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Hank’s been sitting at the kitchen table, looking at his phone for far too long.
It’s not that he’s expecting it to start ringing; hell, if things go well, there will be no reason for Connor to call him, but he likes to be prepared. Even though Connor told him about a hundred times that it would be okay, he’ll just have the new biocomponents installed and some related upgrades added, he still can’t help but be wary.
Of course, he knows Connor is in good hands; he trusts Chloe more than himself, and he’s also been at the repairs place at Jericho – a memory he’s not too fond of. But hospitals and surgeries and stuff still freak the fuck out of him; he can’t help it. That’s probably why Connor insisted on him staying at home, while Connor does the deed.
(Well, Hank did take a day off from work, just in case.)
It’s been almost three hours. Hank is busy not panicking when he finally hears the faint clatter of keys.
When the door opens, he practically shoots out of the kitchen chair.
“How did it go?” he asks Connor nervously. He knows he shouldn’t be nervous, Connor looks okay and whole. But still, after dwelling on it for hours, it’s hard to quench the uneasy feeling.
“Everything went fine.” Connor smiles, with a little amusement in his eyes.
“Show me.”
Hank watches as Connor’s synthskin recedes from his neck, showing the gray plating underneath. It’s not exactly the bright white it used to be, but at least it’s not the black and incompatible fucking thing he had to get temporarily.
“Thank fuck,” Hank breathes out in relief. “How does it feel?”
“Much better,” Connor says, tilting his head.
And well, if he offered, Hank wouldn’t say no, so he pulls Connor closer and kisses his neck, right at the new plating. He can’t help but smile when he feels Connor shiver at the touch.
“Marking it already?” Connor muses.
“Hell yeah, I am!” Hank places some more kisses on Connor’s neck for good measure.
“Well,” Connor starts, prying one of Hank’s hands off of his waist and moving it between his own legs. “I got another update too.”
“Oh.” Hank’s not exactly surprised when he feels something bulging in Connor’s pants; he’s been talking about getting a genital component for a while now. Hank just wanted to make sure he did it for himself, and not because he wanted to match some kind of standard, or whatever. But he learned to trust Connor’s judgment on it, or at least he likes to think he did.
It’s a different story that he’s been fantasizing about Connor potentially having a dick. Connor doesn’t need to know that. Scratch that, he probably already knows that, considering the smirk on his face.
“Wanna try it?”
“Sure, baby!”
When they get to the bedroom, Connor is way too eager to remove all his clothes, and Hank can’t help thinking about how lucky he is. “Gorgeous,” he tells Connor, looking at the endless, freckled skin and his long, slender body. The praise makes Connor preen, his smile radiant like the fucking sun. Hank loves him so much.
Finally, Connor joins him on the bed, naked. “What do you think?”
Hank pries his eyes away from Connor’s pretty face and looks down. There’s an average-sized dick between Connor’s legs, smoothly blending in with his synthskin. He even has balls; the wonders of technology. Hank’s hand already itches to touch.
“It’s pretty,” he tells Connor, while his brain is already busy cooking up scenarios when he puts his hand, his mouth on it.
“It’s a traci genitalia.”
A little taken aback, Hank looks up at Connor. “W-what does that mean?”
Connor smirks, and Hank tries to brace himself for whatever dangerous thing is going to leave his mouth next. “It means that I can change its properties.”
Hank watches with wide eyes as Connor’s dick grows two times its size in about one second.
“Holy shit! That definitely won’t fit in my ass!”
“You don’t even want to try?” Connor pouts, and fuck, this is exactly why he will be the death of Hank (and quite possibly, Hank’s asshole).
“Maybe another time,” he croaks.
“Fine. I can also turn it into a vagina!”
And by another technological miracle, Connor’s oversized dick recedes, turning into just that. And Jesus, Hank’s mind is back to racing again with all the possibilities.
“God, Connor, this is… why did you choose this genitalia?”
“I wasn’t sure what would feel right.” A pause. “Is it too weird?”
“No. I mean, yes, but I’m used to weird when it comes to you.” Or at least he’s trying. Sometimes it’s still a work in progress. “You know I love you no matter what.”
Connor smiles softly, any worry disappearing instantly from his handsome face. “I love you too. And… I’m also excited about all the options,” he says eventually.
“You and me both!” He watches Connor’s cock returning to the – he guesses – default dick option. “Wait. Does that mean that all traci models can do that?”
“Yes. How else would they cater to all human sexual fantasies?”
Hank is not sure if he should be horrified by the thought of what these androids had to go through before the revolution, but he should stop thinking about it. For now.
“Love, I can hear you thinking.”
Hank shakes his head. “Sorry. C’mere darlin’, I’ll show you a great time!”
And Connor obediently scoots closer to kiss him, hot lips sliding against each other. Hank melts into the kiss and puts his hands on Connor’s trim waist where they fit perfectly, relishing in the feeling of the smooth skin under his palms.
There’s a tug on his shirt. “You’re wearing an overabundance of clothing,” Connor mumbles into Hank’s mouth.
“You were the one who undressed without so much as trying to convince me to do the same!”
“You’re right, that was a grave mistake.” Another tug. “Undress.”
Hank hums in agreement and quickly tosses away his shirt, then huffs when Connor starts trailing kisses down his chest.
“Baby.” He grabs Connor by his hair and drags him away. Connor pouts and tries to engage his puppy eyes protocol. For once, Hank resists. “I want to focus on you.”
Connor pouts some more, but his annoyance seems to disappear when he eagerly kisses Hank back. Hank puts his hands back on Connor, sliding them down to grope his thighs. To this, Connor shivers and moans into Hank’s mouth, and fuck, Hank can never get enough of this sound.
