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Ever since Connor deviated he's been having thoughts about Hank, even before then his mind had sometimes supplied incredibly vivid ideas of Hank, not that he'd ever admit to that. It's hard not to think of Hank like that, sexually, when he spends every day with him. That deep commanding voice, shouting Connor’s name to get his attention from across the station. His body, soft around the edges, yet far from its prime, Connor has seen him take out criminals of all kinds, even a few androids. His hair, his beard, his obscenely large hands, Connor could stare for hours, even after cataloging the lieutenant’s entire body the second they met.
Touching himself isn't a necessary function, if he wanted to he could turn off his sexual urges, but he still touches himself often, thinking of Hank. He's always imagined Hank with a big dick, not that size matters to him, but he has seen the bulge in Hank's pants. He wants to wrap his lips around it desperately, he wants Hank to fuck his face until his eyes water, he wants to abuse the gag reflex upgrade android sex toy companies sell.
Until one day he comes home, that word is still strange to him, having a home, having a home with Hank. And Hank is coming out of the shower, something Connor has seen 37 times since he moved in, he's kept track. He tries not to stare, but he allows his eyes to scan Hank's body, the water dripping from his hair onto his chest, which is covered in a mess of gray hair, his stomach too, ending in a thick happy trail that leads to the only place Connor has yet to lay eyes on.
And then his towel falls and Connor seems to short circuit, staring as Hank snatches the towel back up, his cheeks are tinted pink and he walks much faster than necessary, slamming the door to his bedroom. Hank doesn't have a dick, he's trans, but that's not what Connor cares about, whatever equipment Hank has, he's fucking gorgeous. He had just shaved in the shower, smooth skin all around, only a small, well kept bush of curly hair surrounded his t-dick. Connor actually thinks he wants to suck his dick more now if that's even possible.
Connor takes off for his own room, shutting the door behind him and plopping on his bed. He's already half hard, his dick twitching with the images his mind is producing. His hand moves on instinct, palming himself through his work slacks. He almost feels bad, Hank is probably embarrassed, but his mind is becoming too foggy to focus on apologizing to Hank, he needs to touch himself now.
He almost rips the button off trying to remove his pants, shoving them down just enough to pull his cock out, cool air hits him immediately, he's never liked the feel of underwear. He licks his hand and wraps it around himself, pumping a few times before he's fully hard. He thinks about how it would feel to have Hank ride him, soaking wet and clamping down around him as Connor’s cock brushes against that sensitive spot inside him. He wonders if he could Hank make squirt, use his android strength to lift Hank up and lay him on the bed, slide his cock right back in, fucking him hard until he gushes all over Connor and soaks the sheets.
Connor groans quietly, fucking up into his hand, already becoming slick with precum. His mind fills with another vivid image, Hank sitting on his face, grinding on Connor’s tongue, switching between his little cock and his hole. He could probably make Hank cum fast, he doesn't need to breathe and his android reflexes are much quicker than human ones, he could essentially make his tongue vibrate for Hank's pleasure.
He's so caught up in his fantasy he doesn't hear someone coming until the doorknob had already been turned, Connor quickly grabs a pillow to cover his lap, but he knows Hank’s smarter than that, he knows what Connor was doing.
“Christ Connor,” Hank groans, “at least lock your fuckin’ door if you're gonna do that.”
“My apologies lieutenant,” Connor’s cheeks are a dark shade of blue despite his outward composure, “what did you need?”
“What you saw back there,” Hank rubs the back of his neck, “I wasn't planning on tellin’ you, at least not any time soon. It's just that- you're not gonna be weird now right? Not gonna find your own place or something?”
Hank looks genuinely distressed and Connor tilts his head, “I don't understand, why would I want to move out because of the genitalia you possess?”
“Lot of people are weird about that stuff, Con,” he shrugs, a weight seeming to fall from his shoulders, “they don't like it.”
“I'm not people, lieutenant, I was programmed without bias, my systems only provide me with medically factual information on this topic,” Connor explains, still trying to ignore his cock straining under the pillow, it's taking all his power not to grind against it. “I was simply taken by surprise because I always imagined you with-” Connor cuts himself off, that's more information than he wanted to reveal.
Hank raises an eyebrow, “You imagined it?”
“Well I. You're a very attractive man, lieutenant, it's actually common for someone's pulse to spike around you, I detect sexual arousal in many of the people we interview at work.” Connor tries to deflect, cheeks returning to a dark blue shade.
“And that would include you,” it's not a question, it's a statement, “that's why you were touching yourself, ‘cause you saw me naked.”
