✨Imagine Hank so terribly self-conscious about his body and getting naked in front of Connor. Then it finally comes time for them to do the do, and Hank’s just standing there, 5 feet away and looking like he’s stressed to death.
Connor doesn’t even need to do a scan, he can see the pulse in his throat jumping. So he keeps his distance, and tries to ease Hank into it.
“Ok, Lieutenant, I’ll let you set the pace :)”
Hank‘s run out was to stall this with and knows at this point and he needs to
“Ok, Lieutenant, I’ll let you set the pace :)”
Hank‘s run out was to stall this with and knows at this point and he needs to
get the ball rolling if he’s gonna show Connor a good time.
He slowly takes his shirt off, all nervous and worried.
He slowly takes his shirt off, all nervous and worried.
After he pulls it over his head, exposing his soft tits and thick belly, he sees Connor standing there, still :)
but with a raging erection hard enough to cut a gaddamn diamond down the middle. Just screaming
but with a raging erection hard enough to cut a gaddamn diamond down the middle. Just screaming
inside and trying to stay standing through a series of violent system crashes.
(;’๐‿ ๐)
“Looking good. N-now I’ll undress.”
(;ಠ‿↼’.)
“All set!”
Connor wants to punch the little box in his spine controlling his dick the way Hank punches the tv when it fucks up recording shit.
(;’๐‿ ๐)
“Looking good. N-now I’ll undress.”
(;ಠ‿↼’.)
“All set!”
Connor wants to punch the little box in his spine controlling his dick the way Hank punches the tv when it fucks up recording shit.
