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#PROTODROID :: priv. &. sel. connor the android sent by cyberlife from quantic dream’s detroit: become human. 18+ blog due to mature content. this blog focuses on struggling deviancy &. the human emotion. mun &. muse are of age. tracking :: #protodroid
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Once upon a time, maybe Rhys would’ve worried about how badly he liked touching and being touched. They’re unattractive qualities, he’s heard people say– immature qualities, even, to need someone else so badly.
But Connor pulls on his hand and Rhys laughs, and it isn’t even to make fun of him.
He’s just happy, is all.
“I’m literally in the same room as you,” Rhys says, walking into the shower area. He lets go of Connor’s hand to push the sliding door, sealing them off from the rest of the bathroom. “You dork.”
The warm water fogs the place up, but not enough to obscure the sight of Connor’s face or the familiar light of his LED. Rhys counts this a win if only because he loves looking at him.
So, unable to resist, he leans in to kiss him on the mouth. And without breaking that point of contact, Rhys nudges Connor forward with his palm on his chest to let the shower water hit the back of the android’s head and trickle down.
When Rhys pulls away, his hand comes up to card through Connor’s hair and get it wet. “You’re lucky I find you so cute.”
Connor felt his thirium pump beat faster as Rhys kissed him and for no particular reason, the android laughed. He didn't expect his life to be this domestic after deviating, yet here he was.
He was glad it was with Rhys. He was the only one for him.
"I am lucky," He began, his synthetic skin fading away as he brought his hand to cup Rhys' cheek. "I am lucky to be with you and to hold you."
The water running down his face added a more dramatic effect as he gave Rhys a kiss. (He was thinking about all those movies where couples kiss in the rain. A hopeless romantic.)
The android swiftly switched their positions, making sure Rhys' hair got soaked from the showerhead, he wanted to show his boyfriend just how much he loved him.
And for once in his life he was going to be selfish. "I love you, Rhys."
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Jeez, the little voice in the back of Rhys’ mind offers, you are down bad for him, Winz.
But Connor had sealed the deal with his little attempt to be charming, and Rhys knows that he’s conniving enough to be aware of it. Greedy hands find Connor’s waist, his fingers landing on marks he’d left the night before, and he tilts his head up just to bite playfully at the android’s bottom lip.
“I am at your service,” he purrs, and without further ado gets up to accompany Connor to the bathroom, boxer briefs and all.
When they get there, Rhys takes a moment to de-activate his right arm before unhooking it. It comes off with a gentle hiss, wires and artificial nerves popping out of their places, and he sets it down with much care on the counter by the bathroom sink. The sudden loss of weight on his right side is disorienting for only a moment– in no time at all, he’s using his left hand to tug lightly at Connor’s shirt to get it off his shoulders.
“Go on,” he says. “You get in first, pretty boy.”
Connor gave Rhys a playful smile, stripping himself from his "clothes" before stepping into the fairly spacious shower. The android had hopes on where this was going to go, but then again he wouldn't be opposed to just treating Rhys to a nice shower. He took a lot of joy in washing his boyfriends hair. ( And body )
While he turned the faucet on, he made sure the temperature was just right for not only Rhys but him as well, He stretched out another hand to hold onto his lover's.
He couldn't last a minute without his touch.
After turning the shower on, Connor tugged on Rhys. "Hurry, I miss you already."
The deviant was too needy for his own good, yet he knew his boyfriend would do anything for him all the same.
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YOUR CHARACTER: IN 10 QUOTES
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“I like dogs.”
“28 STAB WOUNDS!”
“ I think working with an officer with... personal issues is an added challenge. But adapting to human unpredictability, is one of my features.”
“You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.”
“My name is Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife.”
“I really like that music.. It’s full of energy.”
“I don’t mean to alarm you lieutenant, but I think your friend is engaged in illegal activities.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“I just looked her in the eyes and I just couldn’t, okay? I’m sorry.”
