Thread by @FastHankconSmut

I’m writing some of the smut angst for my Hank1700 thread, and I just need a moment to get some of this filth out of me so I can focus.

✨Rimming, Blowjob, Disaster human Connor, *Unhealthy coping mechanisms*, Pampering the stressed baby, *mentions of rough sex*
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Hk800 knows Connor loves to overwork himself. It’s like this strange institution he lives by that if he runs himself ragged, he can enjoy a little bit of relaxation at the end of the day. A ‘reward’ system. Only it’s completely unbalanced, and Connor seems to be doing a lot

more punishing than rewarding himself. Hk really expected no less from the man, and since his first inkling of sentience, he’s been having to deal with it in silence. He watches Connor skip his lunch breaks so he can focus on his work, and often he’ll find him sitting at his desk

well past his shift has ended.
The captain lays into him about overtime- they have ‘all the help they need’, now that they’re employing the use of android detectives. Connor gets miffed that two extra robots with a bunch of fancy coding are more capable of doing his job than

he is, considering how much he sacrifices for this department.

But, as more androids establish their sentience and deviate, and the revolution comes about, things shift *dramatically* between Connor and his partner. Hank has taken up a much more active role in Connor’s

health. He’s implemented rules about skipping meals, and avoiding sleep, and working too much. Connor mostly listens, but those are only the things Hank can monitor when he’s around- the rest of Connor’s emotional baggage is in his own hands when he’s in the privacy of his

own home, and Hank has little faith in him. Not unreasonably.

When Connor expresses an interest in him, Hank finds he’d rather indulge him in it as a means to further keep him from harm. Connor wasn’t beneath talking up a ‘shady individual’ with a lot more force than him to feed

his desire- Hank guesses that was his appeal to Connor. The smaller man portrayed several qualities that suggested he preferred a less dominant role, led by an ‘alpha’ male during sex. Hank mostly fits the bill, so that must be Connor’s attraction to him.

This in mind, he’d rest

much easier knowing Connor was under his strong, capable hands, than some stranger’s who could horribly mistreat him.
If...God help him... Connor was into being thrown around a bit... Hank would prefer he be the one to do it, so as to keep Connor from any real damage.

His punishments for himself were brutal enough, and Hank had to keep him in check whenever he was able to. When he decided to tell Connor he was willing to commence a ‘relationship’, Connor looked surprised, not thinking Hank could consider his interest in him as anything beyond

some wishful, empty flirting, and also a bit concerned. Connor was *deeply* entrenched in his affection for Hank, and the complicated mess it’d turned out to be to try and navigate that for as long as he’s had to, well... this has been an issue for longer than acceptable.

This put a new stress on his ‘reward system’ that he hadn’t had to adjust for in a long time. A ‘sexual partner’, having to accommodate someone else into his lonely life entailed a lot more give and take he’d have to work around. His partners almost always demanded more of him

than he did of himself. *Almost*.

But, *Hank*. His gorgeous Hank. He deserved to be Connor’s utmost priority.

Meanwhile, Hank hadn’t realized Connor’s mistreatment of himself could get any worse, until it was happening.

Connor was a flustered mess in bed- his pick up lines

were grossly cliche and punny, and his attempt to give Hank a strip show, which turned out to make him hotter than the sun in fucking July, ended with him trying to gorge himself on Hank’s dick with no preparation.

Hank had never struggled to keep his composure before, but then

this freckled, brown eyed angel had never been naked and throwing his panties on the floor by Hank’s jacket before, either. Hank gathered himself and forced himself to have some control.

Connor needs to work himself up, he needs to take the damage this could cause seriously.

Connor agrees eagerly enough, and goes to suck his fingers wet, and move to all fours on the bed to stick them behind him. He certainly does, quite unceremoniously.

Hank’s not happy about the way Connor winces and twists his wrist. He’s rushing this, he’s forcing his body to

comply. That’s not what Hank wants, and it’s not what Connor needs. He knows what Connor *needs*.

“Almost there, big boy.” Connor murmurs, and, yes. It’s unbelievably sexy, but Hank has to keep his wits about him. He needs Connor to cool things down, now.

He sits up, cock still

ramrod straight, and pulls Connor’s arm away.

“Hank?”

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” He moves around the bed to get behind Connor’s backside. The skin of his hole is red and puffy, as he imagined. Connor feels stuck to the bed, a warmth flooding his stomach. Hank has a clear

view of *everything*- his smooth balls, his tight hole. That errant freckle right *there*.

Hank laves his tongue over the tight pucker. Connor squeals in surprise and jolts away, but Hank doesn’t follow.

His hand comes up to rest on Connor’s flank, rubbing over it, and trying

to soothe Connor back into his mouth. Connor complies, another heat beginning to pull in groin, making him flush and dip his head between his shoulders.

The wet heat of Hank’s mouth is there to greet him the moment he returns to put his trust in the android.

*This* is how you reward good behavior.

“Ahh~”

Hank’s found a rhythm, sweeping his tongue over his hole in upward strokes. Connor feels dizzy. His arms give out from the struggle to sit idly through the pleasure, and he plummets face first into the bed.

Hank doesn’t stop-

Connor’s hole needs his care, if he’s going to go sticking much bigger things in it. He kisses the tight skin and sucks around the ring far gentler than Connor can stand right now. His lashes flutter, andhis doey eyes roll back.

Hank’s satisfied here, the skin gives and relaxes

under his pliant tongue. But, he’s certainly not done coaxing Connor into a puddle.

Hank grips Connor’s hip and grabs ahold of a thigh and hoists. He deftly maneuvers himself onto his back and underneath him, bringing Connor’s leg back down over his chest before the young man

can even realize what’s happening. He’s above Hank, straddling him on either side of his broad chest, forcing Connor’s legs to go wide. His lower stomach rests on Hank’s forehead, and his cock, flush with his excitement, hangs low between his legs, right in front of Hank’s face.

He yelps, and feels his face warm. He knows what Hank intends to do. The big man’s hands wrap around him to get a handful of freckled ass and cups it. He pulls Connor in so that the head of his prick nudges against Hank’s lip, smearing his precum. Connor whimpers and
tries

to shift his legs, but he can’t get comfortable with Hank between them. All he can do is hold on while Hank opens his mouth and begins fitting Connor’s length inside. He’s certainly a mouthful which Hank hadn’t accounted for, but he swallows happily around him all the same.

Connor bucks and mewls, then tries to crawl away, again. Hank’s beard brushing between his thighs with ever downward stroke is torture. It tickles and makes the sensitive skin feel far too warm and stimulated for Connor all spread out like this.

He screams for Hank to do...*something*.

He doesn’t know what- torn between desperately wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue and suck him *deep*. Hank assumes it’s the second and takes him to the hilt. His tongue dips down across the swell of his balls, and Connor

pulls his face out of the blanket to moan. Hank thrusts against the air on instinct and reminds himself to take it slow. Connor needs his attention first, and he’s gonna get it.

His hand slides over Connor’s taut ass to tease a finger to his hole, and the detective cries for him

so beautifully. It’s still slick with Hank’s spit, and so eager to be opened up- *properly*.

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Hank spends the night lavishing Connor in slow kisses and kitten licks, and doesn’t let him leave the bed for anything but bathroom breaks and dinner. He’s in Hank’s care, now, and

Hank intends to set the scale for rewards to punishments straight, and do away with that shit altogether. Connor can have his ass ate and his dick sucked any time Hank sees fit, regardless of what Connor feels he deserves, and that’s just how it’s going to be.✨