Thread by @funkylilandroid

#Hankcon #Conhank thread time~ There be smut ahead, as well as some lovely fluff, and bottom!Hank~

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The week had been absolute hell. The weather was shitty, people were shitty, work was shitty, everything was just goddamn awful. Hank just wanted to sleep for 1000 years.

But he couldn't. He was working on a case, alongside Gavin Reed (of all people). Androids had yet to go back to the workforce, and while the DPD was eager to get Connor back, Fowler couldn't legally do anything ('Sorry Hank, it's out of my hands

As much as I want him back to help us, I can't risk my job. I'm sure androids will be able to work soon. I'll keep you posted.')

Connor, since then, had been living with Hank. It was awkward to start with, but eventually they learned to live in tandem.

And, somehow, along the way, fell in love.

But that was a story for another time.

Hank felt incredibly guilty, not being able to give Connor as much attention, with this case going on. He knew the android had to be bored, of just staying at home and being with Sumo.

More than once, Hank had come home to find everything reorganized, only to come back the next day to find it completely redone, once again. He had to stop Connor, when he couldn't even find a fork in his own goddamn house. He had to admit, it was a little amusing, though.

But, more often than not, when he got home, he only had enough strength to eat, shower, and then sleep, only to wake up the next morning and do it all over again. He and Connor sometimes chatted, sometimes Connor did all the talking. And nothing happened in the bedroom.

Just sleep. Between him getting home, and passing out in bed, he and Connor did share a few kisses and touches, but it never became more than that, as Hank was too tired to do much else. He felt guilty, knowing Connor probably was frustrated. But he handled everything in stride.

Even Hank, though, knew that Connor couldn't have the patience of a saint. He was deviant now, he could feel frustrated. Though, every time Hank wanted to apologize for being a bad lover, he usually fell asleep, before he could get the courage.

Finally, the case broke.

FINALLY. Despite Gavin's awful attitude, he wasn't too bad of a detective. He had to get to where he was, somehow, after all. But the case was finally done. Finished. Reports could wait until later, Fowler just wanted them to sleep. Even Gavin had been pushing himself with this.

Hank hardly remembered the drive home, but he somehow managed, without sleeping at the wheel. The cold weather outside woke him up a bit, as he walked to the front door, unlocking it, before stepping inside.

Sumo greeted him first, licking sloppily at his hand, tail wagging.

After giving him pets, Connor was next, spreading his arms out with a warm smile. Hank practically fell against him, wrapping his arms around him, sinking into his warm embrace...

...Next thing he knew, he was waking up in bed.

It was incredibly disorienting...

Had it all been a dream? Was he about to wake up in a few hours to go to work? He was in his normal sleep clothes. He felt around for his phone, but it was nowhere within reach. And Connor--

'...Hank?'

Connor was next to him, right where he always was. Right where he should be.

'Whu...?' Hank's voice was thick with sleep, as he rolled over onto his back, moving his head to the side to see Connor curled up, smiling at him.

'I believe that's the first time you fell asleep, while standing up.'

'...I what?'

Connor sat up a little, on his elbows.

'You came home, but the moment you embraced me, you started leaning your whole weight on me, and before I knew it, you had fallen asleep in my arms.'

Okay good, then it hadn't been a dream.

'...How long was I out...?'

'Almost 4 hours. It's 10:40pm right now.'

Hank ran a hand over his face, sighing heavily. Fuck. He hadn't meant to do that impromptu nap. That was going to fuck up his sleeping schedule. But now that he was awake (for now), he could...

'...I'm sorry, Connor.'

'Don't be, Hank. You needed your rest, and--'

'Not that.'

Connor blinked, his now yellow LED lighting up the room, as he tilted his head.

'I'm...I'm sorry for being a lousy lover. I hardly spent time with you during this, and all I did was stuff my face, and pass out snoring. You deserve better than that...'

Connor's LED went yellow-red.

