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[Continued from here]

[Connor is visibly relieved by his acceptance, and takes his hand to lead him into the bedroom.]

I won't make you do it in the water.

[This time. Mostly because he's not sure how that would work yet. He tugs Hank over to the bed, then pulls him in for another kiss, fingers working to push his coat off his shoulders and opening his waistcoat. So many layers...]

[He's' giggling. He can hear himself giggling like a fucking love-starved teenager and for a moment Hank feels like he's lost at least ten if not twenty years in his age. Well, at least until Connor starts to work his clothing and tries to do the same to the other, except he realizes how slow his movements are.

Also maybe not feeling all that great about his body. The years had caught up to him and even if he'd been more active here, it was still going to be a good while before he had at least lost part of his belly.]

Christ, I'm not sure if you should see this...

[That giggling is good to hear. It makes Connor smile fondly as he lets Hank relieve him of his own waistcoat.]

I've seen it. I asked about your tattoo, remember?

[Though maybe this is different, since they'll be touching each other. Speaking of which, Connor undoes Hank's shirt finally and presses kisses along his collarbone, peeling the fabric off him and letting it drop to the floor.]

[It makes him stop briefly, looking at Connor in a mixture of tension and hesitation.]

Right, but...

[They were't doing anything. They weren't doing this. They weren't - oh okay, now Connor's going to town on his collar bone, why was he asking himself so many goddamn questions?

Just let go, his mind tells him. Stop goddamn worrying so much. It was still hard to down out the voices completely, but each step into this was quieting them a little more, or changing their tune entirely. The good news was that Hank had years of experience build around him, age or not. He needs to concentrate less on himself and how he feels and more on Connor and how he feels about him. Somehow in between the kissing, he manages to remove the shirt from him, and lo and behold it's basically an Adonis of perfectly calculated curves that were probably the result of five years of marketing if not more. He appreciates, if his little growl is anything to go by, before kissing him again.]

Connor, you're a goddamn work of art. Still not sure if Cyberlife are geniuses or perverted bastards, but whoever designed you deserves a medal.

[Designed to work harmoniously with humans - that line had always been stuck in his head along with the one about being able to adapt and that wink he'd given him. Honestly, looking back he'd been doomed from the start.]

[Connor leans against Hank as they kiss again, smiling at the compliment. He doesn't have many feelings on how he looks outside of wanting to be presentable, but he knows he's attractive. Hearing Hank say it is nice though, and makes him feel good.]

Maybe they're both.

[He starts to undo Hank's belt, slipping his hand into his pants and fondling him through his underwear. Just to encourage him. He doesn't want Hank to change his mind, after all.]

Yeah they fucking are.

[They sure are moving fast from first to second and third base, Hank realizes, just throwing caution in the air and going for a home run at this point. At this point Hank knows he won't be changing his mind (at least for the next few hours) and Connor doesn't really need to encourage him, he wasn't completely joking about the hard comment and goes into a mixture of being both pleased and needed to do the same to Connor.]

Why the fuck would they even program you to do this? [Like did someone at Cyberlife think, "hey we gonna need Connor to seduce someone for his missions."] Not that I'm really complaining.

[It's this weird cusp of being both turned on and confused. It's not a bad feeling really.]

You know I haven't done this in literal years , right? Even more with another guy...

[Well, apart from his right hand. The same hand which was doing a pretty good job of figuring out of Cyberlife had made him completely like a human male and yeap that's a very hard yes.]

You can feel this, right? Tell me they didn't just give you this shit and no way to enjoy it yourself. Would be a crime against God at this point.

I don't think they did program me to do it.

[It's all Connor at this point. He sighs as Hank touches him, moving to tug Hank's pants and underwear down.]

I can feel it.

[He brushes his lips over Hank's neck, then leaves a little nip behind.]

And don't worry. We can take it slow.

[Now that Hank is out of his clothes, that is. He's been moving fast up to this point, but he'll slow down if Hank needs him to.]

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