“WAKE UP LIEUTENANT!”
rhys “hey sexy lady” strongfork has now become a reality. @strongfuck ilysm LMAO this did something to me.. (warning: not very good editing skills)
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“Hashbrowns?” Rhys repeats, not for the first time today watching as Connor gets out of bed. He takes the time to admire the musculature of his back– the way everything moves when Connor pulls a shirt over himself and goes– and smiles to himself as he tries to locate his underwear on the floor and put it back on.
“You sure know how to make a guy feel special.”
But it’s not like Rhys has got terribly high standards to begin with.
“I’ll have all of that, thanks. And I can help too, even if it’s just for prep, especially since…”
Between the both of them, and with the mess they’d made the night before, Rhys is sure Connor deserves to clean himself up first. Truthfully, when Connor had left the bed, Rhys’ eyes had zeroed in on the pretty bites on his skin and how it’d trailed to his ass, because he wanted to see.
Nevertheless, in no uncertain terms, Rhys stiflles his shamelessness, even as he leans over to give Connor a gentle pat on the bum. “You really gotta clean up, baby.”
"Clean up?" Connor's LED flashes yellow before he realized exactly what Rhys was talking about. The best part of being an android was his memories, what didn't help was when someone mentioned something it came up.
"Oh... Right. Well, I would love to have you help but," He smiled with his puppy eyes shining, "I think I would prefer you clean up with me."
He kept his shirt unbuttoned, teasing Rhys just a little more.
Connor turned around and placed his hands on his boyfriends shoulders, leaning down to kiss him for the umpteenth time that morning.
He could never get tired of Rhys.
In fact, He would have him by his side all the time if it was up to him. He hated how far they had to be apart and how long they had to wait to see each other.
"Or at least, help me clean up." He winked.
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me: i love writing machine connor he is so devoid of emotion my lil baby boy also me: I AM NOT PLAYING MACHINE ROUTE MY BABY BOY WILL NOT BE ACTING THIS WAY !! >:0
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The android’s LED flashed red to yellow, taking in the words Jacqueline had told him. He didn’t understand why she was refusing his help. Connor was efficient, designed to help with any task at hand. He could adapt to anything, so why didn’t she need him? Amanda wouldn’t like this. He needed to persist.
“I understand you want to do this alone, but I could do it faster. If you would only let me come with you.” Connor said, firm and rigid. He had to prove his proficiency one way or another. He needed to be determined to accomplish his mission.
“I can be replaced. You cannot. I am not backing down until you let me help.”
ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Connor doesn’t have a particular scent. Android’s were made to be perfect in every single way. But I suppose when he deviates he smells like fresh linen and a nice crisp scent. A scent that resembles going outside in the crisp cold air in the winter, signaling it is going to snow soon. Perhaps even the smell of fresh rain coming soon that brings comfort on a gloomy day. He smells calm and at ease and anyone around him (except Gavin) would agree too.
WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? Soft. An android’s skin is created to be flawless and perfect. No imperfection can be seen and it should not be seen. Connor was made to fit in amongst humans but there will never be a callous upon his hands.
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Eat? Android’s can’t eat. Although, Connor would love to try food someday, he simply cannot. He doesn’t have a digestive track and any food he consumes would back up his system and cause him to shut down. Maybe Thirium on a bad day but even then, that is only for when he loses thirium in a fight. He cant just drink it to satisfy hunger. He doesn’t feel hunger.
DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Connor was made with all sorts of programs. Impersonating a singer is one of them. Well... male singers in particular. If he were to try outside of his programming he is sure he would sound fairly good. But that would be up to whoever is listening.
DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? Calibrating despite being a deviant. There are some things you just can’t let go. Connor is used to messing with his coin and doing such intricate tricks with it. He couldn’t imagine stopping. It makes him more human, fidgeting with a coin when he is bored or just thinking.
WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? Connor loves formal attire. He will always have his closet filled with dress shirts and slacks. On occasion he likes wearing hoodies, sweaters, and sweats. Maybe even shorts if he is feeling it. He owns a lot of comfort wear but when it comes to leaving the house? He will always be dressed to impress. Hank does make him leave the house in jeans and a old band tee he had, but Connor still prefers looking nice. If you want him to leave the house wearing something he will comply, though.
IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? VERY affectionate. If he is dating you he will ALWAYS want to hug you, hold your hand, and kiss you. BUT if it is in a public area he will only narrow it down to a hug and holding hands. If you are family, he likes to walk close side my side with you and have a hand on your back if he is holding a door open for you. Either way, Connor likes physical touch A LOT.
WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Standing. Androids don’t need sleep ever but he can emulate it. If you pull him into bed with you (and not in that way) he will either hold you or have you hold him and just close his eyes until it is time to get up. But usually he will just stand around or do whatever around the house when everyone is asleep.
COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? NO! Connor is very quiet, he doesn’t have much to say and his steps are as quiet as a mouse. If you try to listen hard enough I’m sure you can hear shuffling or the coin clinking as he messes with it. But you will not hear him unless you positively try to. Even when he is on call, he isn’t as loud as you would think.
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Connor swallows, wet and hot and so fucking delicious around him, and Rhys hisses an, “Ah, fuck!”
He presses too hard on the gas, jerking the car forward and making the engine shudder as it’s forced to work too much for its gear, but he eases the pressure almost as soon as it strengthened.
“Shit,” he gasps, knowing it’s his own damn fault. His hand had moved to hold Connor’s shoulder on instinct as the car lurched forward to keep him from moving; now it goes back to the gear shift to lower it as Rhys drives at no higher than the minimum speed.
Let everyone else overtake him, he doesn’t care. With his lips parted and his breaths more hurried, Rhys’ thighs tremble as he drools copiously onto Connor’s tongue.
“Connor, I’m gonna– oh, you feel so fucking–”
A few blocks away from his hotel, Rhys pulls over and leaves the engine running. The car rumbles beneath him, but with the freedom to just shut his eyes and curl his fingers in Connor’s hair, he moans and bucks his hips up like he’s wanted to since this all started.
Everything is familiar: the heat of Connor’s mouth, the wet sounds of saliva and precome as Rhys fucks those perfect lips, the absolute pleasure that crests in Rhys’ belly and causes his circuits to send synapse after synapse through his systems. He’s so close. He’s so close…
And with a cry, Rhys’ head presses back against the seat and thrusts, his hips pressed flush to Connor’s mouth and cum starting to flood it in thick ropes.
“God…” He shivers, dick twitching against Connor’s inner cheek, and thrusts lazily into him until he’s spent. It isn’t their first time and Rhys knows what Connor can take– knows, most of all, that he enjoys being overwhelmed just as much as Rhys loves overwhelming him. And he’s not a good enough guy to not take advantage of it.
“Yeah, Connor, that’s so good…”
The taste of Rhys flooding his mouth was enough for Connor to lose himself. (Like usual) He swallowed around his dick, making sure to drink in every drop his boyfriend was giving him. Although, he had to get up at some point.
Sliding his mouth off Rhys after he made sure he came down from the high of his orgasm, Connor gave a slight pout as his LED went straight back to red. His hair, disheveled and falling into his eyes had grown on him after the past few times they had fucked and he was sure Rhys loved it more than he did.
"Look at you being responsible, thank you."
Connor's LED slowly went back to blue as he cleaned Rhys up, shoving him back into his pants and giving a sweet kiss upon his cheek.
"I, uh, may suggest we head to the hotel soon. I think it's best we get out of our clothes.." Connor didn't bother fixing their hair, settling on staring at Rhys in adoration. "I do hope you were still wanting to continue later at the hotel, I think I would like that very much."
Fidgeting in his seat, the android cleared his throat a bit, "I do apologize for almost making you miss the exit... and making you go 15 under the speed limit."