'Hank, don't say that...' He took Hank's hand into his own, squeezing it, 'You were working on a case. You were busy. It's understandable, that you were too tired to do much else, when you got home.'

'Coulda paid more attention to you.'

'But you did.'

'All I did was kiss ya...'

'I'm satisfied with that.'

'C'mon Con, you *had* to have been frustrated with me. We haven't had sex in...what...almost a week?'

Connor's LED cycled yellow.

'...Don't give me the actual number, doofus.'

Hank chuckled, sitting up on his elbows as well, with a soft groan, 'Well, you deserve a 'treat' for being so patient. ...So have at it. Have at me.'

Connor's LED went a surprised red.

'Hank--'

'Con, I'm still tired, so I won't be able to do much. I'll pay you back later.'

'Hank, you don't have to pay me back--'

'And I apologize if I fall asleep during sex. You always manage to make me feel so good and relaxed, so... But hey, if I do fall asleep, keep goin'.'

'Wait, Hank, you're asking me to--'

'Yeah, you got my full permission to--'

Connor looked nervous, his LED flashing between yellow and red, 'But...while sleeping...w-wouldn't that be--?'

'I'm consenting now.'

'But that's not the same as...'

Hank groaned, taking Connor's hand...and placing it right on his crotch, where he was already starting to stir.

'Okay, I won't force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but god*dammit* I want you, Con...'

Connor's fingers twitched against Hank's cock, and even in the dim light, Hank could see that want spark in his eyes.

'Take carer of me, Connor...'

Connor swallowed--an unnecessary action--and nodded, 'Of course, Hank. I'll take care of you.'

They smiled warmly at each other, before Connor leaned over, claiming Hank's lips in a gentle, but loving kiss. It was short, but Hank absolutely melted at it.

'Can you flip over for me?'

Hank gave him a questioning look, but Connor's hand's were already on his hips, attempting to flip him over anyways. Hank chuckled at that, rolling over as Connor asked.

'What, gonna fuck me into the pillows?'

Connor paused, before slipping Hank's shorts and underwear off, 'Well, this is the best position for me to give you a rim job...'

Oh...

(TBC 'cuz I'm getting sleepy ;u; )

Connor hummed softly, almost appreciatively, his hands moving up to cup at Hank's cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze, making Hank bite out a groan, as he moved into them.

'May I give you a rim job, Hank?'

'Fuuuck, d-don't be so formal about it, Connor...'

'In that case...'

Hank felt Connor shift, before his body was draped over his, artificial breath tickling at his ear.

'Can I eat you out, and devour you whole, my darling?'

The words, and the tone, went right to Hank's cock, and his hips twitched on their own accord.

He could practically feel Connor smirk and, with a parting nibble to his earlobe, he pulled back. He took hold of Hank's hips again, raising them slightly, before his hands moved to part his cheeks. Hank let out quite the lewd moan, as he felt that wonderful tongue run along him.

Connor didn't tease for long, before he started probing at that tight ring of muscle. Hank's hand were in a death grip on the pillow underneath of him, as he felt that tongue breach him. His face flushed several shades, feeling something cool trickle down his thigh.

Apparently, Connor was producing quite a lot of excess, artificial saliva for this. He knew Hank liked it messy. Connor did too, the horny android. Plus the more slick, the easier it was.

Hank tried to move into that lovely tongue, but Connor's hands stilled him.

'Let me take care of you, Hank...' His voice was only slightly muffled, he must've just barely raised his head, 'You do nothing. Let me do all the work, okay?'

Hank could only nod, as Connor dove right back in, that tongue penetrating him in one fell swoop.

That tongue, and working jaw, were making quick work of him. Despite his tired body, his cock was hard and ready to go. He wanted nothing more than to rut into the mattress, to give his aching cock some relief, but Connor had said not to move...

Fucking tease.

Hank's thighs started to tremble, from the pleasure and effort of keeping himself up. Strained moans were muffled into the pillow, he was smashing his face into. If Connor wasn't careful, he was going to come from this alone. ...Wouldn't be the first time, though.