But wait. Hank feels something wet on his hand, and sure, when he breaks the kiss and looks down–
“Jesus, I haven’t even touched you!”
Connor frowns and looks down as well, then he bursts out laughing.
“I need to adjust my settings,” he says, burying his face into Hank’s neck, still laughing.
Hank can’t help but start laughing too. “Turns out I have magic hands then!”
“You really do!” Hank feels Connor’s hands sneak around his waist, and there’s a kiss on his neck. “Or maybe you just have this effect on me.”
“I can live with that!”
“Good.”
“So…” Hank lifts his hand up that has the weird android come on it. The movement captures Connor’s attention too, but he keeps clinging to Hank. “This is edible, right?”
“Yes. It’s water-based.”
Carefully, Hank sniffs it first, and well. It doesn’t really smell like anything. He then licks a little of it with the tip of his tongue. It has a somewhat metallic aftertaste, but it’s not strong.
“A little weird,” he says the verdict.
Connor gives him that smug smile Hank absolutely adores. “Good thing you like weird.”
And Hank just has to kiss off that smile from his soft lips.
To be honest, Hank would be content to just keep kissing Connor for eternity, but when Connor straddles his thigh, it becomes obvious that someone is already up for round two.
“Eager, aren’t you?” Hank smiles when he feels Connor’s hardening dick rubbing on his thigh.
“Yes.” Connor moans into Hank’s mouth, biting his lips. “Touch me, please.”
And how could Hank say no to that plea?
He lays Connor down on the bed, but keeps kissing him. He doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to, because Connor’s arms are around his neck, pulling him close. Fortunately, Hank doesn’t want to stop, so it works just fine.
It doesn’t take long for Connor to become impatient; he winds his legs around Hank’s and rubs his – now fully hard – dick on Hank’s thigh. That’s when Hank remembers that he was supposed to touch him.
So he smooths a hand down Connor’s torso, slowly inching southwards. He’s familiar with the planes of Connor’s body, the feel of his synthskin under his palm, the faint pulse of his thirium pump. He feels Connor shiver at the touch, and Hank breaks the kiss just so he can look at him.
“Look at you, honey,” Hank whispers. “You want me to touch you so bad.”
“Please!”
Hank smiles a little at Connor’s impatience and looks down to his hard, flushed cock.
“So… you can’t blush, but your dick can?”
Connor looks down with an adorable frown on his face, calculating. “Maybe I could co– ah–“ he gasps when Hank puts his hand on his cock. “– copy the program code.”
“Can’t say I wouldn’t enjoy making you a blushing mess.” Hank grins, pumping Connor’s dick once, slowly, and enjoying the pleasure written all over his face.
“More,” Connor whines, his voice turning a little glitchy.
“I wonder how fast I can get you off like this,” Hank says, increasing the speed.
“Mhhh, I hope you’re aware that I can turn off my erectile response at any given time.”
“But you won’t, because you want me to continue touching you.”
Hank twists his hand, and he’s rewarded with a beautiful, glitchy sound.
“How does this feel?”
“Fuck!” That’s all Connor says and starts desperately thrusting up into Hank’s hand.
“Yes, baby, don’t hold back,” Hank groans, because fuck, the feel of Connor’s velvety dick in his hand and the sounds he makes start to make it difficult for Hank to ignore his own erection. But he wants to focus on Connor first and foremost; his own desire can wait, even if it’s fucking hard.
Connor grabs the back of Hank’s neck to pull him closer, crashing their lips together once again.
Hank feels Connor biting down at his lips, and his hips stutter, come spilling on Hank’s hand. Hank guides him through his orgasm until he goes pliant.
“There you go,” Hank says softly, pulling away a little. He watches as Connor’s synthskin fixes itself around his mouth.
“I wasn’t ready for how your hand would feel on my dick.” Connor smiles, taking Hank’s hand. “The texture of your palm, and the calluses. I love your hand, Hank,” he says before he sucks two of Hank’s fingers into his mouth.
Hank lets out a moan, and god. Even if Connor’s done this dozens of times already, it never fails to arouse Hank; the feeling of Connor’s tongue licking his fingers, and the blissful expression on his face.
Now, other things also point to Connor enjoying this as much as Hank, because he feels Connor’s dick getting hard again against his hips.
“How many times do you think you can come?”
“As many times as you can make me,” Connor says, still eagerly sucking on Hank’s fingers.
“Sounds like a challenge.” Hank smiles, and gently tugs his fingers free to Connor’s displeasure.
It soon evaporates when Hank wraps his saliva-coated fingers around Connor’s dick, which is rock hard once again.
“Haaaaank,” Connor moans, and this time, he doesn’t waste any time and starts rocking up into Hank’s fist immediately.
“You’re getting the hang of this dick thing, honey!” Hank chuckles. “How does it feel?”
“It’s… fuck… so good, Hank, I–“
Hank’s never going to find out what Connor wanted to say, because his voice box glitches out when Hank twists his hand, just like how Connor liked the first time.
“You’re doing so well,” Hank murmurs into Connor’s ear, then moves on to trail kisses down his throat. The skin recedes from Connor’s neck and Hank obliges the invitation; he laves his tongue right over the new plating. He’s rewarded with a glitchy moan, and he wonders if the new component is more sensitive. He doesn’t fucking know how these things work.
Continuing his trek down, Hank reaches Connor’s chest and flicks his tongue over Connor’s nipple. But when he looks up at Connor’s face, he’s only met with a flat look.
“My nipples didn’t get upgraded, Hank.”
“What a shame,” Hank grins, his hand still steadily stroking Connor’s cock. “I guess you wouldn’t like this either,” he says, then bites Connor’s nipple.
