[connor's fingers flex against the table as he moans against it again and tries to ride back against hank's face for more. every slick swipe of his tongue, scratch of his beard and firm grip with those hands has him leaking against the smooth wood surface. honestly, he's wet enough on his own that hank doesn't actually need to bother with it--but he must be feeling generous despite his role and connor isn't going to complain.
he turns to look over his shoulder, biting down on his lip when hank stops and pulls out his flushed, heavy cock. connor nearly goes cross-eyed just looking at it, his hole clenching in anticipation that hank is going to fuck him so soon. he ducks his head again, letting his eyes close so he can just feel the blunt head of it splitting him open--only it doesn't come. instead he gets a sharp slap that rings out into the room, connor's eyes flying open with a startled oh.]
I--
[there it is again. it's not pain per se, but he can feel the pressure and the zing of it because he specifically wants to and has turned up his sensors to feel it best as possible with his existing functions. he does know he likes it, especially when hank pushes into him with practically no resistance and then forces him to squeeze hard around his finger from another smack.]
Oh--shit--Lieutenant, please punish me. However you see fit, I deserve it. I n-need your firm hand.
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he turns to look over his shoulder, biting down on his lip when hank stops and pulls out his flushed, heavy cock. connor nearly goes cross-eyed just looking at it, his hole clenching in anticipation that hank is going to fuck him so soon. he ducks his head again, letting his eyes close so he can just feel the blunt head of it splitting him open--only it doesn't come. instead he gets a sharp slap that rings out into the room, connor's eyes flying open with a startled oh.]
I--
[there it is again. it's not pain per se, but he can feel the pressure and the zing of it because he specifically wants to and has turned up his sensors to feel it best as possible with his existing functions. he does know he likes it, especially when hank pushes into him with practically no resistance and then forces him to squeeze hard around his finger from another smack.]
Oh--shit--Lieutenant, please punish me. However you see fit, I deserve it. I n-need your firm hand.