"We are lucky the DPD isn't around, they would've pulled us over in a heartbeat." Connor's LED goes yellow, "but since you stopped on the side of the road, i suppose they would have written it off as a sign of car troubles.
"Or maybe not? The hazard lights aren't on, we I guess we could easily just say we thought they turned on..."
Connor paused, realizing the tangent he was going on over pointless scenario's regarding their risky behavior while driving. What a way to kill the mood.
"Sorry..."
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“I have no idea how you can just say ‘beloved’ and sound so sincere, but I’m obsessed with it.” Rhys chuckles, nose nuzzling Connor’s gently. “And you, but, like, you probably already knew that.”
Most days, he thinks cuddling Connor all day is all he needs to be happy. Most days, though, he doesn’t get the luxury of having Connor all day. That he’s offered breakfast is already a diverging path in Rhys’ otherwise completely inappropriate fantasies but, Rhys decides, it’s way better. Domestic, too, which Rhys doesn’t get nearly enough of.
“Okay,” he says, raising their joined hands just to give Connor one last kiss to the knuckles. “I’ll be good and eat breakfast.
"But what do you think I should have?”
"You're obsessed with me?!" Connor feigned being shock before cracking a wide grin. "I couldn't tell at all." He kissed his boyfriends nose, letting out a content sigh.
As much as the android hated parting from Rhys, he seriously had to get his breakfast started. If he didn't Rhys was not going to be too happy later on in the day. Connor knew how much his boyfriend loved food so skipping a meal was not an option. At least, not one that he was going to give him.
"I think... A balanced breakfast would be good. Maybe eggs, sausage and or bacon, with some fruit. I can make you some coffee? Unless you prefer something else today." Getting out of Rhys' grasp, he gets himself out of bed.
"I can make you hashbrowns too because I love you."
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“The long way–?” Rhys is breathy when he says it, a laugh in his throat and a flush on his cheeks. He’s hard enough it almost hurts: leaking at the tip, glistening with Connor’s spit. “God, Connor, you’re gonna make me come…”
But that’s probably what Connor wants to begin with, he realises, a hiss coming between his teeth as wet heat wraps itself around his dick once more. Rhys doesn’t look down, but that’s probably to his advantage; if he saw Connor now, hands on his body and lips wrapped around his dick, he’d lose it.
That Connor makes so much noise around him almost makes it seem like he’s the one getting touched. But how fucking hot is it that he gets this horny even without Rhys’ hands on him?
Rhys presses his head to the backrest, shutting his eyes for a split-second as his grip on the wheel and gearshift tighten. “Fuuuck…”
But then his eyes fly open once more, and even though Rhys nearly misses their exit, somehow he makes it all the same.
“C'mon, baby.” With the car at a calmer third gear, Rhys’ fingers curl into Connor’s hair to urge his head lower. “I wanna be in your throat, want you to swallow. I know you can do it.”
The jerk of the car when Rhys forced himself onto the exit had his head take him in deeper. And even though android's don't have gag reflexes, Connor was alarmed enough to pull himself off, letting out a slight groan. His LED flashed yellow and red, letting Rhys know the android was just processing what happened.
After he was done processing it, he got back to work. He was going to obey Rhys' every command even if it gets him in trouble. This time, on Connor's own, he took all of Rhys' dick in his mouth. He didn't think about anything besides hurrying to bring Rhys to completion. (It didn't help that he knew the exact miles and minutes of how far they were to the hotel.)
Connor struggled to swallow with his mouth so deliciously full. But, of course, he succeeded. It was like swallowing a pill, he would assume.
With routine, he worked his mouth all around his boyfriend's dick, finishing it off by swallowing around him.
Of course, Connor had to ignore the the pop ups his system was giving him about Rhys. The sensors within his tongue made his job easier yet so much harder.
He felt as if he was going to come just by sucking Rhys off, and that embarrassed him.