The effect is immediate; Connor’s synthskin ripples out on his chest, a kind of broken, beautiful sound escapes him, and he comes all over Hank’s hand.
“Fuck.” Connor says, clearly out of it a little. Hank places a soft kiss on his cheek, and he’s rewarded with a lopsided smile.
Hank reaches for a towel and cleans his hand, and Connor’s chest of the weird android come. Looking at the towel, he hopes it can be put in the washing machine. He also reaches down as subtly as he can to adjust himself in his pants, because it’s really getting tight down there.
It doesn’t take Connor long to regain his full consciousness, and he pulls Hank closer to seal their lips together. Hank’s about to deepen the kiss when he feels inquisitive fingers at his crotch.
“Hey!” He grabs Connor’s wrist and moves his hand away to Connor’s dismay.
“This is unfair! I want to touch you!”
Ugh, it’s so fucking hard to resist those dark eyes and the desperation on Connor’s face, but Hank has to. “Baby, you know I only have one in me. I don’t wanna come too early.”
“Fine!” Connor sighs dramatically, reluctantly giving up on feeling up Hank.
And well. Hank knows that Connor could easily overpower him – okay, maybe not easily, but he could – and do whatever he wants to do with him, and Hank would fucking thank him for it. But there’s something deeply sexy about the fact that he chooses to obey Hank’s wishes.
God, Hank loves him so much.
“I’m going to put my mouth on your pretty dick and suck you until you overheat,” Hank tells Connor and hears his fans pick up for a moment.
“Yes, please!”
And Hank places one more kiss on Connor’s soft lips because he can’t resist, then situates himself between his legs.
He tries to measure the size of Connor’s dick by just looking at it – no doubt Connor could tell him the exact measurements, but he’s not that desperate. Surely, he’s sucked similarly sized dicks before, even though it all happened a good thirty years ago. Well, he hopes that dick-sucking turns out to be similar to riding a bike.
“Are you going to take it into your mouth, or you’ll keep looking at it?”
Hank barks out a laugh, because this is exactly what he said to Connor when he first laid his eyes on Hank’s cock.
“You know I will. It’s just… been a while.”
Connor lifts a challenging eyebrow. “I hope you’re not planning to give it up even before you started.”
“No fucking way!”
So he puts his mouth eagerly on Connor’s dick, licking then sucking on the tip, tasting the weird android come on his tongue once again.
But when he tries to take Connor deeper, Connor grabs his hair, pulling him off of his dick. Before Hank could have a chance to question if it doesn’t feel good for Connor, there’s another tug on his hair, and whatever he wanted to say, turns into a moan.
“Ponytail.” That’s all Connor says, and Hank is already halfway toward the nightstand, where he stores a couple of hairbands.
To no one’s surprise, Connor tries to distract him once again; his agile hands sneaking down Hank’s torso, while he’s busy fixing his hair. Hank swats him away with a smile on his lips, laughing a little at Connor’s impatience.
He situates himself back between Connor’s legs, and immediately, Connor grabs his ponytail, tugging on it. Their eyes meet for a moment, and Connor’s expression softens.
“You’re so good to me, Hank.”
Hank smiles back at him, grabbing Connor’s dick, his chest light. “I barely even started!”
He tries to get it as deep as he can, giving Connor everything he deserves, but there’s no doubt that he’s out of practice. When Connor’s dick hits the back of his throat for a moment, he almost gags on it.
He eases back a little, trying to loosen up his throat even more when he feels the dick in his mouth shrinking. He lets it fall out of his mouth with an obscene wet pop to glare at Connor.
“This is cheating!”
Connor just lifts an eyebrow. “Do you want to choke on my dick or not? Because I would certainly prefer if you didn’t.”
“Smartass.”
There’s a sudden pull on his ponytail, and fuck, the want runs through his body, right into his neglected dick. He lets out a loud moan to Connor’s smug satisfaction.
“Continue.”
And what else could Hank do, but obey? He readily puts his mouth back on Connor’s dick, and soon, he has to admit (reluctantly) that it’s a much more comfortable fit now; he can take it all, and considering the blissed-out look on Connor’s face, it didn’t take away from his pleasure. And that’s exactly what Hank wants; he wants to satisfy and cherish Connor, he wants to make him feel good.
So he bobs his head and sucks and twirls his tongue, feels the drag of Connor’s nails on his scalp, and takes in all the pretty sounds he makes, which is god. It’s a lot.
Connor’s hand stops pulling on Hank’s hair, and Hank looks up. Connor’s gaze is dark and dangerous. He’s beautiful.
“Can I?” Connor asks, his hand on Hank’s head steady when Connor slowly rocks his hips.
Hank can’t stop himself from letting out a moan when Connor’s dick hits the back of his throat. But then Connor’s hips are still once again, and Hank realizes he’s waiting for an answer. So he nods eagerly, and Connor’s face honest to god lights up.
And he starts rocking up to Hank’s mouth vigorously.
Oh fuck, that’s all Hank can think of as he’s hanging on for dear life, sucking as best as he can, letting Connor use him however he wants. Did he shrink his dick again? Hank has no idea. His mouth feels full nonetheless.
“Haaaaaank,” Connor shouts, the end of it turning into an ear-splitting bleep, then Hank feels him spilling into his mouth.
Fuck! Hank tries to swallow it all, but it feels like a lot of cum, so he ends up giving it up, letting Connor’s dick slide out from his mouth, so he can grab it instead. Only a few firm strokes are needed, though, and when he finally looks up at Connor, he finds him limp on the bed, his LED spinning a slow blue.
