good morning twitter, today i am thinking about how easy it is to remove connor's arms and legs
He can be made... so helpless. Hank probably shouldn't find that as sexy as he does, this ruthless killing machine being reduced to all the functionality of a porcelain doll.
Willingly. For him.
They don't even spend most their time having sex when Connor lets Hank do this to him. Hank mostly just spends his time doting on Connor. Carrying him around the house, making sure he's comfortable. Petting his hair or rubbing his back.
Hank curled up on the couch watching television, one arm around Connor who's leaning into his chest. Every so often Connor shifts or makes a quiet noise when he wants Hank to touch him. It's frustrating to not be able to hold Hank in return, to crawl up him and demand attention.
Sometimes they wait to do this until Connor needs refueled so Hank can feed Connor personally. Hold a pouch of thirium by his head and let him drink... or maybe draw it away suddenly so some of it spills down Connor's front. Wasteful, but Hank loves the helplessness of it.
He washes Connor whenever Connor gets dirty like this. Gently with a warm washcloth. If he goes slowly enough, teases Connor's lips carefully enough, then Connor's eyes go cloudy with need and he'll chase Hank's fingers with his mouth. Whining softly as he leans after Hank's hand
He lets Connor suck on two fingers for the briefest of moments--then draws his hand away.
Connor makes an exasperated noise. "You're not being fair!"
Hank traces Connor's face, specifically avoiding Connor's mouth with an evil satisfaction. "Life isn't fair, babydoll."
Connor's frustration is palpable. He can scan Hank to sense how aroused he is, he can tell for himself how much Hank should want to give him whatever he wants. But this game leaves him utterly powerless and the only thing he can do is try to work Hank up as much as he can.
Connor kissing whatever parts of Hank his mouth can reach. Hank's armpit, Hank's shoulder, Hank's belly. Letting his chest heave in an utterly performative way, lowering his eyelids and turning his voice into a quiet moan.
"Hank..." Connor's torso tenses as he squirms. "Hank, why are you doing this to me? Hank, please..."
"Just look at you." Hank's voice is warm and heady. "Acting so needy. Have a little patience, babydoll, I'm not through playing with you yet."
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