He felt Connor's hands move, holding him up under his thighs. He was supporting him so effortlessly... God, that strength of his turned him on. The thought made his hips twitch again, and he let out a soft cry into the pillow, as one of Connor's hands finally wrapped around him.

He felt him stop.

'Are you close, Hank?'

Hank could only let out a pleasured noise, chest heaving, legs trembling, as he felt more of Connor's saliva trickle down his thighs.

'Use your words, darling.'

Cheeky little--!

'Y-Yes...' Hank moved his head, out of the pillow.

'Tell me what you want, Hank.'

'I...I want you...'

In the dim light, he saw the room turn yellow, as Connor went thoughtful, before it went blue once more.

'We need to switch positions, then. I want to hold you, as you come undone, Hank...'

Moving right now seemed like a titanic effort, but if he was thinking about the position Connor wanted him to be in, he felt a little more strength return to him.

'G-Gonna need...a bit of help, sweetie...'

He heard Connor chuckle warmly, giving his hole one more parting lick.

Hank was pliant in Connor's hands, as they switched positions. Putting some pillows up against the headboard, Connor sat back against them, spreading his legs slightly, as he slotted Hank into his lap. Though he kept one hand supporting him, as his other went for the lube.

'Just sit like that for a moment, okay? I won't be long. You're plenty slick, but I want to make sure you're comfortable, and--'

God, he talked too much for something so simple.

Hank surged forward, claiming Connor's lips in a passionate kiss. Connor quickly responded.

Hank let his tongue wrap around Connor's, and he sucked on it gently, feeling the android underneath of him practically vibrate, no doubt getting a surge of data from that. He heard the lewd noises of Connor pumping himself, lubing himself up...before those fingers moved up...

And two teased at his hole, making him gasp hard enough to break the kiss.

'You're so warm, Hank...' Connor mouthed against his beard, his fingers gently working Hank open. His legs weren't the only thing trembling now, 'I've got you, baby, I've got you...'

Hank mewled out a moan, melting at the pet name. Connor's lips found his, though the kiss was brief, as the fingers moved away, and Hank felt himself being lowered down onto Connor's cock.

Hank was dimly aware that Connor was wearing his hoodie still...but nothing underneath.

He almost brought that up, but the head of Connor's cock was stretching him pleasantly and he could only tilt his head back and moan, trembling as Connor attacked at his throat, needy growls leaving him, as synthetic teeth scraped against the skin there.

It felt like hours passing by, as Hank slowly sank down onto Connor. But each moment was amazing, as he felt himself being filled, stretched open by the love of his life underneath of him. The overwhelming sensation brought tears to his eyes, and he blinked them away.

Connor spotted them instantly, and reached out to tilt Hank's head down, as he kissed and licked away the tears, whispering sweetly against him.

'You're so amazing, love...'

'I've got you, Hank...'

'I love you so much, Hank...'

Once Hank was fully seated, Connor's cock sheathed inside of him, he let out a soft whimper, kissing lightly at Connor's lips, needy for him. Connor delivered, kissing back, as his hands wandered. They moved under his shirt, breaking the kiss briefly to take the shirt off.

Once it was off and tossed to the side, they were lip locked once more, and Hank's trembling hands moved to remove Connor's hoodie (technically his hoodie, but who was counting?). But Connor stopped him, pulling back from the kiss to give him a cheeky smile.

'Let me do all the work, remember?'

Hank could only huff at him, eliciting a chuckle from him, as Connor moved to slip the hoodie off, letting it fall to the side. They pressed closed, kissing each other once more.

Connor's cooler hands wandered over Hank's body, appreciatively. They pressed against his gut, grabbed at his love handles, moved up to his chest and gently grabbed at his pecs. Hank melted under his touch, moaning breathlessly into the kiss.

His hands gripped at Connor's shoulders tightly, the synthetic skin pulling back, as Connor's hips started to move.

Hank could only hold on, powerless to do much else, as he felt Connor moving inside of him, pleasuring him.

