[ 'Sweetheart'. Something about that one hits Connor sideways, sends this chest-pump double-beating for a split second. ]
Perhaps after we're finished here. Leather seems fairly standard affair for sensual play, and I already know I enjoy black, greys, and blues... [ Connor's focus sheers through Hank on every level; can can watch the man's heart beat, track his blood-flow, watch the electricity spike and crackle in his brain. And he watches everything, every single detail just as hungrily as he observes Hank's restricted arousal. ]
And again, I'm exactly aware of everything you're doing, driving included [ He doesn't quite say 'I enjoy watching you sweat', but the sentiment sneaks in his subtext and his small serpentine smirk. One neatly sculpted eyebrow floats at the mention of some kind of reward for his obedient behavior, and the android's smile goes indulgent and enticed. ]
A reward? Such as? [ Dicey subject matter to dance around when Hank's already got a boner and they've almost arrived, but... Connor is, as always, relentlessly curious about his partner's thoughts.
A hand flits from the edge of his parcel and Connor almost, almost touches Hank's knee. His hand hovers in the air just above Hank's leg but the android pauses, stalled in carefully calculating uncertainty, and eventually returns his hand to absently and needlessly adjust his own tie. ]
It's a tall order, but I'll do my best. When I can see how badly you want me touch you, it's extremely difficult not to comply. Eagerly, even. Though I would prefer to be on time for my appointment, no matter how distracting you and your hard dick insist on being
[ It's all playful blame; Connor is being typically mischievous but beneath that, he's so very glad for Hank's company in this endeavor. He's never been conscious for bodily maintenance before, and while he's certainly not afraid, per-say... he's not sure what to expect. What if they want Hank's signature again? What if they have to switch him off for some reason?
Connor almost, almost touches Hank's leg again. He catches himself at the very last second. ]
You almost got me again. When did you get so irresistibly charming? [ His smile is utterly enamored. ]
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Perhaps after we're finished here. Leather seems fairly standard affair for sensual play, and I already know I enjoy black, greys, and blues... [ Connor's focus sheers through Hank on every level; can can watch the man's heart beat, track his blood-flow, watch the electricity spike and crackle in his brain. And he watches everything, every single detail just as hungrily as he observes Hank's restricted arousal. ]
And again, I'm exactly aware of everything you're doing, driving included [ He doesn't quite say 'I enjoy watching you sweat', but the sentiment sneaks in his subtext and his small serpentine smirk. One neatly sculpted eyebrow floats at the mention of some kind of reward for his obedient behavior, and the android's smile goes indulgent and enticed. ]
A reward? Such as? [ Dicey subject matter to dance around when Hank's already got a boner and they've almost arrived, but... Connor is, as always, relentlessly curious about his partner's thoughts.
A hand flits from the edge of his parcel and Connor almost, almost touches Hank's knee. His hand hovers in the air just above Hank's leg but the android pauses, stalled in carefully calculating uncertainty, and eventually returns his hand to absently and needlessly adjust his own tie. ]
It's a tall order, but I'll do my best. When I can see how badly you want me touch you, it's extremely difficult not to comply. Eagerly, even. Though I would prefer to be on time for my appointment, no matter how distracting you and your hard dick insist on being
[ It's all playful blame; Connor is being typically mischievous but beneath that, he's so very glad for Hank's company in this endeavor. He's never been conscious for bodily maintenance before, and while he's certainly not afraid, per-say... he's not sure what to expect. What if they want Hank's signature again? What if they have to switch him off for some reason?
Connor almost, almost touches Hank's leg again. He catches himself at the very last second. ]
You almost got me again. When did you get so irresistibly charming? [ His smile is utterly enamored. ]