Extension November 2022 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Hank/Connor; (Hank/wife) – pegging – An AU in which Hank is happily married and his son is still alive. Connor is their maid android.

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Hank’s face wanders over his eyes, then slowly drags down to over his mouth where it stops, just holding on to his own chin while he stares at Connor standing there at attention. Cock and all. He’s desperately hard, the tip of his dick flushed a very cute and pretty shade of light blue that just has to be fake. He thinks. God damn why do they have to make those android dicks look so damn realistic?

“Mister Anderson?” Connor inquires with that same gentle cadence he would if Hank hadn’t heard him asking about his drink of choice for the first time. Or something. Hank groans into the palm of his hand. He’s way too fucking old for this.

“Don’t call me that when your dick is out,” he rasps. He can already see how the LED on Connor’s temple briefly circles yellow, probably immediately realizing from the tone of his voice or some shit that Hank actually is very desperately into being called ‘Mister Anderson’ while about to get fucked.

“But your increased blood pressure would indicate-”

Hank closes his eyes and finally lets go of his jaw to wave his hand at Connor.

“Don’t. You know what I mean.”

Connor opens his mouth, probably to inform him that he is not quite sure about ‘what he means’ but obediently closes it again once Hank gives him a look.

Hank comes closer, nervously dragging his palms against his pants while he looks Connor up and down. Damn, but he’s a beautiful twink. Wholly out of Hank’s league. But then again, so is his wife. She even likes him enough to stay around for years and have a kid with him.

“Can you… feel with that thing?” he asks and reaches out to curl his hand around Connor’s cock. The first thing that gets his heart pumping faster is the sight of how big his hand is on Connor’s gorgeous twink dick. Hank tends to forget just how much bigger he is than just about anybody else.

The second he notes is that the cock in his hand is warm. Hot, even. And the synthetic skin stretched around it feels so goddamn realistic that his heart is immediately in his throat.

Connor makes a little sound that could only be described as a moan of some sort.

Hank’s eyes flick back up to his face to watch it, startled by the intense look in Connor’s doe eyes.

“I would like to copulate with you now, Mister Anderson,” he says with such a serious inflection that Hank can’t even find it in him to laugh. Instead, he swallows thickly, his hand still on his maid android’s dick.

He can feel it flex when he echoes in a rough voice: “Copulate.”

Connor licks his lips in what Hank knows is a move he’s studied and put down in some kind of parameters because he doesn’t have saliva as far as he knows. It still makes him feel short of breath.

“Fuck,” Connor amends, his usage of such a crass word absolutely horrible and shocking and delicious. “I would like to fuck you now, Mister Anderson.”

He does not wait for a reply. Before Hank can say anything, he is grabbed by his upper arms and manhandled toward the bed. He can’t remember the last time he got manhandled. Has he ever? Certainly not by a twink on a mission.

Connor is fast but precise as he undresses Hank, his dick with the blue tint bouncing ridiculously in front of him with every motion. Hank can’t stop staring at it. He wonders if Connor really is that hot for him or if that is just the result of some switch that got flipped.

Does it matter? He doesn’t think so. Connor has that very focused look on his face that means he’s very interested in what is happening.

“Lie down,” he instructs with some steel in his voice. Like he is not asking Hank, but ordering him. “I am going to fuck you now, Mister Anderson.”

“Yeah… yeah you said that,” Hank replies in a weak, scratchy voice. He kind of wants to shield his dick from view just because he’s embarrassed by how hard he’s already gotten… Connor bullies him into the position he wants him to be in as if he weren’t a good head shorter than Hank.

He kneels on the bed and grabs Hank’s knees, forcing his legs apart impossibly wide. Hank inhales sharply, his hands scrabbling first to push Connor’s hands away (impossible), then to grab tightly onto the bedsheets beneath him as he’s spread open like a young woman on prom night.

What the actual fuck.

Connor has no qualms about pushing his long fingers into Hank and spreading them open wide. They slide in easy on some slick that he’s produced God knew where. Hank can’t really focus on it when this damned android is honing in on his prostate as if it had a tracker or something. He mercilessly presses against it, rounding it in small movements as if trying to give it a massage.

All Hank can do is groan chest deep and hold on to his bedsheets while stars explode in front of his eyes and throughout his body.

Dimly he wonders where his wife has put up a camera. He wonders what angle she is watching as their maid android finger fucks him like he’s done it every damn day of his life. Hank can hear the soft whispering of his machinery as he keeps twisting his wrist and thrusting into him.

He scissors his fingers apart, stretching Hank’s muscles without shame. His LED keeps circling yellow in concentration but he isn’t asking any questions.

He plays Hank like an instrument and all Hank can do is obey, it seems. His dick is lying on his belly, flushed an angry red and twitching every now and then. When Connor curls his fingers around it to pull it up a little, there’s a sticky string connecting the glans to his belly button.

“Your penis is quite large, Mister Anderson,” he mutters. Hank almost sobs. He puts a hand over his eyes and wonders wildly if that is some form of dirty talk. What the Hell kind of programs has Connor downloaded to do this kind of shit?

“I wonder if I should have gotten myself a bigger model. Maybe you would prefer that?”

“Oh my God,” Hank wheezes. He keeps tilting his hips up and into the fingers intimately stretching him open. He couldn’t stop it if he wanted to; his body is completely on auto pilot. It’s been so damn long since the last time he got to spread his legs and get fucked. He and the missus didn’t really have much time these past weeks-

“Just fuck me,” he chokes out. Connor has started loosely jerking him off and he really starts to panic at the thought of pumping out his load before his damn maid android has gotten a chance of ramming that delightful little blue-tinged dick into him.

Connor pulls his fingers from him and shuffles closer. While his voice stays steady thanks to him being a goddamn android when he says “As you wish”, there is just something hectic about him. Like he has been barely able to wait for the go-ahead.

He might just be even more eager for this than Hank. How long had he been waiting in here, naked and hard, probably going through scenario of scenario about fucking Hank any which way he wants…

He grabs Hank by the hips and lifts him up as if he didn’t weigh a damn thing. Hank almost giggles, his face feels on fire and he’s pretty certain his flush is crawling down into his chest to make his tattoo stand out stark against the new color. He can’t believe he’s getting fucked like that. Like he’s some kind of dainty virgin girl.

Connor doesn’t care that he’s a big ogre of a man with a hairy ass crack and a fat dick. He pushes through the fur and right into his softened, ready hole. His hips move immediately, starting up a smooth thrusting rhythm that is just too precise to be human. Not that Hank could complain about it. Heat spreads through his stomach again in ever stronger bursts because Connor’s cock rubs just so against his prostate.

He’s getting fucked by some pretty twink and his wife is watching from a hidden corner. Hank throws an arm over his eyes but it doesn’t do anything to muffle his low groans. In his own ears he sounds like some kind of dying whale but Connor doesn’t care, obviously.

He fucks him with his new cock as if he’s never done anything else in his life. Hank doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to look at him again without thinking about how much he wants him to put on that cute little twink dick and peg him once again.

Shit, he should never have known how good it is to get bred by his maid android.