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“You what?”
Connor smiles. Hank can be quite thick sometimes.
“I believe you heard me just fine.”
“I-I guess I did, but… why?”
“I would like to experience sex for the first time with someone who I trust.”
Hank blinks at him, apparently still confused. Connor knows exactly how to manipulate him to do what he wants; the prompts neatly pop up on his HUD. Puppy eyes. Shoulder touch. Repeat that Connor trusts him.
Connor dismisses all of them. As much as he’d like to get Hank onboard, he doesn’t want to manipulate him into it. It would remind him too much of the android he was before. The deviant hunter. He tries to be better than that, for everyone’s sake.
“Can’t you just… download a program that makes you a sex god?”
“Experiencing it is different than just downloading a program.”
“Then why don’t you just find another android?” Hank asks. “Like North. She seems like a nice girl.”
North is anything but a nice girl. Despite this, Hank developed a strange fondness towards her the first time they met, when North threatened him that she will ‘rip his eyes out of their sockets and force them down his throat, asshole’ if Hank even thinks about hurting Connor.
“North has better things to do. But maybe I will find an android later,” Connor says. “But I want to try it with you.”
“And couldn’t you find a better candidate, than my old ass?”
“You’re middle-aged.”
“Than my middle-aged ass?”
“Hank, as I said, I trust you with this. No need to try to prove to me you’re unsuitable. But if you don’t want to do it, just tell me; it’s okay. It was merely a suggestion.”
Hank huffs and waves dismissively. He goes to the kitchen to open the fridge, only to let out a sad sigh and close it again. There aren’t any beers in there anymore, which makes Connor satisfied. He updates his task about Hank’s sobriety with this new information.
Connor watches patiently as Hank paces in the kitchen, agitated, running his fingers through his hair. Hank has nice hair, and Connor wonders how it would feel to card his own fingers through it.
After 21.4 seconds, Hank stops and turns to face him. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” Hank sighs and steps a little closer. “How exactly do you want to do this?”
“I don’t have genitalia.”
This takes Hank aback a little, but he only lets out a hum. “What do you have then?”
“I’ve read that touching some of the connection ports can simulate impulses that resemble pleasure.”
“Huh.”
Connor notices a spike in Hank’s heartbeat. He decides to turn off the process that tracks his vitals in real-time, because one, he finds it intrusive in this situation, and two, Hank repeatedly told him not to ‘monitor his fucking vitals’, and expressed his opinion about it being ‘fucking creepy’. Unfortunately for him, Connor can’t help himself most of the time. He wants to know if there’s something wrong with Hank.
“Can I kiss you?” Connor asks patiently.
Hank lets out a breath. “Yeah.”
Connor steps closer, with intent, and places his mouth on Hank’s.
Hank kisses him back, carefully and slowly. One of his hands comes up to cup Connor’s cheek, to guide him. It’s large and warm, and it makes Connor’s sensors tingle pleasantly.
Connor opens his mouth, and suddenly a burst of data floods his processors, of the chemical components of Hank’s saliva. He turns down this process as well, and focuses on the slide of Hank’s tongue in his mouth, the touch of his hands.
It’s… nice. He stores the association in his database.
He reaches up to comb his fingers through Hank’s hair. He finds that it’s just as soft as he thought it would be and it still smells a little like shampoo. Did he wash it right before they met up in the afternoon?
When they part, Connor reaches up to stroke Hank’s cheek, his fingers scratching Hank’s beard. He’s handsome. It is a fact that Connor is well aware of by now, seven months of data on his exact facial features, his expressions, carefully organized and categorized in his storage.
“Take me to bed,” Connor whispers, and to his relief, Hank complies.
When they get to the bedroom, Connor grabs Hank by his shirt and kisses him again, eagerly. Hank makes a little surprised noise, but he’s quick to draw Connor closer. He decides, he really likes kissing. And the feeling of Hank’s warm hands touching his body. And especially when these two happen at the same time.
Thick fingers start unbuttoning Connor’s shirt, and he’s happy to get out of it and throw it away. Hank smooths his palms over his bare sides. The warmth of Hank’s big, calloused hands seeps under Connor’s skin.
Still kissing, Connor tugs on Hank’s tee, but Hank stops him.
“This should stay on.”
“Hank.” Connor sneaks a hand under the tee and feels Hank shiver a little at the touch. “I want to see you.”
