Thread by @FastHankconSmut

I am *elated* you ask such. Let me elaborate, friend.
✨Fluff ahead and Connor’s eternal cringing.

https://twitter.com/twlnkfucker/status/1185757483085811713

Connor’s approach to that is even less sexy than getting Hank to call him baby.

It’s actually terrible, on a grander scale, even if Hank is surprisingly receptive of it. He keeps his cool and everything.

It’s like that law where when one person is freaking out, the other person finds someway to stay calm- even though there’s chaos taunting down on them. That weird balance.

And, its a blessing from the angels, too, because Connor about pisses himself at the grocery store.

They stop at a big bin full of pumpkins.

“Hey, baby. Wanna carve a jack-o-lantern this year?”

Hank used to always do it with stacks of newspaper surrounding the floor, scooping pumpkin goop out onto them. He uses towels now, since the other has been done away with. He can sill find that special nostalgic feeling, though, so long as he has someone he *loves* at his side.

Like ✨Connor.

Plus, Sumo likes getting the chance to curl up on someone’s knee. It’d be fun for everyone.

Connor looks ecstatic, eyes lit up like stars. He likes trying new things, but epscailly with Hank✨.

“Yes, daddy.”

In fact, he’d *love* to.

There’s a beat where Connor just stares at him all puppy eyes, love-sick to the nth degree, and looking hopeless to anyone walking by.

Hank is staring at him like he’s some kind of stranger who just came up and grabbed his shopping cart.

There’s a millisecond more of Connor’s adoring staring and total enchantment, before his face changes, and Hank can see the exact moment his entire existence seems to crumble in on itself.

“Oh, uh, hey-“

Connor hisses out a curse. He’s stuck between standing there like a lead weight and wanting to push his way down the aisle and through the front door. Maybe live under a bridge for a month.

“No, no, it’s ok. It’s-yeah. It’s fine.”

Connor starts looking between the cart and the direction of the exit, one goal in mind.

Before he can hop the shelves and book it, Hank puts a hand on his back, steadying him.

“Hey, let’s pick out that pumpkin.” He says softly.

He pushes Connor along while he chooses their pumpkin and gets he rest of their groceries. He’s trying to spare Connor his weird feelings. Trying to be civil for as long as he can suppress his horrific perversions. Connor is dangerously close to shorting out.

Hank gets him out of there while he’s still got working fans, but the drive back where it’s just the two of them, alone in his car, threatens the very fabric of Connor’s core processors.

Hank makes himself dinner that night and keeps Connor in his sight at the table.

He hardly speaks, despite his usual role here as the more talkative of the two. Hank still makes conversation.

“Haven’t made this dish in a while.”

“Sumo needs a new collar. Keeps burying the damn things.”

“Let’s stay up and watch a movie.”

“How’s that Josh guy?”

Connor answers all of them with a weird catch in his throat, keeping each one short.

Hank doesn’t force anything, but he’s got a plan.

They stay up and watch that movie-Connor rather absently.

Hank slings his arm around him real tight, while Connor goes still and turns a shade blue.

Several shades. It comes and goes in waves- perhaps the stages of denial working through him on a loop.

Hank waits until the credits role to give Connor his routine night kiss.

It isn’t just some kiss before bed- they had plenty of those.

This kiss was Connor’s absolute *favorite*.

Hank would scoop him up by the hips and pull him over, kicking Connor’s legs out to straddle his massive thighs. It was Hank’s favorite kiss, too, if only to see Connor sitting so tall and pretty in his lap with his hands on his chest.

Yes, that was definitely why.

But, it was also the perfect place to give Connor his daily dose of doting.

Where Hank could give him his undivided attention, lather him in the praise Connor so obviously coveted. It didn’t take a genius to know that dating Connor meant lots of it

Lots of one-on-one time where Hank laid everything out on the table, no holding back. And, he had gotten pretty good at that.

Connor almost wasn’t in the mood to be the center of attention tonight. Not after he....Well.

But, then there were thumbs on his hip bones, rubbing at them, and a beard at his throat.

“You like the movie?” Hank murmured against it. Connor felt his head dip back of its own will, inviting that scratchy, tickling feeling in. His hips pushed closer.

He tried to mumble his reply, but he was made to suck in a breath when Hank started feeling around his belly.

“Hm?” He hummed, fully aware that he was distracting him from answering.
“What was that, baby?”

Connor tried to adjust himself.
“I don’t-“

“Daddy couldn’t hear you.”

He nipped, not hard, but just enough to make Connor jump. His hands digging into Hank’s chest.

“Ha-Hank!”

He felt around higher, looking for that sweet little freckle that sat just below Connor’s peck.

It was a touch darker than the rest, and while he had it etched perfectly into memory, Hank was still very tempted to hike his shirt up and take a look. Give a little nip there, too.

He took his time peppering kisses under Connor’s jaw line, forcing his head to tilt back as he assaulted the hidden line of his chassis.

He worked Connor over, touched him soft and slow, until he had him as far as he could get him from his embarrassment earlier that day.

He used to think there was no way to convince a brain so computerized to forget something, but Hank had since mastered the art of wooing him. Validation was really all Connor needed to be happy.

Praise him for a job well done.

Show him he still loved him by giving him his kisses. Prove to him he hadn’t messed up- that Hank didn’t particularly mind this new revelation-though it’d been surprising.

There was only one way to do that.

“Wanna move this somewhere more comfortable?”

“I...I think so.”

It was hard for him to say when his neck was assaulted like this. He moved his hand to thread shaking fingers through silvery hair.

“Yes.” He purred.

Hank pat his hip, moving to lift him off his lap.

“Alright, baby. Let daddy warm you up.”