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Connor drives Hank to madness this way, hovering over him, practicing his kissing technique with one hand tangled in Hank's hair, gently tugging, fingers flexing against Hanks scalp as he grinds against the human in no hurry.
And Hank was cursing at first, impatient, fucking androids with inhuman stamina- he's not young anymore- but at this point he's stopped using sentences, only low groans and soft murmured curses as he finally went lax. They breathe the same air between kisses. Connor pulls, focusing intently on Hank's expession as he lets out a shuddering breath that ends in a guttural moan, and Connor thinks he's never seen anything quite as beautiful.