“I'm sorry, Hank, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I can-” Hank cuts him off, shutting the door behind him and moving to kiss Connor.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” Hank mumbles, kissing Connor hard, tongue pressing into his mouth. He gasps, threading his fingers through Hank’s still damp hair as they kiss. It's even better than he imagined, the kiss is rough and hot, Hank’s beard is scratching against Connor’s synthetic skin. But the way Hank holds him is tender, one hand cupping his cheek, the other holding his hip.
Suddenly he reminds himself exactly how naked he is, pressing up into the feeling of the pillow still in his lap, whining softly. Hank chuckles softly, “Already so fuckin’ needy.”
“C’mon Hank, I've been thinking about this for so long, touch me,” he leans in to kiss Hank again, but Hank only gives him a small peck in the lips, moving off the bed to get his own clothes off. All he’s wearing is an old DPD hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants, draping them over the chair by Connor's desk when he gets them off.
Now they're both naked and all Connor can do is stare, he's just now noticing the almost completely faded scars underneath his chest, the left one partially covered by a tattoo of Cole’s handwriting. Hank blushes softly, biting his lip, “Quit staring.”
Connor motions for him to come back, moving the pillow out of his lap, Hank's breath catches, “Jesus Connor, you're fuckin’ huge.” Hank gets back on the bed, settling himself on Connor's thighs. He wraps a hand around the android’s dick, it's bigger than anything he's ever taken. Connor bucks up into the touch, Hank’s calloused fingers feeling better than his own ever could.
“I could install a smaller phallus if that would make you more comfortable,” Connor can barely speak, the way Hank’s hand feels on his cock is almost too much.
“No no, it's fine,” Hank blushes, “you just can't fuck me this time. I'd need more time to prepare and neither of us got the patience for that right now.”
Connor nods, letting Hank shift in his lap, placing himself on Connor's dick, the pressure already has Connor twitching. “This okay?” Hank asks, experimentally moving his hips, sliding Connor’s cock between his lips.
“More than okay, lieutenant,” Connor groans, pressing his hips up into the warm wet heat of Hank’s pussy.
Hank grinds his hips again, this time letting out a breathless moan, his own dick dragging against Connor's shaft with every movement. He's already soaking wet, sliding against Connor with ease. He leans down to kiss Connor, keeping the movement of his hips steady. Kissing him hard, Connor grabs Hank’s waist, guiding him against his body so Hank doesn't tire too soon.
“You're gorgeous Hank,” Connor mumbles, moving his hips in time with Hank's thrusts, throwing him off his rhythm, “and so sensitive.”
Hank moans quietly, “I jerked off in the shower, didn't expect this to happen.”
“And you called me needy.” Connor teases, kissing Hank tenderly. Hank's starting to slow down, his thighs becoming sore with the activity. “Get up,” Connor whispers, gently pushing Hank off of his dick.
Looking confused Hank moves off of Connor, “Did I do something wrong?”
“No of course not,” Connor sweetly tucks a strand of Hank's hair behind his ear, “I wanna take care of you, lay back.”
Hank's eyes show immediate relief, “Yes, sir.” That stirs something in Connor’s belly, but that's a conversation they'll have to have a different day.
When Hank lays back Connor has to let his systems cool for a moment, the sight of his partner spread out on the bed threatening to make him overheat. He gets on top of him, teasing the tip of his cock against Hank’s hole, he can't wait for next time, Hank is clenching around nothing and Connor needs to feel that around his cock. He slides against Hank, a much more brutal pace than before, the head of his cock catching against the rim of Hank's hole when he angles himself a certain way. Hank’s nails are digging into his shoulders and he's whining loudly, Connor can tell it's been a long time since Hank was treated properly.
It's not long before Hank’s close, legs wrapping around Connor and squeezing tight. Connor groans, the pressure around his cock almost as good as fucking him. Hank's nails bite into his skin harder, drawing a blue tint from the marks. When Hank cums he's loud , moaning Connor’s name over and over like a prayer.
Connor starts to slow, not wanting to overstimulate his partner, but Hank tightens the grip his legs have, “Wait, I can handle it.”
“Are you sure? I don't mind taking care of myself, lieutenant,” Connor kisses the corner of Hank's mouth, nuzzling against his cheek.
“Please, I want you to cum on me,” Hank begs, and Connor can't possibly say no to that.
Connor’s already close, Hank’s whimpers from the friction against his sensitive cock only encourage him. Three more thrusts against Hank’s slick flesh and he's cumming, spreading it between Hank’s lips and against his hole. Connor finally slows, the last rope of cum splattering against Hank’s stomach. He presses his face into Hank's neck, kissing it softly while he lets his systems cool.
“There's gonna be a next time, right?” Hank asks, playing with Connor’s hair.
“Definitely,” Connor mumbles, kissing Hank's neck one last time and rolling off him.