This time, he uses a little bit of those puppy eyes, he can’t help himself. Human bodies fascinate him, and if this would be his only hands-on experience, he will take it.
Finally, Hank surrenders with a sigh that indicates there’s no use in arguing with Connor, and removes the unnecessary piece of clothing.
Connor has seen glimpses of Hank before, but the whole picture is something else. Connor takes a moment to categorize every little detail of Hank’s skin. He runs his fingers through the gray hair dusting Hank’s chest, traces the shape of his tattoo, and touches every scar.
“You’re so interesting.”
Hank huffs. “You mean fat and ugly?”
“No.” Connor frowns but doesn’t take his eyes off of Hank’s chest. “Your skin is like a book. It tells a story about who you are and what you went through.”
“Huh.”
Suddenly, a strange urge flares up in Connor that makes him lick Hank’s chest. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to resist these weird urges anymore.
“Oh god, please tell me you’re not going to analyze that,” Hank chuckles.
“I have already turned off my oral analyzing process. I just wanted to.”
“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Hank says fondly.
“Lie down, please.”
Hank obeys beautifully, and Connor climbs on top of him, returning back to kissing.
He still enjoys kissing. He also enjoys having Hank’s big, warm body underneath him. And touching him everywhere he reaches. He caresses Hank’s face, touches his soft sides, and squeezes Hank’s pectorals for good measure, which makes Hank hum into his mouth.
To Connor’s slight disappointment, Hank breaks the kiss. “Show me where those ports are.”
“I’ve read that the neck port is one of the most sensitive ones.” Connor grabs Hank’s hand and guides it to the back of his neck. “Do you feel the opening?”
“Yeah. But what do I do?”
“Just pull on a wire here.” Connor hesitates. “I’m not exactly sure how it works.”
“Okay. Do you mind turning around? I can’t see shit like this and I don’t wanna hurt you.”
A smile tugs the corner of Connor’s mouth; this is exactly why he insisted on having his first time with Hank. “You cannot damage me accidentally, don’t worry about it.”
Connor rolls off of Hank, while he hears Hank mumble ‘Don’t worry about it, he says’. For some reason it makes Connor smile. He knows that Hank cares about him; he was the first one who really did, even if he denied it back then. He knows he will never have another friend like Hank in his life, and it fills him with a feeling he recognizes as affection.
Quickly analyzing some possible outcomes of this encounter, Connor decides to discard his pants. He’s not sure how much overheating he’s going to face by the end of this, and he better leave his cooling system as free as possible.
When Connor looks back at Hank, Hank is staring back at him. Or more likely, his torso. Connor wonders if there’s maybe something wrong with his chest. He looks down to check. Sure, there’s a faint circle where his thirium pump regulator is located, but otherwise, he looks just like a human.
Also, Hank has already seen him shirtless. Connor is extremely confused.
“Is there anything wrong with my chest?” he asks at last, which gets Hank to look back at Connor’s face, blushing a little.
Hank shakes his head. “No, of course not. I was just… wondering if your nipples are sensitive?”
“Oh!” Connor looks at his own chest again. “No, they are purely decorative.”
Hank clears his throat. “Um, okay, cool.” He sits up with his back to the headboard. “Come here.”
Connor obediently sits between Hank’s legs. He’s not nervous per se, but there’s a sort of anticipation coursing through his wires.
Hank puts his warm hands on Connor’s back, and Connor files away a reassurance that yes, he does enjoy being touched like this. He registers Hank circling the port with his thumb, and it makes a pleasant buzz run through him. He hums, smiling.
“This feels pleasant, Hank.”
“You like this?”
Oh, that he does. But he can’t help wanting more, something that rocks his world.
Connor spent hours researching the subject of intercourse, trying to figure out the appeal of it. Of course, he had basic information about what it was, but for some reason, he never thought about trying it until he accidentally got transmitted a memory of North, about her and Markus being affectionate with each other two days ago.
So he read up about it on the internet, checked out android-specific forums on the topic, and even hacked himself into a pornography site, claiming he's over eighteen (he’s not even a year old), and he’s not a robot (he’s an android).
“You can be more direct,” he tells Hank. “Do you see the wires?”
Hank hums. “So, do I just pull-“
“Ah!” The intensity of the electric shock catches Connor completely off-guard, heat coursing through his body. It threatens to overwhelm his processors, and his fans speed up, trying to make him regain his normal temperature.