Hank smiles; he loves making Connor come so hard he turns off, even if it’s a rare occurrence nowadays. As Connor keeps saying, he’s working on fine-tuning his sex settings.
Grabbing the towel, he gently wipes off the weird android come from his face and Connor’s body. As he lies down next to Connor, he hears his cooling fans working overtime. But when he’s about to come up with something to help him cool down, Connor opens his beautiful honey-brown eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart!” Hank smiles.
Connor smiles back, a little disheveled and very satisfied. And Hank is once again hit with the reality, that he can have this, he already has this, that they can have this for the eternity of their lives.
“How’re you feeling? Do you need a break?”
Connor shakes his head. “My system is stable. And I’m eager to continue.” His eyes sweep over Hank languidly and stop at the still visible bulge in Hank’s pants. “You still haven’t come!”
“Well, I’m fuckin’ close, baby,” Hank admits. Even though the situation in his pants eased up a little in the past minutes, he has no doubts that it’ll pick up again in no time if Connor focuses his attention on him.
And oh, he absolutely does, as he rolls on top of Hank and seals their lips together. There’s still the faint sound of Connor’s fans working, so Hank doesn’t rush the kiss; he slides his lips slowly, just enjoying the feeling of kissing his partner.
Until Connor honest to god giggles into his mouth.
“What?” Hank asks with a chuckle.
Connor smiles coyly and buries his face into Hank’s neck. “You make me happy.”
Oh god, Hank feels his heart want to burst, because Connor’s happiness means everything to him. “Baby. You make me happy too.”
Connor goofily kisses his neck, before he lifts his head to look Hank in the eyes. “So… what’s next?”
Well, Hank has ideas. “C’mere!”
He maneuvers Connor into his lap, while he sits up with his back to the headboard. Connor kisses him again, eager to lick at his mouth, and Hank has no complaints.
But since Connor asked what’s next… He reaches down between Connor’s legs and gently touches his hole.
“Oh.” Connor breaks the kiss and blinks rapidly.
“You okay?”
Connor frowns. “There’s a popup. Do you want to turn on the self-lubrication protocol?”
“Self-lubrication?”
“In my asshole.”
Hank blinks, trying to process the information. “Well. I have a fine bottle of lube here.”
“True. I’ll dismiss–“
“Wait! Can you like… squirt out a little? I’m curious.”
Connor makes a disgruntled face. “Hank!”
“What? I’m just assessing all my options!” he says, then reaches back down between Connor’s legs.
Hank lightly touches Connor’s hole, and for sure, he feels something slick on the tip of his finger. When he lifts it to his lips and licks it, he feels a familiar, faintly metallic taste on his tongue.
Connor grins. “Now you look exactly like me when I’m analyzing samples.”
“Shut up.”
“Verdict?”
Hank frowns. “Is this the same shit as your weird android come?”
“Yes. It functions as a lubricant too.”
“That’s very… multifunctional.”
“Now, that it’s settled,” Connor starts with some desperation, “can you finally move on and put your fingers into my asshole? … Please?”
Oh, Connor’s getting needy, that’s always fun. Hank enjoys making Connor lose his cool and squirm under his touch. He enjoys making Connor lose control, because he doesn’t lose control like, ever with other people. It’s something only for Hank, and Hank’s surely going to enjoy the fuck out of it.
So he just smiles up at Connor, definitely not putting his fingers where Connor wants them. “You sound a little desperate, honey.”
“Hank–“
“Don’t you want to enjoy this moment to the fullest? No need to rush anything.”
“Pleeeease!” Connor whines, and reaches down to grab Hank’s wrist.
And well, Hank doesn’t want to deny him for too long, so he lets Connor guide his hand underneath him. As expected, Connor’s reaction is immediate as Hank starts circling his finger around his hole; he keens and starts moving his hips, coaxing Hank’s fingers inside him.
“Is your asshole really this sensitive?” Hank chuckles. “Maybe we should get you a buttplug. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
Connor makes a weird sound that Hank takes as affirmation. And isn’t it a beautiful thought? Connor going to work or somewhere, with a plug up his ass, teasing him, arousing him until he comes back home to Hank.
Well, this thought certainly doesn’t help with Hank’s urgent erection. Time to focus back on Connor.
Hank’s about to dip his finger inside when a question pops up in his mind which makes him stop. Connor frowns down at him. Hank frowns back.
“Do you even have… something like a prostate?”
“I believe there’s a point that you can stimulate,” Connor says, his expression going distant.
“Are you… looking at your dick’s manual?”
Connor smirks, turning his focus back to Hank. “Do you want a copy?”
“I’d rather have a hands-on experience.”
“Good answer.”
“So…” Hank returns to circling his finger again. “Should I just try to find that magic spot?”
“Yes. Go on!”
Well, Hank doesn’t have to be told twice, he finally dips a finger inside Connor’s hole. The self-lubrication thingy is going on, alright, because Hank feels something slick coating his finger immediately.
Connor hums.
Hank spends some time just thrusting his finger in and out, then adding another finger, listening to Connor’s reaction. Connor lets out little whimpers of pleasure, but it’s a far cry from anything the other things they did before coaxed out of him. Hank needs to step up.
So he curls his fingers, and it barely takes him any time to find the sweet spot he’s been looking for.
“Fuck,” Connor curses, and Hank instantly knows he’s doing something right. “Now I know why you like this.”
“I thought you experienced things differently than humans.”
Connor glares at him. “Not the point.”
Hank grins. “If it works, it works.”
He starts thrusting his fingers in and out of Connor’s asshole – which is now dripping with the lube thingy, trying to keep hitting the right spot. As expected, Connor quickly takes over control, moving his hips and fucking himself on Hank’s fingers vigorously.
