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“Please sir,” Connor’s arm was thrown over his eyes, puffs of air leaving his mouth in between pleading. Hank had the poor boy so close already, and they’d barely even started. Hank couldn’t help himself, he smirked as he turned off the vibrator he was pressing against Connor’s cock. “Hank, I'm dying. You’re killing me.”
Connor had been extra bratty throughout the day, Hank knew it was partly due to the fact they had been so busy they hadn’t time for a scene in the past couple weeks, poor Connor was desperate. He’d been pushing the androids metaphorical buttons all day, not listening to a damn thing, and at one point putting himself in danger while Hank chased a suspect. That was the last straw.
“I’m doing nothing of the sort baby,” Hank ran a large hand up Connor’s arm that was laying at his side, dragging his fingers up until he could cup Connor’s face. “You’re just being dramatic.” He drew his hand back and gave a loving slap to Connor’s cheek getting a lovely groan in return. “Be good.” Hank knew that was a lofty goal for Connor.
“Yes sir.” Connor nearly screamed as Hank turned back on the vibrator and then slapped him again. The android wanted Connor to come quickly for now. He wanted to see his favorite human over stimulated and panting for him. “Hank, it’s too much, I” And then Connor is coming undone, mouth open in a cry of “Daddy” Hank doesn’t let up, he knows what Connor can take, and doesn’t Connor just look gorgeous, one hand digging into the couch cushions, screaming his over stimulation. Finally slowly Hank turns down the settings, hitting each one one at a time, until the vibe is off.
Tear tracks have run their course down Connor’s cheeks, and he’s breathing so heavy, relief from the onslaught in his sagging body. Hank can’t help himself, mostly because he felt he was built to torture Connor, made for this purpose, helping with the revolution, small potatoes to getting to take apart his favorite human. He drags a hand lightly down Connor’s chest before taking a nipple and pinching it roughly. Watching Connor gasp out again just sent delight through all of Hank’s sensors.
Hank happily puts the vibrator down, and takes his now free hand and grips Connor’s soft cock. He squeezes gently, getting a groan from Connor. He starts to slowly pump his hand around Connor, and damn Connor makes the sweetest noises of protest. Hank pumped faster and couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way Connor was squirming, trying to both get away and get closer.
“Daddy please, sir it’s too much.”
“Take what I give you Con.” Hank commands, and his harsh tone and speedy pace has Connor coming again, too done in to even scream.
More panting coming from his human. Hank felt like his processors were going nuts. He had want for so much, he half wanted to drag the scene out all night, but the tears and bags under Connor’s eyes tipped Hank off into getting to the main event. He let Connor take a moment before he got to rearranging them. Running his fingers gently through Connor’s hair before getting a good grip and helping force him up.
“Come on Con,” Hank guided him to a sitting position, then to his knees on the floor in front of Hank. “Look so good down there, this is what I was meant to do, put you down in your place, huh baby?” Connor nodded, eyes closed, preening. Hank took his other hand and grabbed Connor’s chin. He leaned down for a rough kiss. Connor moaned into it with every pull of his hair.
Pulling Connor back Hank smiled down at him, the android was excited to get Connor working for him now.
“You know what to do boy.” And Hank’s pushing the human down between his legs. Connor’s tongue comes out immediately and he wets his lips. Hank’s impatient and first tugs at Connor’s hair then pushes him down to his mound. Connor gets the hint and goes to work, tongue beginning to lap at the seam of Hank’s chassis. The sensation is light, but still the picture of Connor between his legs along with the slick feeling of tongue get Hank going, his led spinning golden.
“That’s right Con, be good for Daddy.” Connor shivers and starts sucking against Hank’s now bare chassis. The androids synth skin retracting in big splotchy patches as Connor works. “Cmon baby, you can do better.” Even feeling good Hank loves to make Connor work for it, pushes him to try harder.
