both know it's a lie. ) Maybe I thought about how he'd take it off me. Did you consider that?
( connor can't take the high ground at all right now – not when he's gasping under hank's touch and already on his way to half-hard – but he's desperately trying all the same. )
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[ hank tells him swiftly, not batting an eyelid. everything about connor tells him that he's lying, that he's only saying this for the sake of it. ]
I can see how much you want this.
[ he growls, leaning in to kiss his cheek, to rub his beard over his skin before he comes to capture his mouth, slow and resolute and heated. connor gets off on being bad, of coming apart every time hank touches him, and hank is more than willing to play. he inhales, breathing him in as he becomes the one to close the gap instead, drawing him into another kiss. ]
If you didn't, you wouldn't be staring at me when I walked by. You want me to peel it off you, don't you? You want me to come all over those pretty little panties of yours, tear it up and make it nice and wet.
[ he's smiling, and fuck, he's getting off on this, and his hand slides back down, pushing into his trousers to cup his cock, so full and so half-hard in his hand. ]
Look at you, such a needy little slut.
[ he teases softly, nipping at his lower lip as he admires just how good connor is for him, how they always come back to this, every time. ] You need my cock, not his. Does he still satisfy you...?
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and yet he's still here. not only is he still stood in the corner that hank crowded him into, he's actively turned on by hank's words, cock twitching under hank's hand as he calls connor a needy little slut.
his head drops back against the wall and a breathless little moan escapes, one he's trying to keep stifled. it doesn't work, and connor grinds his hips shamelessly into hank's palm. ) You want me to talk about my boyfriend fucking me with your hand down my pants?
( he tries to smirk, but his little gasps and breathless moans make that hard, he can't get it together long enough to maintain any kind of front. he surges forward, wrapping a hand around the back of hank's neck and pulling him in close, licking the shell of his ear before biting at the lobe. a little harder than is usually pleasurable, hard enough to hurt. )
Do you want me to tell you all about how when he pushes my face into a pillow and fucks me into the mattress I think about your cock instead? ( connor presses the full length of his body against hank's, pushing off the wall entirely to press against him instead. he sucks lightly on his lobe, the same spot he'd bitten just before, and then whispers against his ear. ) Or when he pushes his fingers into my ass I remember how much thicker yours are, how you could probably make me come from that alone.
( connor slides a hand down to hank's pants, palms him gently over his pants, enough to see if he's reacting to connor's whispered confessions. enough to tease him into an erection too. ) Is that what you want me to tell you?