Thankfully, Connor was going slow at first, and for that Hank was grateful. He clenched around Connor's length, hearing him moan wonderfully in response. Hank tried to move into his thrusts, going by muscle memory, but Connor's hands on his hips stilled him, gripping him tight.

Probably hard enough to bruise, but Hank didn't care. He wanted Connor to mark him. He only wished he could mark Connor in return...

'Hank...'

'I-I know...No mo--moving...S-Sorry...'

Connor smiled warmly at him, moving up to kiss him again.

The kiss was brief, as Connor started to speed up his thrusts, and Hank broke away with a loud moan, feeling Connor go deeper inside of him. His hands moved from Hank's hips, to under his thighs, gently lifting him up and pushing him down with each thrust.

It didn't take long for Hank to be a moaning mess, sweaty hands scrambling on Connor's shoulders for purchase. His cock was rubbing up against Connor's smooth body, twitching and leaking. Connor's pace didn't change much, but his hands never tired, still supporting Hank's weight.

'You're so lovely, Hank...' he purred, shifting to move closer to Hank, nipping at his chest, teeth teasing at his nipples, 'All mine... So big, and all mine... So amazing, Hank...I love you so much, I love all of you so much...'

Hank couldn't form coherent words at the moment.

But he did whimper out a soft moan, trembling in Connor's lap, as he ate up the praise, eyes watery again. One hand moved from Connor's shoulder, resting on his chest, above his 'heart.' He could feel it thrumming under his palm, nice and strong.

Connor's lips pressed against Hank's chest, above his own heart. Hank dipped his head down, nuzzling into Connor's hair, finally forming a messy string of words, tongue heavy with pleasure.

A mix of 'Connor' and 'I love you' and 'I love you so much.'

Connor tilted his head up, capturing Hank's lips in another passionate kiss, hands grabbing at Hank, pulling him closer, giving him another angle to thrust into. And that angle was the one, as Hank's body jolted, feeling Connor hit home.

Hank broke the kiss, crying out softly and moaning, as Connor moaned with him, attacking at his neck, biting and sucking at tender spots, as his hips moved steadily, but mercilessly. Hitting that spot again, and again, and again...

'C--Con...Connor, I'm...!'

'I've got you, Hank...'

Connor's arms wrapped around him, holding him close, synthetic nails biting into his soft, supple flesh, 'Come for me, baby...'

Hank felt apart in Connor's arms, toes curling, hands squeezing at him, as he cried out Connor's name.

The orgasm crashed over him like a wave, and he could only ride it out, his cum making a mess between his belly and Connor's body. Incoherent words left him, as Connor continued moving, helping him ride out his orgasm.

A pleasant bliss took over, and Hank's awareness faltered.

He was aware of Connor coming, feeling him fill him with his release, feeling it trickle out of him. He felt his cock twitch, releasing a little more at the sensation.

Then he felt like he was floating.

That sensation lasted a few minutes.

The next thing he became aware of, was Connor's hand rubbing his back, and his soft lips kissing at his neck and shoulder. Hank's body was limp and heavy against his, completely boneless. He found enough strength to nuzzle into Connor's neck, and he heard Connor chuckle.

'There you are... I've got you, Hank.' he whispered, a hand moving up into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. Hank was dimly aware he needed to shower, but that seemed impossible at the moment, 'Relax...I love you, Hank. I've got you. Go ahead and rest...'

Hank knew they couldn't fall asleep like this. ...But he trusted Connor to move him. To make them both comfortable, before turning in for the night. And trusted Connor to be there in the morning, when he woke up.

Or afternoon. Whichever.

Hank mumbled out what he hoped was an 'I love you' into Connor's neck. He heard Connor hum, though whether that was accompanied by words or not, he wasn't sure.

Sleep took over quickly, and he drifted off into a peaceful rest, in the arms of the one he loved, and who loved him.

THANK YOU FOR READING, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! 😊💜💜💜