Connor takes one hand and presses his thumb down against the seam right below where his tongue is against Hank. He scratches his fingers through Connor’s hair, scraping against the scalp alternating between light scratching and gripping the hair roughly. Connor’s frantically rubbing his thumb and sucking against Hank, he’s obviously getting keyed up just as much as Hank is from the attention.
Hank lets him go for a while longer till he’s a drooling mess all down his chin. Hank pulls him off and smirks down at the human. Hank has been on edge long enough and wants his own release. He pats his knee and releases Connor’s hair. An invitation to hop on if Hank’s ever given one.
Connor quickly scrambles up to his feet and clambers into Hank’s lap straddling the knee Hank had patted. His cock was hard again, and pressing himself up against Hank was amazing. Whoever designed the HK android was a god send, making a fucking tank of an android, like he walked right out of Connor’s deepest fantasies. Connor ground himself against Hank’s insulated belly and groaned. It felt so good.
“Hold on baby. You can’t come till you get Daddy off.” Hank growled out holding tightly to Connor’s hips. Connor wraps both arms around Hank’s neck, fingers playing at the spot where he can feel the light ridge of the port in the back. Hank is especially sensitive to sensation there, and they had discovered due to routine maintenance that Hank particularly liked it when Connor got his delicate fingers in there and tweaked his wires.
Hank retracts the skin on his neck, and lets the port pop open giving access to Connor. Connor’s never been the most patient when it came to Hank, and he’s not about to start now, burying a finger into the port and dragging the pad of it against one of the thicker wires. Hank shivers and the vibrations of his body against Connor’s sensitive cock feel so intense.
Connor neglects himself though, knowing he’ll get it good when Hank’s well and ready. He slides a finger nail across two wires that are twisted together, getting Hank to groan low, static filling his voice. Connor rubs his middle finger around the edges of the port, sensations teasing and so so good to Hank. He goes around and around before dipping his fingers back into the port, pressing them in and out essentially fingering it. Hank is gripping enough to bruise Connor’s hips, and Connor will definitely relish the markings later. Connor can always tell when Hank’s about to orgasm, he scrunches his face up, led cycling between red and yellow, pants of static leaving him.
“Please Daddy, come for me.” It drives Hank right over the edge, digging nails into Connor’s hips, a low scratchy groan escaping his throat. The patches of chassis get bigger, and the lights flicker as Hank orgasms. It's a heady thing, knowing he can drive the amazing HK deviant hunter over the edge so well. Knows his ticks and needs.It takes a couple moments for Hank to resettle, led going from red to yellow to blue, before he starts rubbing Connor’s sides.
“Keep going baby,” He urges while using his grip on Connor to start getting Connor to grind against him, cock trapped between their bodies. Connor’s fingers start up their play again. Dragging against wires, fingering the port, rubbing the edges. Hank is over-stimulated in the best way, watching and scanning Connor as he takes his own pleasure against Hank’s body. Hank helps a little by rocking his hips. Connor’s panting again, getting close, his finger’s are sloppy with thirium and every time he thrusts them into Hank’s port he's brushing against one of Hank’s most sensitive wires.
Two fingers deep in Hank’s port, nail’s grazing the largest wire, Connor thrusts begin to really pick up. He’s getting so close, but he’s desperate to ride it out with Hank. He brings his thumb into the mix, quickly pinching the big wire and getting Hank to shout. God Connor’s so close, hips moving erratically as he keeps up inside Hank.
“Come on baby, just a little more.” Hank growls out. He's damn close too.
Finally they come in succession, Connor then Hank, as Connor pinches a bundle of wires just right and moves his hips in just the right way. Connor cries out, new tears dripping down his face. The lights blink out in a surge of power, and static runs through Hank’s body. His led stalls at red and he fully reboots.
They’re both left there, Connor panting, heaving for deeper breaths, and Hank still as his processes all come back online. Hank blinks his eyes as he finally fully settles back into being functional. A list of aftercare procedures fill his priorities and he starts with kissing Connor gently.
Hank has the rest of the evening to care for Connor and let them relax, at least until Connor acts up and Hank has to start planning the next scene.