( he doesn't push back, which would be surprising in an ordinary circumstance, but hank is at the moment too intoxicated to be thinking straight. he only reached out in the dark and sunk his claws into something he didn't want to leave presently - connor, his mouth on his. it might be purely unconscious impulses dragging him in further. hank would certainly never admit to wanting him - a thing he would've called it before he'd become acquainted with connor - but now it's hard to deny, that carnal desire clawing up in his throat, suffocating him. sex was a dormant thing in him, dead as far as hank was concerned, alongside his wife. but now it's. here. clearly. between the huffy breaths of their kiss and hank shoving his tongue in connor's mouth, it's here.
the weight of it almost knocks him on unconscious - wanting someone, for the first time in what feels like ages. on top of that, the person he wants is an android, is a man, is connor. it'll be something for sober hank to reflect on. drunk hank will reap the benefits of his own impulses, free hand moving to connor's waist to pull at his shirt, untucking it from its formal place. he isn't a soft person, at least not right now - instinct is to pull connor in with him and pin him under the chilly water, bite marks on him and see if they'll stay.
he's never had to wonder if an android can get roughed up, before.
he breaks away for air, and fills up the silence like this - fisting his hand in connor's shirt and tossing him in the bathtub beside him. he'll hop over a pin him ... once he catches his breath. give him a sec. he's not as young as he used to be. )
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the weight of it almost knocks him on unconscious - wanting someone, for the first time in what feels like ages. on top of that, the person he wants is an android, is a man, is connor. it'll be something for sober hank to reflect on. drunk hank will reap the benefits of his own impulses, free hand moving to connor's waist to pull at his shirt, untucking it from its formal place. he isn't a soft person, at least not right now - instinct is to pull connor in with him and pin him under the chilly water, bite marks on him and see if they'll stay.
he's never had to wonder if an android can get roughed up, before.
he breaks away for air, and fills up the silence like this - fisting his hand in connor's shirt and tossing him in the bathtub beside him. he'll hop over a pin him ... once he catches his breath. give him a sec. he's not as young as he used to be. )