Thread by @CeilingKiwi

Connor has to work to be vocal in bed. It doesn’t come naturally to him. Sexual pleasure doesn’t naturally make him moan or plead or gasp for air (he doesn’t gasp under normal circumstances at all). But he tries to be vocal anyway because he knows Hank responds to it.

It’s hard for him to get the hang of it at first. The noises he makes sound fake at first, then he learns there’s such a thing as being /too/ vocal. Hank doesn’t like it when he imitates the porn stars he studied; Hank wants him to sound like /him./

But Connor was made for integrating data and adapting. It’s easy for him once he learns the proper patterns. He has to start out with soft noises. A wordless murmur when Hank kisses his neck, a sigh from the back of his throat when Hank trails his fingers down Connor’s side.

He likes to talk during sex. Modulating his voice so it’s low and breathy. “I feel like I’m going to break when you touch me there. The sensation of your fingers on my skin leaves my sensors sparking.”

He likes talking because everything he says is true, and Hank knows it.

But his favorite thing to do is say Hank’s name. No matter what Hank is doing to him, no matter how fast, hard, and brutal or how slow, luxurious, and tender. He loves whispering it, he loves screaming it, he loves feeling its shape in his mouth while Hank presses down for a kiss

It’s how Connor begs for what he needs most of all, it's how he begs for that intimate connection that lances through his chest and fills him with sweet agony whenever Hank so much as gazes into his eyes. He can feel it, he can feel all Hank’s love and his wanting and his despair

It’s how Connor crosses over into humanity to unite with Hank in a way that persists beyond sex.

“Ha-ank… Hank--!” Connor claws at Hank’s back. He needs more, he needs Hank, he needs--

“I’m here, baby,” Hank grunts. He rocks even deeper into Connor and Connor lets himself gasp, imagining its what he would do if he were human.

“Please… oh, oh, Ha-a-aaaank--!”

He isn’t faking. Even if he wouldn’t be making these noises if Hank didn’t respond to them, he doesn’t think of himself as faking. He’s just speaking a language he learned for the sole purpose of communicating with Hank.

He's expressing everything Hank means to him, everything Hank does to him, how Hank fulfills him in ways Connor never could have imagined before he knew him.

Afterwards, they lay in bed together, Connor pretending to pant from exertion while Hank holds him, nuzzling into his hair.

“Love you so goddamn much, Connor.”

Connor makes a soft noise as he turns his face to Hank’s. He knows Hank knows that means he loves him, too.