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Slowly approaching his front door after a long, unpleasant day at work, Hank felt his face soften for the first time in hours. The weight of the world began to lift from his shoulders when he noticed the light from the living room glowing through the window. Reminding him the person- the android that makes it all worth it is inside.
As he was unlocking the door, the comforting scent of delicious food cooking hit his nostrils. Hank smiled, and his heart thumped in his chest, overwhelmed with the immense gratitude he felt.
Hank’s life just a few months ago couldn’t have been more different from what it was now.
Back then, he would arrive home tired and sluggish - hardly ever straight from work, usually from a rundown bar, never before eight o'clock. He would stumble towards the door, no light from inside to illuminate the path and help him find his way. And certainly no homemade meal or partner waiting for him.
"Welcome home, Hank!" Connor greeted the moment he stepped inside. Hank could see he was busy, focused on whatever he was chopping over in the kitchen. He also noticed the house had been cleaned with precision, not one spot being forgotten, as it always was when Connor had off.
"Hey sweetheart," Hank replied, kicking off his worn shoes as sumo padded over to him, tongue lolling out as he demanded attention. Hank bent down to scratch behind his ears, a smile tugging at his lips.
After a few pets, sumo seemed satisfied enough, so Hank made his way over to Connor and leaned against the counter beside him.
"Whatcha making?" He asked quietly, eyes watching Connor's hand cut up vegetables with skill.
Connor glanced at him affectionately before explaining, "You know that food stand you like? Chicken Feed?" He waited as Hank nodded.
"I scanned your burger that one time we were there,"
Connor continued, a hint of concern in his voice.
"It appears to be prepared in a rather... unhealthy way. So I thought I'd recreate it using less oil and salt, but it should be just as enjoyable!"
Connor had been determined to get Hank eating healthier from the moment he’d moved in - always making sure he ate enough vegetables and didn't overindulge in sugary, high calorie foods.
If it had been anyone else trying to dictate what Hank was allowed to eat, he would’ve told them to fuck off without hesitation. But coming from Connor, it didn't feel controlling, it felt like he cared. It felt like genuine concern, and he certainly still managed to feed Hank well.
"I see..." Hank replied, curious, but also touched at how Connor notices the little things like his favourite food stand.
Hank watched Connor for a few seconds longer, taking in his handsome, soft side profile. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and his led was a calm blue. Hank couldn't help but think he looked incredibly beautiful. His gaze drifted down Connor's lithe but sturdy frame, draped in a crisp white t shirt and comfortable looking grey sweatpants. Hanks thoughts wandered to dangerous places, as they often did around the attractive android. He hadn’t dared ask for anything physical yet, but his mind didn’t always wait so patiently.
"Are you okay, Hank? You seem preoccupied." Connor set the knife aside, having finished with the vegetables, and turned to face him. He reached out, resting a gentle hand against Hank’s chest.
Hank’s face flushed a soft pink, and he hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Wha- I'm fine," he said quickly. "Just a stressful day at work."
Connor offered a small, half smile, not pressing him any further. Hank found himself gazing into those warm brown irises as he lifted a hand to cup Connor's face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The feeling lingered on his lips, the only thing stopping him from doing it again being the sudden remembrance that he hasn't yet changed out off his jeans and shirt into something comfier.
He pulled away, ruffling Connor's hair before saying, "I, uh, should go get changed."
Connor nodded and moved across the kitchen to fetch something from the other counter. Hank watched him go, and couldn't help but notice he seemed a little less chatty than usual tonight. He also saw a certain look in Connor's eyes after they kissed, one that almost looked... lustful. But Hank decided he must just be imaging it.
Hank disappeared into their bedroom, finally changing into his loungewear.
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Around an hour later, they were huddled together on the couch as true crime series played on the Tv. Hank had already finished Connor's 'healthy' remake of his favourite burger, and it's safe to say he was impressed. It tasted just like the real thing, exactly as Connor had promised. He also supposes it's nice knowing his dinner didn't come with enough cholesterol to send him into an early grave.
Connor was tucked at his side, eyes fixed on the screen with intense focus, as if he were analyzing every word said. Hank always found found it adorable how Connor took everything so literally, even during comedies, sitting there with a quizzical look on his face instead of laughing along.
This way for sure hanks favourite part of his day - his time to finally unwind.
Suddenly, Connor shifted beside him and sat up straighter. Hank glanced over, noticing the troubled look upon Connor's pretty face. He didn't have time to question before Connor let out a soft huff of breath, something he obviously didn't need to do, being an android. Yet it felt like he was trying to communicate something to him.
