Forever His (Connor x Hank)

Chapter Thirteen

The planning of the wedding had been the boring part for Hank. He didn't really care about anything fancy, he just wanted to be married to Connor. But he let Connor plan it exactly how he wanted. They sat together at the kitchen table with this big binder filled with papers. Seating arrangements, Connor had said.

Hank sat beside him and read a magazine. He was on a page that had a bold headline that read: Android Pregnancies, A New Way to Reproduce. Hank set the magazine down after that. He still just wasn't ready, how could he be? He didn't want to break Connor's heart on the subject, just needed more time. He shook his head and went to think about other things.

Hank took the time to study Connor. Connor was wearing a grey crop top, paired with loose fitting shorts. He had always liked to experiment with his style, but this particular look was driving Hank a little crazy. He liked seeing the exposed skin of Connor's tummy and thighs, he wanted to touch them, but Connor was in the zone. A stressed zone.

Connor set the pen down and rubbed at his temple. He could just as easily do this in his head, plan everything out meticulously and save it into his hard drive. But there was one thing keeping him from doing so.

He had no idea what the hell he was doing.

"How about," Hank started as he gently closed the binder and pushed it away, "we take break. Calm down a bit." The older man suggested as Connor looked up at him. Slowly the android nodded, moving his hand to the nape of Hank's neck and pulled him in, stealing a sweet kiss.

Hank could tell Connor needed to wind down so he deepened the kiss that was supposed to be a quick peck. Hank's tongue pressed against Connor's and he could feel the android's legs began to shake. The brunette pulled Hank even closer to him, biting the older man's lip gently. Hank made a sound that was similar to a growl at the feeling.

Connor gasped at the feeling of being picked up, but quickly got back to kissing his fiancé in a deep dance of tongues, the feeling making him feel so many wonderful things. Hank brought his knee in between Connor's legs and pushed against him, making the android pull away with a moan escaping his perfect lips, saliva running down his chin from their sloppy kiss.

"Tell me what you want, baby boy." Hank whispered huskily as he watched the smaller man grind against him. It was so hot, too hot in fact.

"Hank-I-" Connor licked his lips, his hands knotting into Hank's long hair. "I want you." The brunette shut his eyes and thrusted his hips faster to get some type of friction.

"Look at me." And Connor did as he was told, those bedroom eyes opening and looking up at Hank expectantly.

"Tell me how bad you want it." Hank's voice was so dark, Connor almost forgot how intense Hank could get and he was all too grateful for the reminder.

"I-I.. I want it so bad. I.. want you, inside me-please." Connor writhed against him and Hank felt his body flush with heat. Connor was always so damn sexy.

"How do you want me to fuck you, baby?" Hank asked, watching as Connor's body convulsed at the question. Connor's body was always so sensitive, no matter the setting. Hank loved it too fucking much.

It took so much for Connor to pull away, he really didn't want to. But he wanted Hank inside him oh so badly. He turned around and laid his upper body against the table. He raised his hips just a little, signaling for Hank to hurry.

Connor's loose shorts were so easy to just pull down. Hank made sure to pull down Connor's boxers as well, until both around his ankles. The older man got on his knees and squeezed the soft skin of Connor's ass. The android moaned into his arm as Hank massaged him.