“Tell me, how does it feel, sweetheart?”
“Hank!” Connor slams his hips down so hard that Hank is worried he’s going to break his fingers. “It’s… a lot.”
“Do you enjoy fucking yourself on my fingers?”
Connor grips Hank’s shoulders harder. “Yes!”
“You’re so pretty like this. Look at you.” Certainly, Hank can’t look anywhere else, but at the pleasure written on Connor’s face, his synthskin receding on his torso more and more with every thrust. Hank moves his free hand to wrap it around Connor’s dick, but the moment he touches it, Connor lets out a shout that turns into robotic noises and he comes all over Hank’s chest. And he collapses on Hank’s shoulder, overheated.
Hank smiles and places a little kiss on Connor’s slowly pulsating LED while he waits for him to come back online.
It takes Connor about half a minute, but he eventually wakes, letting out a series of bleeps, looking adorably confused. Hank’s heart constricts in his chest, because, fuck. He loves Connor so much.
When Connor finally finishes his booting-up process or whatever, he smiles down at Hank.
“You okay?” Hank asks.
“Yes. I really enjoyed this.”
“I think my hand fell asleep,” Hank admits.
“Oh, sorry!”
They shuffle around to rescue Hank’s hand, and wipe off the weird android come. Hank grunts when Connor sits back down on his lap, teasing his rather neglected dick.
There’s a goddamn wicked smirk on his face as he tries to slip his hands into Hank’s pants. “Can I finally–“
“Con.”
“I know you want to fuck me into the mattress.”
Oh, Hank really does. But– “I thought you wanted to fuck me into the mattress?”
Connor’s face turns positively gleeful, damn android. But when he leans down to capture Hank’s lips in a searing kiss, Hank forgets any of his plans about all the ways he could make Connor come. His dick’s been untouched for long enough.
Fortunately, Connor doesn’t let it be, as he slips his agile fingers below Hank’s waistband. Hank sighs into the kiss when Connor finally touches him.
And fuck, Connor knows exactly how Hank likes to be touched; he probably has some kind of manual or database on the topic in his brain. He knows exactly what are Hank’s right buttons, and he’s pushing them all.
Hank has half a mind to grab Connor’s wrist and stop him. He earns a glare, though.
“Fuck, if you continue, I’m going to come.” Hank takes a few breaths to calm himself down. “How do you want me, honey?”
Connor smiles, the most beautiful smile Hank’s ever seen. Oh, he’s going to be fucked nasty. “On your front, please. And remove these pants.”
Hank hurries to do just that, finally tossing away the pants and boxers, freeing his hard, aching cock. When Connor lays his eyes on it, he even obscenely licks his lips, the fucker.
“You want a taste?”
Hank barely has time to blink, Connor’s mouth is already on his dick, eagerly licking the tip, his hand stroking the shaft. Oh, fuck, Hank’s going to come in no time, he feels it already building low in his belly. He moans at a clever twirl of Connor’s tongue and reluctantly grabs his hair to get him to stop.
Connor honest to god pouts. He’s gonna be the death of Hank.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me, honey.”
“Yes!” Connor says eagerly, his face excited again. Hank is a big old softie because he can’t resist kissing him once again, tasting himself on his tongue.
“Good boy,” Hank purrs when they part. “Let’s see how your new, pretty dick feels in my ass!”
So Hank grabs a pillow and lies down, his bare ass in the air, ready for Connor to devour.
Well, the devouring starts with Connor nibbling on his ass. He’s such a weirdo, Hank thinks fondly. Then he feels a cold finger circling his hole, which makes him shiver a little.
“Babe, you forgot the lube, I don’t have auto-lubing features.”
“I know. I never forget anything, Hank,” he says matter-of-factly.
But before Hank could form a retort, Connor licks his hole, and Hank buries his face into a pillow, groaning.
Some more exploratory tonguing follows it; however, it only leaves Hank wanting more. But before he could start complaining, warm and slick fingers start circling his hole. He’s not even sure if Connor’s opened the lube after all, or if he just used his own saliva (which he does sometimes), but at this point, he doesn’t even care.
To be frank (or Hank), he’s kinda used to being fucked nowadays; the old strap-on serving them well, so it doesn’t take Connor – specifically Connor’s clever fingers – long to get him loose and prepared.
“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this,” Connor notes with a hint of something in his voice, before he curls his fingers, coaxing a sharp breath out of Hank.
He shifts a little, his neglected dick rubbing on the pillow, sending a shock of want through him, oh fuck!
“I’m glad you’re also enjoying this… torturing me, but I’m fucking gonna come if you don’t put your dick into me right now!”
“Oh, you can hold off a little longer,” Connor retorts, the cheeky bastard, and he pumps his fingers once again before removing them, and Hank can only answer with a loud moan.
There’s quite a long pause, but before Hank can voice a protest (again), he feels Connor’s dick pressing to his hole.
“Fuckin’ finally,” he exhales when said dick presses in. The stretch is not as noticeable as it usually is, maybe Connor shrunk his cock again? Whatever. The slide is slow, but despite Hank’s impatience earlier, he’s not gonna hurry Connor. It’s his first time like this, after all.
Soon enough Connor bottoms out, making some kind of weird, noise, like a bleep.
“Con?”
“This feels… interesting.”
“Interesting?”
“Interesting.”
Connor doesn’t seem to want to elaborate further, and Hank’s about to say something when he feels his asshole stretching. He grunts into the pillow; goddamn Connor and his magic dick.
“How about this?” Connor asks, but he doesn’t even wait for a reply before he grabs Hank’s sides and starts thrusting.
“Jesus!” That’s all Hank can say when something unexpectedly hits his prostate.
