I'm curious, but... I'm not sure exactly what that would entail. I don't want to be truly, legally owned by you, but... there's still something about the idea...
[ He looks at Hank not too unlike a confused puppy, given a command trick above his level of expertise. He looks stumped, but also a very particular kind of flustered. He shakes his head rather briskly at the idea of trying this branch of kink with someone else because-- no, no, that doesn't feel right to him. He can fathom more frivolous activities with some unknown stranger, but treading these waters in particular feels-- potentially hazardous. ]
I don't think I would similarly enjoy this idea with anyone I didn't trust, as much as I trust you. Knowing you love me... that makes it... better somehow? Maybe... desirable?
[ Hank explaining his own preferences really does help give Connor a baseline for this whole concept. Just his bite marks, as a symbol of ownership, without all the entailing obligations (of being a machine owned by a human) are... enjoyable. Because they represent something more than Connor owning Hank in the literal, worst possible way. The represent... something else. The concept feels spiritually closer to guardianship, like he is a keeper of Hank's dearest dreams and desires. ]
I see... I'm not sure my skin can form bruising that way. Maybe after the upgrades? There is an extensive software update so-- oh, yes, next left at the lights. Turn down fifty third street, and you'll come to a moderately sized strip-mall on the right
[ Connor sits back in his seat, appearing pensive with his jaw tipped down and a finger tapping thoughtfully at his chin. ]
How else can someone express a sense of ownership in a harmless way? If not with bite-marks? What else is there?
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[ He looks at Hank not too unlike a confused puppy, given a command trick above his level of expertise. He looks stumped, but also a very particular kind of flustered. He shakes his head rather briskly at the idea of trying this branch of kink with someone else because-- no, no, that doesn't feel right to him. He can fathom more frivolous activities with some unknown stranger, but treading these waters in particular feels-- potentially hazardous. ]
I don't think I would similarly enjoy this idea with anyone I didn't trust, as much as I trust you. Knowing you love me... that makes it... better somehow? Maybe... desirable?
[ Hank explaining his own preferences really does help give Connor a baseline for this whole concept. Just his bite marks, as a symbol of ownership, without all the entailing obligations (of being a machine owned by a human) are... enjoyable. Because they represent something more than Connor owning Hank in the literal, worst possible way. The represent... something else. The concept feels spiritually closer to guardianship, like he is a keeper of Hank's dearest dreams and desires. ]
I see... I'm not sure my skin can form bruising that way. Maybe after the upgrades? There is an extensive software update so-- oh, yes, next left at the lights. Turn down fifty third street, and you'll come to a moderately sized strip-mall on the right
[ Connor sits back in his seat, appearing pensive with his jaw tipped down and a finger tapping thoughtfully at his chin. ]
How else can someone express a sense of ownership in a harmless way? If not with bite-marks? What else is there?