[ he kisses him back easily -- to him the foreplay wasn't something he needed to talk about, it was no different than anything else but he doesn't have time to talk about that because then han says that other thing and he feels...a feeling, about that. no one ever says things like that to him. it's not even a real compliment, but to connor it seems like it is because he rarely gets told anything nice. why compliment a machine for correctly executing a task?
he ducks his head, hiding a small smile that makes its way onto his lips. ]
You know I'm just a machine, Han -- it's not a matter of trying.
[he hears that fondness. but he doesn't feel like apologizing for what he said. His hand drop from Connor's cheeks, and then trail down his chest, tracing the lines along his skin.
And rest at the hem of his pants, tugging at them.]
It is. Even if you're programmed to deal with every single possibility, you'll never know which possibility will happen with 100% certainty.
[he leans in and begins kissing his neck, trailing his lips along the line of his neck to his shoulder]
I just -- [ connor shivers, his voice wavering ] I just chose the best option for the scenario.
[ he tries his best, in other words. they're 100% in agreement.
he shifts so han can get his pants off since he's still sitting on the desk - but he wants them off probably about as badly as han does right now. simulated need is quickly starting to be reality, his processes starting to feel a little overwhelmed by all of this. by the fact it's really happening.
but he pushes past that -- han wanted foreplay, he wanted to touch -- so he after he shimmies his way out of his own pants he reaches for han's, grabbing the belt loops and pulling him closer. ]
[ his thighs just feel so sensitive, like this. having han bracing there is really -- it's a really good move. he squirms a little under the touch, trying to get more. ]
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[ he kisses him back easily -- to him the foreplay wasn't something he needed to talk about, it was no different than anything else but he doesn't have time to talk about that because then han says that other thing and he feels...a feeling, about that. no one ever says things like that to him. it's not even a real compliment, but to connor it seems like it is because he rarely gets told anything nice. why compliment a machine for correctly executing a task?
he ducks his head, hiding a small smile that makes its way onto his lips. ]
You know I'm just a machine, Han -- it's not a matter of trying.
[ but his voice is warm, fond. ]
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And rest at the hem of his pants, tugging at them.]
It is. Even if you're programmed to deal with every single possibility, you'll never know which possibility will happen with 100% certainty.
[he leans in and begins kissing his neck, trailing his lips along the line of his neck to his shoulder]
And you still take your best shot.
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[ he tries his best, in other words. they're 100% in agreement.
he shifts so han can get his pants off since he's still sitting on the desk - but he wants them off probably about as badly as han does right now. simulated need is quickly starting to be reality, his processes starting to feel a little overwhelmed by all of this. by the fact it's really happening.
but he pushes past that -- han wanted foreplay, he wanted to touch -- so he after he shimmies his way out of his own pants he reaches for han's, grabbing the belt loops and pulling him closer. ]
I won't give you any less.
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and then he moves his hand to Connor's thighs, bracing there.
But he wants all of this. and his breath comes in a slightly faster pace.]
I-I'm looking forward to getting outclassed.
[he's have joking, a breathy laugh escaping his lips]
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[ his thighs just feel so sensitive, like this. having han bracing there is really -- it's a really good move. he squirms a little under the touch, trying to get more. ]