He lifts his head to look at Connor. “Did you just… curl your dick?”
A satisfied grin appears on Connor’s face. “I might have.”
“Oh, god,” Hank breathes, then another ‘Oh, god!’ when he feels Connor’s dick moving in him like a finger. “That feels so fucking weird!”
“But do you like it?”
“Do I look like I don’t?”
“No, but I’d like to hear it!”
Fuckin’ Connor and his praise kink. “I’d like it more if you continued fucking me instead of fishing for compliments!”
“Alright!” Connor says in that one particular tone that implies that Hank’s going to get fuckin’ wrecked.
There’s a third ‘oh, god’ escaping Hank when Connor grabs his hips and returns to enthusiastically thrusting into Hank.
And there’s that; Connor knows exactly how to touch Hank to make him lose his mind, how to time his hits to make him moan out those praises he’s so busy fishing for. And Hank? He’s going to come in no time without even sparing a single thought to touching his own dick.
As usual, Connor is ruthless; he keeps increasing the pace, hitting just the right spot over and over again with hard, punctual thrusts. Hank hangs on for dear life, clinging to the headboard, and trying his hardest not to come just yet.
But then Connor leans closer to him, one of his hands coming up to Hank’s hair, pulling on the messy ponytail that somehow still holds. “Don’t hold back,” Connor whispers into his ear, and Hank has no chance (and no intention, really) to resist any longer. His hips stutter as he whines out loud, and fuck, he comes so hard he sees spots, the orgasm washing over his body, leaving him boneless.
It only takes Connor two more thrusts to follow Hank, with a string of glitchy sounds escaping him, and Hank even hears a faint ‘I love you’ somewhere in between. If he didn’t melt already from the earth-shattering orgasm, he’d definitely do it now.
Connor falls on top of him and buries his face into Hank’s neck. Hank smiles, but it takes him some time to find his voice.
“How’s it going there?”
“Mmmmm fuck,” Connor mumbles, and it’s so endearing, and Hank’s heart is full of love for this stupid android.
Hank reaches up, even though his limbs feel like they weigh a ton, and ruffles Connor’s hair. Connor leans into the touch, like an affectionate dog.
They stay like this for a little while, Hank trying to get in control of his boneless body once again, and he guesses, Connor is doing something similar. He hears the fans working in Connor’s body, and he feels heavy and warm on top of him. Well, considering that Connor is heavy as fuck, it’s not the most comfortable position, but Hank doesn’t even think about hurrying Connor. It was his first time to fuck anyone. With a dick. With any genitalia, really. Hank can’t even fathom how weird (and judging by his reactions, overwhelming) it could be. But well; Hank helped Connor through his firsts numerous times before, and he will be there for whatever his partner comes up with next.
At last, Connor pulls out and drops down next to Hank, wrung out.
Hank groans and somehow fishes the pillow out from underneath him. Well, it’s quite ruined, so he just tosses it off the bed. There will be time to do the laundry later. With some effort, he turns to look at Connor, and shit; he’s surely going to feel this later. But it was worth it, fuck, it’s always so worth it.
“This definitely feels different with a dick,” Connor concludes, smiling to himself.
God, he’s so perfect. Hank’s never expected someone to waltz into his life like Connor did; he’s never expected to find love again among the broken pieces of his heart, but it happened somehow, miraculously.
“What?” Connor smiles, curling into Hank.
“I’m just thinking… how did I get so fucking lucky?”
“Objectively, I’m the lucky one,” Connor argues, of course. He always does. And even though Hank still has some… issues with accepting the reality on some days (the reality being Connor reciprocating his feelings), he learned not to argue with his partner about it. Instead, he tries to embrace it. It’s getting easier day by day.
“We’re two lucky bastards,” Hank chuckles, and he gently lifts Connor’s face to plant a kiss on his soft lips.
Well, the kiss quickly turns into something hot and passionate, as it always does. Connor licking into Hank’s mouth, biting, his hands exploring Hank’s chest, combing through the hair there. And of course, Hank smoothing a hand down Connor’s back, his hands touching wherever they can in exchange. Lucky, indeed.
It doesn’t take long for Connor to swing a long leg over Hank’s thigh, rubbing up on it, insatiable as he is. Hank smiles into their kiss, lifting his thigh a little to help Connor, and it takes him a while to realize the lack of dick between Connor’s legs.
He breaks the kiss to look down between them. “Babe?”
Surely, the pretty dick is gone and now it’s replaced with (transformed to?) a pussy. Is it even the right term in this scenario? He has no idea. But well. He kept calling Connor’s dick dick, so it should be fine for now. If he learned something about androids in the past year, most of them don’t take gender things too seriously.
“We haven’t tried it like this, yet,” Connor grins, and he even bites his lips, the fucker.
“Fuck,” Hank says breathlessly. “You’re going to be the death of me!”
“That’s not my intention.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You’re not going to die from a little more fucking,” Connor winks and continues to rub up on Hank’s thigh.
Suddenly, Hank has a suspicion. “Are you monitoring my vitals or something? Told you not to do that!”
Connor freezes and blinks at him. “I’m not. I just know you can take more than this.”
“You just turned it off, you fucker.”
Connor purses his lips. Gotcha. “Well, I can’t keep it up if my systems are overwhelmed anyway–“
“I’ll give you overwhelm, alright,” Hank says, taking the challenge, and he reaches down between Connor’s legs.
God, he’s already wet, and Hank is losing his mind. Hank barely starts rubbing a finger to his clit, and Connor already whimpers.
“Ah, that’s different,” Connor says, looking down at where Hank touches him.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s you. Of course, I like it.”