Hank knew Connor - knew he's not one to beat it around the bush. Hes direct, straightforward and says exactly what he means. So why was be acting strangely?
"Hank," Connor said softly, his eyes slightly narrowing as he held his gaze. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you, for a while now."
Connor’s hand came to rest on Hank’s inner thigh, dangerously close to a region he hadn't explored yet. Heat rushed through Hank in an instant, his skin far too aware of the way those slender figures felt. He wasn't sure if it was intentional, but it sure seemed it.
He didn’t wait for Hank to respond, as if he knew that if he didn’t say it right now, he might never find the courage to say it at all.
"Have you ever... considered..." Connor began, pausing and looking off into the distance as if he were struggling to find the right words. Something he rarely, if ever, did.
He removed his hand from hanks thigh, placing it into his own lap before continuing.
"...have you ever wondered what I'd be like as a sexual partner?" Connor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hanks mind went blank for a moment, first thing he thought being of course I have. He'd wondered endlessly what it'd be like to make love to Connor. However asking felt off limits. But now, with Connor next to him, hinting at wanting it too, Hank felt a rush of excitement at where this conversation might lead.
"Have I thought about fucking you?" Hank teased, smirking as he caught Connor raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Yes Connor, I have." He admitted, not bothering to pretend now they're talking about it.
"Oh- well," Connor started, his voice hesitant, clearly knowing what he wanted, but making it sound painful to ask.
"I wasn't sure... if you were aware I have functional genitalia... so..."
Hank decided to deliver to Connor what he knows he wants, by leaning in and pressing his lips against Connor's with a passionate and impatient kiss. As entertaining as it was to watch Connor awkwardly trying to communicate he wants to be screwed, Hank was already starting to feel warmer down south.
Hank had many questions - ones like, why would they give a police investigation android genitals? Or, why did Connor suddenly want him like this? But none of that mattered right now. All he cared about was where this was heading.
Connor deepened the kiss, his hand sliding into Hank’s hair and staying there. Hank felt him gently nibble at his lip, a request to be let inside, to which he obliged. They’d made out like this before, but Hank had only recently grown used to the feel of Connor’s artificial tongue. It had been strange at first, an unfamiliar feeling, but now he can't get enough of it.
Connor broke the kiss and quickly shifted into Hank’s lap, his hands tugging at the hem of Hank’s t-shirt the moment he settled there. Hank’s hands slid to Connor’s hips, his breath catching. "Jesus, Connor."
Their lips came together again, Hank’s hands sliding up Connor’s sides as they swallowed each other up. The weight of Connor in his lap made his cock twitch, already hardening from the pressure and the heat between them. The true crime series faded into nothing but noise in the background as their hands and mouths explored without a care for anything else.
Connor seemed impatient, desperate even, Hank wandered what had suddenly come over the android.
Connor pulled back again, and Hank watched his expression shift, as if something had just occurred to him. "I want to try something..." he said softly.
Hank raised an eyebrow, silent giving Connor the go ahead, knowing he'd enjoy whatever the android had in mind. He watched as Connor slid off his lap, and sunk to his knees In front of him. Hank was fully aware where this would go, and a breathy sound escaped him before he could stop it.
"Fuck..."
The sight before him was brain scrambling, one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. Connor looked gorgeous, gazing up at Hank with eyes full of want. His lips were still slick from making out, and the slightly oversized t shirt was just loose enough at the neckline to reveal Connor's sculpted collarbones. To Hank, Connor was perfect, every detail of him.
Hank scooted forward, positioning himself at the edge of the couch. He parted his legs just enough, giving Connor the space to slide between them.
Connor happily slid in between hanks legs with an obvious eagerness, wasting no time bringing a hand up to Hanks crotch to palm him through his shorts and underwear. Hanks breath hitched, eyes shutting at the warm and intimate touch. He was already fully hard, weeks of build up desire finally demanding release. Connor took his time, as if testing hanks reaction. Slowly, his other hand drifted to hands stomach, resting it upon the slight fat there.
The friction was intense, and Hank desperately wanted his clothes out of the way. As if reading his mind, Connor stopped the palming and started to slip his fingers into the waistband of Hanks shorts. Making strong eye contact, he asked softly, "Is this okay, Hank?"
Hank almost thought Connor was teasing, but the earnest look in his eyes made him realize he was serious. His reply came out faster than he intended, embarrassingly urgent.
"Yes- shit, keep going Connor... please."