Hank withdraws his hand quickly. “Shit, are you okay?”
“Yes!” He squeezes Hank’s knee reassuringly. “Do it again!”
“If you say so,” Hank mumbles and touches his fingertips to the neck port again. More carefully than before, he pinches a wire between two of his thick fingers.
Connor keens as the impulse runs through him once again, less shocking and sudden, but no less thrilling. He feels… he can’t describe how it feels as he’s never felt like this before, but oh, he wants to feel like this again.
With every careful touch of Hank’s fingers, Connor loses control of his body more and more. He registers gripping Hank’s thighs, but he can’t let them go, his voice box makes weird, glitchy noises that are probably off-putting, but-
“Fuck, you enjoy this, don’t you?” Hank chuckles, and despite not seeing him, Connor knows the exact expression on his face, that amused half smile that makes him look younger.
“Very mu-“ Connor’s voice glitches again as another impulse hits him.
He feels Hank’s warm hand sneaking around his torso and pulling him back, flush to Hank’s chest. The hot touch, skin on skin is a lot, and Connor’s vision blinks out for a moment.
“Want more?” Hank whispers into his ear, and he shudders at the dark tone, surprising even himself with the involuntary reaction.
“Yes,” he moans, and the next moment he’s pulled into a hot kiss.
Connor returns the kiss more than eagerly, and oh. Why haven’t they done this before? They could’ve done this all the time! His processors stutter, and the thought process evaporates without a reasonable answer.
A firmer pull on his wires sends him glitching out again, and he accidentally bites Hank’s lips.
Hank pulls away a bit, and Connor tries to follow his lips like he’s pulled in by Hank’s gravity. Hank smirks at him, face rosy, eyes dark. “So eager, are we?”
Connor can’t help himself, his voice box lets out another weird noise, as he leans forward and captures Hank’s lips once again. The kiss doesn’t last long, because Hank pulls on a wire in earnest, and Connor shudders violently.
“God, Connor,” Hank groans, and Connor saves the sound in his database. “Never thought I’d see you this wrecked.”
Hank kisses his LED then, that’s no doubt spinning bright red. The touch is gentle, but it just makes Connor crave for more.
“Hank, please!”
“Please what? You want more?”
“Yes,” he whimpers and he watches a warning about overheating popping up on his HUD.
“I can see that,” Hank notes. “Look at you, such a pretty sight.”
Connor wants to say something, maybe tell Hank that he might be close, or beg for even more, but the only sound that escapes his voice box is something garbled.
There’s a hot touch on Connor’s cheek, then thick fingers move to trace the shape of his mouth. He obediently opens it to taste Hank on his tongue, and the flood of data is back, unstoppable and overwhelming (didn’t he turn off his oral processing earlier?). Connor’s processors start lagging, his fans struggle to keep cooling down his body, and more red warnings pop up on his HUD.
He swirls his tongue around Hank’s fingers, making Hank moan into his ear, then an overwhelming impulse hits him, and the world goes dark.
Connor is awakened by warm hands shaking him.
He has to blink a few times and wait 4.7 seconds for all his processes to start running again. He runs a quick system check just in case (he’s overheated, but otherwise everything is in working order).
“Oh, thank god, I thought you died for a moment,” Hank says as his relieved face comes to focus. “You just turned off!”
Connor thinks he might have died for a moment indeed, but only from bliss. He smiles, still a little out of it.
“Told you, you can’t break me. I just overheated,” he explains, while he creates a task to recalibrate his settings later, in case a similar scenario happens again. He… hopes it will happen again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it might happen. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Hank waves dismissively. “Eh, it’s fine.”
“But it was very pleasurable, Hank. I enjoyed having sex with you.”
A flush spreads across Hank’s cheeks. Blushing is one of those things that Connor is incapable of, but he finds it endearing.
Hank clears his throat. “I’m glad it wasn’t bad.”
“It wasn’t!” Connor grins, then his sensors pick up something. The process that tracks Hank’s vitals restarted with his reboot, and now it picks up on Hank’s slight arousal. Connor looks down to see his pants bulging.
“Do you need a hand, or-“
Hank startles spectacularly, jumping out of the bed. “N-no, no, I’m fine!” he says, then runs out of the bedroom.