sketches from twitter || Hank is protecting his baby.
Tbh, I ship almost everything bxb
OMFG SHIPSSSSSSSS EVERYWHERRREEEEE
i ship all of these, how dare u make me suffer
I hope Bryan Dechart won’t see this drawing, I’m sorry dude :D
(цэ) еблан, который оставил надпись на русском бикоз не смог перевести на английский и оставил надпись на английском потому что не смог красиво написать на русском
rec me some great fucking Hannor fics or suffer the consequences
LISTEN OR DIE
Pairing: Hank x Connor
Warnings: smut, references to possible
Quick Summary: Hank comes home and finds Connor jerking off on their bed.
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Hank moved to the side of the bed, and sat up against the headboard to get a clear view of the deviant.
Connor hesitated for a moment, like something was telling him to wait, to be commanded on what he should do next, before his hand gently gripped the top of his (even more so now) leaking cock. With a shuddering breath, he began to tug again.
Hank watched his hand go up and down, sometimes twisting, and he’d even seen it stop for a few seconds - indicating that Connor was about to cum any moment. Not wanting that to happen, Hank reached over and pulled the deviants hand away. Connor whined, literally whined, and Hank had to clench his ass cheeks if he wanted to last after that.
“You’re not coming just yet Connor. Surely you didn’t think I’d allow it after catching you like this.” Hank leant over and kissed down Connor’s jawline, giving a soft chuckle near his ear.
“Hank… please.”
“Please what, Connor?”
It took a few seconds, the deviants eyes looked glassy and watery, but he finally said, “fuck me, Hank. Please?”
Hank didn’t think it was possible for him to move so quickly on auto-pilot, but somehow when he’d come to, his trousers where on the floor with his shirt under them and he’d moved in between Connor’s spread legs (them being wrapped around Hank’s hips).
“… you’re sure right?” Hank placed a hand on Connor’s soft jaw to look at his half-lidded gaze. The Android could only nod confidently in response, his own voice box giving up on him.
From this consent, Hank rid himself of his boxers, his thick cock slapping lewdly against his stomach - the old male practically felt the shock in Connor’s eyes. But Hank smiled at him, the deviant didn’t need to worry, Hank wasn’t going to tear him to shreds.
As not to startle Connor further, Hank reached over to the bedside table and pulled out - an admittedly old - bottle of lube. Connor scanned it and shook his head in disagreement.
“Connor? I can’t just stick it in and shabamb we’re good to go.” Hank’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
“No, obviously not Hank. But you do not need to do it. It’s done already.”
Hank raised his eyebrows, confused, he’d only caught Connor hand fucking his cock, not his hole to. Figuring he should at least check, Hank looked down between Connor’s legs; sure enough, a white, shining with lube, stretched hole was presented to him.
“… did… did it do that on its own?”
“No Hank, I told it to- of course it done it on its own.” Despite the frustration Connor was feeling due to his cum deprivation, he laughed and ground his hips closer to Hank’s. “Please? I really need you Hank~”
The lust and suggestiveness that dripped from Connor’s voice should have been a crime in Hank’s opinion, all he wanted was to cuff him and take him back to the DPD. But that’s not what Hank did.
As Hank himself was still learning, and yeah, this was Connor’s first time too, the Lieutenant decided that slow was definitely safe and practising also made perfect.
With his hand on his cock, Hank gently pushed the tip into Connor’s pre-stretched hole. It puckered and tried to suck Hank in deeper but Hank would allow that just yet.
Connor’s head hit the pillow harshly the third time Hank had pulled his tip out and sunk it back in and Connor thought he was going to loose all of his memory sooner or later. Sinful noises left not only the submissive’s mouth, but the dominant’s too as they practically teased each other. Finally, Hank broke.
“Fuck Connor, I need to feel you around me.”
“Do it Hank, fucking fuck me!”
Admittedly Hank was surprised and turned on by that, so he decided to take the advice.
Slowly, again not to seem like he was treating Connor like some sort of sex rag, Hank’s hips applied more and more pressure till his cock was in to the hilt. Hank had to lean his head on Connor’s chest cause he felt like the room was spinning and Connor? Well… Connor had momentarily lost his vocal cords again. His mouth was agape and his eyes clenched to tightly that crows feet could be seen at their corners.
After a half minute; extremely heavy breathing and the over heating sound of a fan, Hank could finally feel the strength in his legs again, and began to thrust at a medium pace.
His hips stayed at this pace for a while, allowing them both to build the pleasure and get used to the feeling of sex… between a human and Android that is, as neither had experienced it before. However, after a while, Hank started to get adventurous.
His mind mulled over the fact that, well, if an Android has sperm a cock, bollocks and a pre-lubricating asshole, then surely they have a prostate too-
“-Holy fuck! Hank, there!”
Hank smirked to himself, he knew it. It was then that he started to get a little more relentless. His tip smashed against the deviants prostate I’ve rand over until the same clear white substance began spilling out of the untouched cock between them.
Hank thrust only a few times more before his back jolted in time with his hips and he had to sturdy himself with Connor’s legs after his orgasm.
The two stayed in that position till Hank decided it was about time he cleaned them up and got to bed. It was about 1 am anyway.
Hank pulled out of Connor’s spent asshole and as he went to leave, Connor’s lukewarm hand gripped his hip and pulled him back down on to the bed.
Before Hank could protest, Connor had licked a clean strip from the base of Hank’s cock to the raw red tip; in his path taking sperm and his own self-lubricant with him. He gave Hank’s tip a little suck before leaving it with a pop.
He winked at Hank before getting up off of the bed and walking to he bathroom. A white substance leaving the puckered hole and running down the deviants legs was the last thing Hank saw before passing out from sleep deprivation.
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SHAME ME IF YOU WANT, I NEEDED THIS
“While sexual activity is not my default purpose, I do possess the capability,” Connor says without so much as batting an eye, unaware that he’s completely shattered Hank’s world view in one single sentence.
THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN MY GOD
xxoni-angelxx
