[connor merely smirks, a small and fleeting thing as he sees the man fumble with them quickly so he doesn't miss a moment of this. he almost wishes he could see it from his view--what do they look like, together? long limbs, pale skin, perfect and blemish free tangled up with one another. he can certainly understand the idea of appeal to it, even if that is considered vain to admit.
but when 900 continues the internal dialogue, connor blinks, taken out of the entire moment in an instant.
900 is apologizing to him for connor's own hostility. as if he's done something wrong other than simply exist and create the emotions humans are so susceptible to when threatened: jealousy, envy, hostility. and none of it is his fault. he's only ever regarded connor with an aloof but polite facade, and now...he knows all along he'd been harbouring the soft edges of deviancy because of his fondness.
it makes him want to push up and kiss 900 free of his artificial breath, to slide his fingers against that perfect hair and muss it up. how could he have ever been so cruel to someone that is practically intrinsic to his own being?
his eyes meet 900's dead on, something hardened in what's normally a gentle brown. but it's not malice--it's challenge. conviction.]
That isn't true. I'd like to discuss this elsewhere, without the added inconvenience in the room. But maintaining our cover is the priority.
And 900?
[he waits until he feels the slickness of his soft tongue tracing along the pads of his fingers, no doubt getting a read on how aroused his body is. the client wouldn't know that; it's not for his benefit even though connor can hear the clink of a buckle behind them.]
I've turned my sensors up to 100%, if that answers any doubts.
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but when 900 continues the internal dialogue, connor blinks, taken out of the entire moment in an instant.
900 is apologizing to him for connor's own hostility. as if he's done something wrong other than simply exist and create the emotions humans are so susceptible to when threatened: jealousy, envy, hostility. and none of it is his fault. he's only ever regarded connor with an aloof but polite facade, and now...he knows all along he'd been harbouring the soft edges of deviancy because of his fondness.
it makes him want to push up and kiss 900 free of his artificial breath, to slide his fingers against that perfect hair and muss it up. how could he have ever been so cruel to someone that is practically intrinsic to his own being?
his eyes meet 900's dead on, something hardened in what's normally a gentle brown. but it's not malice--it's challenge. conviction.]
That isn't true. I'd like to discuss this elsewhere, without the added inconvenience in the room. But maintaining our cover is the priority.
And 900?
[he waits until he feels the slickness of his soft tongue tracing along the pads of his fingers, no doubt getting a read on how aroused his body is. the client wouldn't know that; it's not for his benefit even though connor can hear the clink of a buckle behind them.]
I've turned my sensors up to 100%, if that answers any doubts.