Connor gave a lopsided, almost shy smile, and Hank lifted his hips slightly to help him pull down his pants. As soon as both pieces of clothing were out of the way, Hank’s cock sprang free, unapologetically hard.
Connor’s eyes widened for a brief second before his expression softened again, something like awe setting over his features. Hank knew this was a site he wasn't going to forget. Hank couldn’t help but wonder if Connor even knew what he was doing, the realisation hitting him that it was Connor's first time doing anything sexual. It made Hank pause for a moment, and decide he should let Connor know that he was allowed to stop whenever he needed to.
Before Connor could reach up to grab his cock, Hank spoke up, his voice low. "If you change your mind, at any time, it's okay... got it?" he said, meeting Connor’s eyes.
Connor nodded, wrapping a delicate hand around the base of Hank’s dick as he said, "Don't worry, I want this."
His eyes lingered on the tip, like he was quietly deciding what to do first. It was strangely endearing, Hank thought, and he reached down to run a gentle hand through Connor’s hair, in an attempt to reassure him.
Finally, Connor licked the head, eyes locked on Hank as if checking whether he was doing it right. Hank’s eyes fluttered shut, the sensation unfamiliar but intoxicating. Connor's tongue was warm and wet, and his hand at the base slowly stroked him, teasing upward and downward. A low groan slipped from hanks throat, the feeling everything he hoped for and more.
Seeming encouraged by Hanks reaction, Connor leaned in further, wrapping his lips around fully around the head. Hank felt his tongue swirl around the tip, swallowing every drop of pre cum. The warmth made him shiver, each lick making him grow warmer.
Clearly gaining confidence, Connor began to slowly bob his head, sucking Hank as his free hand slid up to grip his thigh. Hank’s hand remained tangled in Connor’s hair, gently smoothing over the soft brown locks. Connor’s other hand continued to jerk the base of his cock, the combined sensations and the sight of Connor on his knees in front of him overwhelming. Hank knew he’d be coming soon if this kept up, and he didn’t want that just yet. He wanted more time to explore Connor first.
Hank knew he had to stop him soon, or it would all be over right here. He could barely take any more of Connor wrapped around him, head bobbing with eagerness. He watched as Connor tried to take him deeper, and succeeded, nose brushing his pubic hair. Connor’s hand slipped away, replaced by his lips as he swallowed him down, leaving Hank breathless.
Heat surged up his cock, climbing closer and closer to the edge. He knew he had to pull Connor away, even though every part of him hated doing it. He tugged him up and off a little too hard, but Connor couldn’t feel it anyway, so it was fine.
Those wet brown eyes looked up at him in confusion, clearly wondering why Hank would stop when he’d been so close. A slick sheen still clung to Connor’s lips and chin as Hank gathered himself before explaining, "Fuck, sweetheart- I can't come yet."
Hank gestured for Connor to stand up, and Connor obeyed, climbing back into his lap. Hank’s hands slid to his waist while Connor’s arms curled around his neck, pulling him close. The space between them disappeared, leaving Hank uncomfortably aware of
his painfully hard and stiff cock between them.
"I wanna fuck you tonight Connor," Hank said, holding Connor’s gaze and watching his eyes darken with lust. He just needed to be sure it was what Connor wanted too. "please Hank, I need you..."
Hank lifted Connor effortlessly, his lips locked with the android’s in a needy kiss. Hank’s cock throbbed, but he knew he would have to wait a while before getting any action. He could also feel a bulge against his stomach, belonging to Connor. Sumo was asleep in the kitchen, curled up in his bed, so they shouldn't get disturbed.
Once in the bedroom, Hank gently set Connor down on the bed. He peeled off his own T-shirt, revealing his chest and stomach covered in light grey hairs. He noticed the hint of nerves in Connor's eyes, so he leaned down close enough to press a soft, reassuring kiss to Connor's temple. Connor's expression softened, a small smile appearing.
Connor must’ve realized Hank was fully naked while he was still dressed as he slowly pulled off his white T-shirt, revealing his bare torso. Hank had seen him like this before, just never with his bare privates. Connor’s frame was slim, but softly muscled, little hair and an even skin tone all over. It was quite the opposite of hanks.
Connor slowly lifted his hips and peeled off his sweatpants, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It was like a deliberate strip tease, sat on the edge of the bed, completely exposed and bare for Hank. Connor's dick was just as hard as hanks, pressed against his stomach and looking extremely realistic. Veins traced a thin blue line up the side, and Hank couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before. Now all he could think about was whether Connor’s entrance was just as realistic.
