System_err0r | Detroit Become Human (Connor x Hank)

Chapter 8: System_0verl04d_part2

Connor's eyes lost focus for a few moments and Hank guessed he was changing the settings he had mentioned. Hank leaned forward, hands coming to rest at either side of Connor's head, supporting his weight so he wouldn't crush the android. Though, Hank supposed, given Connor's physique he probably wouldn't care about Hank's weight.

A shudder wracked the body underneath him before eyes flew open and stared up at him wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.

"You alright there?"

Connor looked down, at where Hank was still straddling Connor's hips, cock dragging across flat stomach and leaving smears of wet behind.

"Yes, I'm just– this already feel so intense."

A burst of arousal bloomed and Hank grinned, pleased to hear that even without doing anything Connor was already stimulated. He would make sure to fry Connor's RAM if that would make him feel good. He would make sure to fry as many goddamn RAMs in the future if this android orgasm thing worked out for Connor.

Hank rolled his hips and Connor squirmed slightly beneath him at the movement. The rocking didn't do much to alleviate the ache in Hank's erection, only the tip dragging over Connor's stomach and leaving wet stripes behind but the look on Connor's face was much more than worth it and only sent Hank's blood boiling hotter in need.

Hank was positive that whoever had designed Connor must have used their jerk-off fantasy because fuckin' dammit. And thinking about anyone else jerking off while thinking about Connor made something ugly twist inside him, so instead he focused on the way Connor's face twisted with every movement.

He lifted a hand to cup Connor's cheek, before running fingers down his throat, marvelling at how soft it felt, dipping into the small hollow of the collar bone, revelling in the shiver it elicited from Connor.

Their lips met in a clash of teeth that was slightly painful but Hank didn't mind, eager tongue running over the seam of Connor's lips, until they opened and he could explore his insides. Hank was never able to pinpoint the taste inside Connor's mouth. It wasn't the taste of their last crime scene, Hank had insisted on Connor either refraining from licking the evidence or brushing his teeth like ten times if he wanted to kiss Hank again, and Connor had just winked at him the damn plastic boy.

He ran his tongue over too perfect teeth, sliding against Connor's artificial ones and Connor moaned into their kiss, his hands reaching up, one tangling familiarly in Hank's hair, the other clutching at his shoulder as Connor's back arched. The movement pushed against Hank's neglected dick and he cursed at the pressure as a bead of pre-come formed at the tip and was smeared against Connor's stomach.

Hank broke their kiss, panting as Connor's chest remained perfectly unmoving. It was a shame that he couldn't sweat or blush. Hank couldn't even imagine the fuckin' picture that would paint.

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere," Connor's voice was more of a plead and Hank's forehead dropped against Connor's, breathing heavily as he felt his arousal twitch at the admission.

"Where," Hank dragged teeth over the tip of Connor's nose, grinning when he heard him snort. "are your most sensitive spots, gorgeous."

"Oh, my hands and mouth have the most–"

Hank didn't let him finish, reclaiming Connor's mouth and sealing away everything with a satisfied groan at the contact.

The hand that wasn't tangled in his hair and tugging every now and then, moved over his back, nails raking over his skin and making him shudder as he tried his best to kiss Connor senseless. And fuck, if the sounds Connor was making were anything to go by he was on his way to achieving his goal.

Slim and graceful fingers sank into his grey chest hair and gave it a playful tug and Hank's hips stuttered forward as a low growl worked its way up his throat.

His release built slow and steady, even though there wasn't much friction and Hank was grateful for it, not wanting it to be over too soon. At the very least not before he managed to make Connor feel blissed out.

He caught the hand that was playing with his chest-hair in his bigger one, moving it onto the bedsheets. Connor seemed to get the hint and left it there, lying still, as Hank pondered with what remained of his brain capacity to wonder how best to exploit the sensitivity of the pale limb.

Using his go-to strategy of just fuckin' do it, Hank began to trail his fingers over the open palm of Connor's hand, letting nails drag over the soft meat in the middle, circle tender fingertips with his calloused ones.

And god fuckin' fuck, Connor moaned at that, fingers twitching against his as another shudder ran through his body and all Hank could do was try not to come right then and there because even though he knew that Connor's erogenous zones weren't the same as his, the fact that Hank stroking his palms was enough to elicit such a reaction was more than enough to undo him.

"Fuck," it was more than a groan than a curse as more pre-come stained Connor's stomach.

With a soft whine, Connor's hand untangled from grey curls and went straight for Hank's aching cock, closing around it, jerking him off twice before settling in a slightly loose grip at the tip and circling it with a thumb, smearing clear liquid all over it.

Their open mouths were millimetres apart, Hank panting too hard to keep their kiss intact and almost spilling as Connor moaned, Hank's mouth no longer silencing it, as fingers slid over Hank's member.

"Hank," Connor keened as Hank began to rock against the grip on his dick at a steady pace, groan rumbling in his chest Connor's finger slid over the tip of his erection.

Breathing too hard to continue plundering Connor's mouth, he dragged the hand he was fondling to his mouth, shoving two fingers into it, teeth grazing and drooling slightly and Connor made another noise that sent pleasure hot and heavy down Hank's spine.

"Fuck, you should see how fuckin' beautiful you are."

He wanted to drag those noises from Connor's sinful mouth all day if he could. It was a sound he would never tire of. All needy and overwhelmed.

He could feel his orgasm building as his jerks and thrusts against Connor's too skilled fingers began to grow erratic.

Small noises left Connor's mouth with every movement and Hank bit down onto Connor's fingers, not hard enough to break skin but enough to be felt and that seemed to be the tipping point for Connor. The android's back arched, eyes wide as a groan left his mouth that sounded too much like Hank's name and his lithe but strong frame shuddered beneath Hank and Hank's release almost took him by surprise at that as he spilled wetly into Connor's hand and onto his stomach moments later, groaning loudly.

And Connor's eyes had slipped shut, no sign of movement left, no breath to reassure Hank that everything was fuckin' alright as the words overheating and hardware came back to Hank's mind after he had slumped onto Connor relaxed and pliant.

Rolling off of the android, Hank lifted a hand to Connor's face, gently stroking over a cheek.

"Connor, you alright there?"

For a few worrying moments there was no reaction before a shudder ran through the android and a pair of brown eyes blinked up at him, a crooked smile stretched lazily across pink lips.

"More than alright," Connor turned his head to a side, pressing a kiss against Hank's arm. "That was beyond my imagination." He rolled over and onto Hank, who huffed slightly at the added weight. "I want to do it again."

Hank was just about to tell him about the recuperation time of an old fuck like himself, even as a pleasant warmth filled his chest that Connor had found pleasure in this.

"I really want to do it again, but I will require a new RAM soon. Mine will only be fully functional for around another 4,7 times," Connor grinned almost coyly and Hank huffed an amused breath as sweat began to slowly cool against his skin and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so relaxed and at ease with someone in his bed.

Hank tugged at Connor until he got him to roll over a bit more so he could pull him into a lazy kiss.

"I'd like that, fuck, I'll get you a whole box filled with that shit, so we can do this as many times as you want."