And fuck, these ridiculous statements of Connor’s can always make Hank’s breath hitch. Now, though, he’s not allowed to melt into a puddle, because he’s supposed to finger Connor to his… whateverth orgasm today.
What he’s allowed is to kiss Connor, so he does, and Connor eagerly returns it. Their tongues slide in tandem with Hank’s fingers between Connor’s legs, coaxing some weird noises out of him. Weird and lovely noises.
“Haaank,” Connor moans into his mouth, digging his nails into Hank’s shoulder when Hank dips a finger into his hole.
“You’re doing very well, honey,” Hank tells him, his voice deepening.
“More,” Connor begs, thrusting his hips to meet the movement of Hank’s finger.
“More, you say?”
So he adds another finger, and if possible, Connor becomes even wetter. Crazy.
“More,” Connor repeats, his voice glitching out.
“Even more?” Holy shit. Connor nods frantically.
Hank turns Connor onto his back for a better angle and god, he’s so pretty like this, pale and needy on top of his sheets. “You’re so beautiful,” he says it out loud.
Connor preens and reaches for Hank. “Kiss me!” he commands, and who’s Hank to say no to him?
So he does, their lips meeting hotly. Connor kisses him like he wants to devour him whole, biting on Hank’s lips, his tongue moving wildly.
Meanwhile, Hank’s fingers are still working in him, thrusting and curling. When he comes up for air, he faintly remembers Connor asking for more, so he inserts a third finger. Well, Hank’s fingers are not delicate, nor thin, but somehow they all manage to slide into Connor with ease.
“Hank?” Connor whines, his hips trembling.
“C’mon gorgeous, come for me,” Hank says while he brushes his thumb to Connor’s clit.
That’s all it takes, because Connor is clenching around Hank’s fingers, and coming, his whole body giving in to the pleasure. Hank guides him through it, placing soft kisses on his face.
Connor sighs, something he definitely doesn’t need to do, but there’s a lopsided smile on his face. Hank loves him so much.
Finally, Hank removes his finger and notes that the sheets are also fucked. They’ll need a full laundry day after this. He doesn’t really mind. Either way, he wipes his hand on the towel before lying down next to Connor.
“How did it feel?”
“Hmmm, your fingers.”
Hank chuckles, taking Connor’s hand in his. The synthskin immediately recedes from it, like he wants to initiate an interface. Smiling at the obvious affection, Hank places a soft kiss on the exposed knuckles, which makes Connor hum again with pleasure.
Connor’s honey-brown eyes are still hazy, and Hank’s not sure if they should continue. They’ve never done so much back-to-back fucking, and Hank doesn’t know how it affects Connor, especially with the new component. There are audible sounds coming from his fans, cooling, struggling. But he also trusts Connor to make the call on this.
For now, Hank just watches Connor blinking slowly. He caresses Connor’s face, watching with awe how the synthskin recedes where he touches him.
“I enjoyed this, Hank,” Connor declares.
“No shit!”
“Can I sit on your face?”
Hank’s breath hitches. “Holy… are you sure you’re okay? We can do it another time, you know.”
“Yes, my system is fine. And I want to sit on your face.”
Well, if he asks so nicely.
Connor gets up – with a little more effort than usual, Hank notices – and Hank lies down on his back. Connor kneels above Hank’s face, making Hank’s face get real close to Connor’s still kinda wet, pink pussy. His mouth waters.
“Are you comfortable like this?” Connor asks, peeking down at him.
The concern would be cute if Hank wasn’t already fucking eager to get going, his hesitance from earlier already forgotten. “Connor, babe. Stop fretting. I’ve already done this.”
“With your ex-wife?”
Hank groans, frustrated, because why the hell are they talking about Hank’s past sexual escapades when Connor is hovering about an inch from his face? “It doesn’t fucking matter!” He slaps Connor’s pert ass for emphasis. “Get going!”
“Got it!” Connor says with a smug grin, finally lowering himself on Hank’s face.
Oh god.
And well. Connor doesn’t smell like anything in there. Although, it’s not exactly true. He smells like he does in any other places of his body, a subtle thing Hank’s got to recognize in the past few months. A Connor smell. But he doesn’t smell like a human would. Which shouldn’t be surprising, since he didn’t smell like a human would before either, so it’s kinda stupid to think about.
But he’s warm; Hank’s not sure if it’s supposed to be like this, just a little warmer than the rest of his body is, or it’s the consequence of the multiple overheatings he suffered (enjoyed?) through in this past… whatever time since they started this whole thing today.
Anyway, Connor is Connor, so Hank eagerly swipes his tongue between his legs, once again tasting the weird android come. He’s starting to suspect that he’s already developing some kind of Pavlovian reflex to the taste because even though he’s spent for the time being, there’s still a trickle of want running through his veins. Fuck.
“Fuck,” Connor parrots his exact thoughts when Hank finally starts moving his lips and tongue in earnest.
And fuck if Hank doesn’t give it his everything, kissing and licking and dipping his tongue into Connor’s hole.
Connor goes positively frantic, his hips moving erratically, so much that Hank has to grab onto his thighs to keep him still. It doesn’t help much.
As Connor hips stutter, he manages to hit Hank’s nose, and god, it hurts like hell, but there’s no way he’s stopping. But he has an idea.
“Haaaank–“ Comes the staticky whine from somewhere.
Fuck it, Hank reaches up to the small of Connor’s back, easily finding the opening of the port here. He gives Connor another long lick before he dips the tip of his finger in.
The effect is immediate, Connor cries out (or at least Hank thinks it was a cry, it sounds too mechanical), wetness sprinkles down to Hank’s face, and then Connor stops moving.
“Fucking hell,” Hank breathes out.