Hank’s voice dropped to a low, breathy murmur as he looked at Connor. "Fuck, you look so beautiful."
Connor’s cheeks tinted a soft shade of blue, his eyelashes fluttering as he met Hank’s eyes, "where do you want me, Hank?"
Hank thought for a moment, not sure whether he'd have to prep the android or not. His mind wandered over countless images of Connor, every position more seductive and erotic than the last, making his cock twitch with want. Finally, he made a decision and said, low and commanding,
"Get on all fours, honey."
He stared holes into Connor as he obliged, crawling further onto the bed and settling with his ass in the air, the most inviting thing Hank had ever seen.
Hank joined him on the bed, settling behind Connor. His finger slid forward, brushing a finger over Connor's tight, soft hole, the feeling making him let out a breathy pleasurable sound. He was growing impatient, desperate to fuck the man. He reached for the regular lube on the bedside table, but Connor’s voice stopped him.
"I bought some special lube, intended for androids," anticipation in his tone, "it should be in there."
Hank was curious how long Connor had planned this, how long he’d been waiting for this moment.
He found the special lubricant, grabbed it, and closed the drawer. Twisting the cap open, he squeezed a small amount onto his fingers, the cold gel sending a shiver through him as he spread it over Connor’s entrance. He knew it would take a few fingers to ease Connor fully, to get him ready to take his cock.
Hank slowly eased the first finger inside, feeling Connor tighten around him. Connor’s LED flickered orange for a brief second, and Hank pressed a soft kiss to his ass cheek, murmuring reassurance. He worked the finger in and out, feeling Connor’s walls engulf him, the special lube making it slightly easier. Soft, breathy sounds slipped from Connor, letting Hank know just how much he was feeling it.
After a few thrusts, Connor was ready for the second finger. Slowly stretching Connor, Han could feel him shiver under the pressure. Connor’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets as his body subtly pressed back against Hank.
Hank leaned closer, brushing his lips along Connor’s back, whispering, "Relax, Connor... I've got you." Connor moaned, and Hank could feel the wet warmth around his fingers, the way Connor’s body responded making him ache to go further.
Hank scissored Connor open a little more, making sure he was stretched just right to take him. Satisfied, he slid his fingers out. He grabbed the lube again, coating his red, throbbing cock, already hot and aching, ready for Connor.
He lined himself up with his entrance, and slowly pushed in, letting Connor’s wet warmth wrap around him. A low groan escaped his lips, feeling relief as he bottoms out and filled the android completely. His hands gripped Connor’s hips, steadying himself, while Connor’s soft moan of his name sent a shiver straight through him.
After a few seconds of letting Connor adjust, Hank slowly pulled back before driving in again. Both of them moaned, feeling intense pleasure and heat. Connor’s walls clung to him with every thrust, the tight, slick friction driving Hank wild as he moved in and out.
Hank thrusted at a steady rhythm, slow at first, letting Connor get used to the feeling. He gradually increased the pace, and Connor's cries grew louder, lewd sounds coming from both of them. Hank’s hands gripped Connor’s hips tighter, feeling the way Connor's muscles tensed and released around him.
Slowing slightly to lean down, Hank brushed his lips against Connor's ear and groaned, "Fuck, you feel so good."
Hank pressed a quick, tender kiss to Connor’s shoulder before coming back up. Then he slammed in again, not being able to stop himself from going harder. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, drowning out Connor's soft whimpers.
Hank could already feel himself getting extremely close to the edge, heat pooling in his stomach. He tried to hold back, wanting to stretch out this moment, to savor every second. But Connor’s breathy, needy plea cut through him, making it impossible to not let go.
"Come in me, Hank- please..."
Those filthy words were all Hank needed. Every last ounce of self-control evaporated, and he went over the edge, spilling deep inside Connor with a sharp moan. The release he’d been craving for so long finally happened. Connor shuddered beneath him, seemingly finishing shortly after Hank.
He slowly pulled out of him, and Connor immediately rolled onto his back, looking more tired than Hank had ever seen him. Hank chuckled softly, settling down beside him, and draped a blanket over them both. He guided Connor’s head to rest on his arm, watching Connor close his eyes in relaxation.
"That was amazing, Connor." He said softly and truthfully.
He still had plenty of questions, some from earlier, some that had only just formed, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Connor now. Instead, he let him rest, keeping his thoughts to himself for the moment.
He pressed a kiss to Connor's nose, and watched a lopsided smile form.