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They are dating but have never kissed, assuming Connor can’t kiss, but androids can DEFINITELY kiss. Connor gets obsessed
Kissing had never really been something Connor put a lot of thought into. Granted, dating wasn’t something he thought about either until he started to feel something more warmly for Hank. The two had been dating for months and it never crossed either of their minds to even try a proper kiss. Side hugs, cuddling, holding hands, Hank kissing Connor on the forehead. Both were perfectly content with that. Until Connor started seeing it everywhere, in shows, movies, couples out in public, it was inescapable. Normally it falls into background static, seen but not observed. It somehow broke through and now Connor was mulling over the idea in his head as he made Hank breakfast.
His mouth did have sensors, they were used for his line of work but surely they’d let him feel something during the kiss, and even if he couldn’t if it is something Hank would enjoy he’d get just as much enjoyment out of it. With his new objective set Connor plated the cooked food before putting it in the microwave and went to hunt down Hank.
It didn’t take long, their house wasn’t very big and he knew Hank said he was going to start a load of laundry. As he quietly stepped into the laundry room it took Hank a moment to notice his android boyfriend who was waiting patiently to be acknowledged. When Hank turned slightly and caught a glimpse of him he jumped, “Jesus Connor! What did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?” He grumbled while starting the washing machine and putting the detergent away.
“Sorry Hank, I wanted to ask you something,” Connor began to get a bit nervous. He was typically pretty shameless when it came to these things but his emotional investment made it feel more personal.
Hank eyed him, his demeanor hadn’t changed much but Hank had been close to him long enough to catch every subtle change, “It couldn’t wait until after breakfast?” He asked anyway, still a bit sour about the jumpscare.
Connor felt his internal fans wirl a bit faster, realizing he was making a big deal out of a trivial thing and feeling embarrassed, the light on his temple spun yellow but he tried to keep composed, “Oh- yes, sorry,” he stepped out of the way to let Hank by, ready to follow him but the older man just eyed him more. He easily spotted the yellow circle and he softened.
“No, I’m sorry, what’s on your mind?” he asked with an easy smile.
Connor fiddled with his fingers, “It’s just- I was wondering if you’d ever be interested in…kissing?” He was scanning Hank’s face wildly for any sign of discomfort.
Hank snorted, “Is that it?” Connor’s fans wirled louder, embarrassment washing over him, he hated human emotions. He regretted thinking about this and he definitely regretted bringing it up. “Woah woah hey, it’s alright, I’m only teasing you Connor, I never thought you’d be interested in something like that,” Hank chuckled lightly and stepped closer to him, rubbing his shoulder.
Connor melted into the touch. He could feel that, surely he could feel a kiss too right? He made himself even more flustered at the thought but forced himself to calm down, “I’ve observed it more often than normal and wanted to know if that was something you were interested in,” he tried to state plainly, but Hank was no fool. Not only was he his boyfriend but he was a police lieutenant.
“By the looks of it you seem rather interested,” Hank teased again but gently took Connor’s anxiously fiddling hands, “but I’d love to kiss you,” he mumbled lowly as he began to lean in.
Okay! Fuck! Connor had seen it plenty of times! He knew what to do! He slightly puckered his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned in as well. As soft human lips met surprisingly soft robotic ones Connor gasped, the feeling immediately electrifying. Hank pulled away far too soon for Connor’s liking and smiled down at him, “Can ya feel it?”
Connor nodded frantically, gripping Hank’s shirt to pull him in to experience it again. Hank chuckled and obliged. The second time was even better, more firm. It was all encompassing, Connors' sensors flooded with thoughts, feelings and the taste of the man. He couldn’t get enough of it.
Instinctively his mouth opened, wanting more but not sure what ‘more’ was. Hank knew. He pulled back for a moment, catching his breath, “Fuckin hell…” he mumbled before leaning back in, testing the waters as he slipped his tongue into Connor’s mouth. The android squirmed, garbled static emanating from him in delight. Hank tried to pull back again to ask what that was, wanting to make sure his Connor was okay but Connor had an iron grip on him, keeping his head right in place as there lips continued to move together and Hank’s tongue explored Connor’s surprisingly soft mouth.
They eventually both had to pull apart, Hank needing air and Connor overwhelmed by the whole experience. He let out a high pitched static whine that sounded like it wanted to be a whimper but he didn’t know how to do that, Hank chuckled, “I assume you enjoyed it?”
Connor nodded, “We can do that…often?” He asked bashfully.
“Fuck yea,” Hank smiled and gave Connor one last quick peck before beginning to lead him upstairs, “Now let’s go get some breakfast, I’m starving.”
Connor decided against reminding Hank he can’t eat as he happily followed the other up the stairs to watch him enjoy his breakfast. He wondered if Hank would taste different after he ate and he was beyond excited to find out.