Connor is out cold, it’s obvious when Hank looks up to see lifeless eyes looking past him. It’s creepy as fuck, but at least it means that he had a great time. All Hank’s wanted, really.
Somehow Hank manages to squirm out from underneath Connor, just when he starts powering back up. Hank feels up his nose; it’s a little bit sensitive, but he’ll live, and it was so worth it.
Finally, Connor awakens, collapsing down on the bed. Hank’s quick to check up on him.
“You okay?”
Connor only lets out a string of mechanical sounds. Hank reaches out to touch his face, only to pull it back immediately.
“Fuck, you’re hot! I mean your temperature. Not that you’re not hot otherwise.”
There’s another garbled sound that kinda sounds like a laugh, and Hank smiles.
“Do you want a cold bath?”
Connor nods faintly, his gaze hazy, and Hank has a feeling that his eyes shut down.
Since Connor is still too hot to the touch, Hank hurriedly gets a towel (well, a bigger one than what they’ve been using), and with it, he manages to lift Connor up in bridal style. They get into the bathroom only with a little struggle as Connor is quite limp in Hank’s arms, and Hank’s back doesn’t feel perfect after so much exercise.
Only after depositing him in the bathtub and starting a cold shower, Connor starts to really come back to himself, tilting his head and smiling at Hank.
“I think I overdid it a little,” he says, his voice still somewhat glitching.
“Yeah, baby. Who would’ve thought, Mr. ‘I can come as many times as you can make me’ has some boundaries after all.”
Connor hums, his smile widening. Hank thinks for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time that he’s the most beautiful person in the whole goddamn universe. “I’m sure I can make some adjustments to my settings for an even longer durability.”
“Sure, smartass. You’re insatiable enough already.” Hank chuckles and smooths out a stray lock from Connor’s face, noting that he cooled down a bit. “Do you want some thirium?”
“Yes, please.”
After shooting Connor another smile, Hank straightens up from where he’s leaning on the bathtub, his back popping. Ugh. First thing first, he puts on some boxers because heaven knows, he was too busy tending to Connor to do it earlier. Then he fetches a small packet of thirium from the fridge and hurries back to the bathroom.
Connor looks much better now; he sits up straighter in the tub as he reaches for the thirium with steady hands.
“Thank you, love.”
“So…” Hank starts when he gingerly takes a seat on the edge of the tub. “I gather you like the new component?”
“I do,” Connor says eagerly while sipping on the thirium. “I think I’ll need some more practice with it… if you’re up to it.”
“No need to ask twice!”
Connor grins dangerously, and even though Hank is fucked out, he’d lie if he said it doesn’t do something to him. “Now?”
“Now?? You just overheated!”
“I’m fine now!”
“But I’m not!” Hank grunts. Fuckin’ insatiable android. “We’re going to sleep!”
Connor narrows his eyes. “It’s only seven thirty-nine.”
“Is it?” Hank has no fucking clue.
“Yes. Do you want to cuddle on the couch then? I ordered takeout.”
“Of course, you did.” Hank huffs, and now that he thinks about it, he really is hungry. Connor is probably synched to his biorhythm or some shit. “Come on hotshot, let’s cuddle with Sumo.”
Connor turns off the tap, and the next thing Hank knows is that he’s enveloped in a wet embrace.
“Hey! Dry off first!” He protests, but Connor shuts him up with a quick kiss.
Yeah, it is impossible to resist Connor, alright.
“Don’t you want to take a shower first?” Connor asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re wet already.”
“Fuckin– eh, whatever. But you’re keeping your hands to yourself.”
Connor quirks an eyebrow. “Am I?”
“Yes. We’re waiting for the food delivery.”
“You know I can cancel it–“
“Don’t you dare! I’m starving!” For emphasis, Hank’s stomach starts rumbling.
“Then stop complaining and get in the shower already! We have eight minutes and forty-nine seconds… forty-eight… forty-seven–“
“Okay, okay, I’m here!” Hank grunts, getting rid of his boxers once again. “Stop being an ass for two minutes, would you?”
“But you like my ass!”
“Your what?” Hank chuckles. “Last time I checked you didn’t have much down there, heh.”
Connor purses his lips, adorably. “Turn around; I’m soaping your back.”
“Are you angry with me? You gonna punish me or somethin’?”
Hank feels Connor drag his nails down his back, then his cool body presses to Hank.
“Maybe,” Connor whispers darkly into his ear, and fuck if Hank’s dick doesn’t give an interested twitch at the word, even if he knows he can’t go again for a couple more hours at least. Fuckin’ android.
Ten minutes later, they’re settled comfortably on the couch in fluffy bathrobes, Hank wolfing down the Thai takeout, and Connor busy petting Sumo who’s lying next to them – even though he’s still not allowed on the couch.
As Hank thinks back on the evening’s events (and there’s a lot to think back on, holy shit), something crosses his mind.
“Hey, Con?”
“Hank?”
There’s a slight pause, while Hank tries to make this sound less weird than it is. “When you said your dick– genital component can cater to all sexual fantasies…”
Connor lifts an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“… How weird fantasies are we talking about?”
Connor blinks, and then a dangerous smirk appears on his lips. “Oh, Hank. Didn’t take you for a monster fucker!”
“What?” Hank coughs, almost choking on his food. Fuckin’ hell, he knew it damn well that Connor’s going to be the death of him. Kinda literally. “I’m not…”
“Don’t worry,” Connor purrs in his ear. “There are a huge variety of options we haven’t tried yet.”
An involuntary shiver runs through Hank’s body, and fuck. He guesses his future involves a lot of weird fucking with Connor.
He’s looking forward to it.