Face-Sitting, Hank/Connor
Warnings: trans!Hank, some negative self image(Hank nervous about crushing his boyfriend)
“Shit, Con, you sure about this?”
“Of course, Hank. I wouldn’t have mentioned it if I wasn’t prepared to act.”
Hank hovered uncertainly, knees on either side of Connor’s neck, holding himself up over the androids chest. Sure, he said it was fine, said he was more than capable, assured him that he wasn’t concerned about the lieutenant’s weight, or the pouch of his stomach, or any of the other twenty thing’s he’d brought up as excuses. But there was a big difference between saying something and doing it.
“Hank,” Connor soothed, rubbing his fingers along Hank’s thighs and looking up at him, too fucking sweet for someone whose face was caged between thighs, “we don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“I know, I know, it’s just... well I’m not exactly the dieting kid I was last time I tried this.” He wasn’t a lot of things he had been the last time he’d tried this- young, relatively thin, feminine. “Just feel like you’re not gonna like it as much as you’re dreamin’ you will.”
“Please, trust me. I will most definitely enjoy myself, so long as you’re satisfied.”
“Sure, you say that, but-”
The bear cut off with an indignant yelp when Connor- tired of his talking in self-doubting circles- shifted his grip to his hips and pulled, dragging his slit almost-but-not-quite to his face, pressing kisses to his soft, hairy thigh. “If you don’t want to, tell me. But if you’re only worried about me-” Hank cursed when teeth nipped at his thigh, groaned when he followed up by licking a slow stripe over his labia- “Don’t be.”
He waited patiently, hands gently squeezing Hank’s hips, until he gave in, giving a little grunt and shifting forward until he was flush against the androids face. And good god, did he make good on it- A desperate noise tore out of Connor’s throat, and he went to licking and sucking like he was being paid for it. His breathing kicked up to needy panting in barely a minute, and teeth grazing ever-so-carefully against his dick punched the air out of him in a second.
He couldn’t tell who was being noisier, him or Connor, but it felt like the android was constantly making some little noise- he could feel it vibrating against him. His hips stuttered in little grinds against his face, urging him on, faster, harder, fuck right there-
“Fuck, Connor!” He nearly shouted when one hand left his hip and easily sank two fingers into his slit, half-thrusts turning to full force grinds, and that was exactly why his first boyfriend had refused to do this after the first time, complaints about ‘breaking his nose’ and ‘you move too much,’ but Connor didn’t complain, didn’t hesitate- he seemed thrilled, in fact, responding with more moans and groans as he lapped over his slit and rolled the little nub of his dick between his teeth. Hank’s fingers tangled in his hair just for something to ground himself, working up a breathy mantra of “fuck, fuck, fuck,” with every grind and roll of hips.
It felt like he teetered on the edge forever, so close he could taste it, and then Connor wrapped his lips around his dick and sucked right as he pressed his fingers to that sensitive little spot and he was gone, not quite screaming but drawing out another broken, needy moan with every needy motion, and Connor obliged him by not letting up until he was boneless, practically collapsing on the bed beside him.
“Fuckin’ christ, Connor.”
He hummed in reply, licking Hank’s taste off his fingers until he was smacked with a pillow.