( he has a snarky response generated somewhere, he's sure, it's just that right now connor can't quite find it. his programming is a mess of confusing and conflicting priorities, constantly shifting, and it's possibly the first time that he feels a longing for the simplicity of still being a machine.
but a machine would never be here. and right now he doesn't think he'd sacrifice that, confusion be damned.
his limbs are sluggish, barely noticeable to anyone but him but he can feel the slight drag as he moves his arm again. juno's pants drop and it's all indelicate and ungraceful, but connor's eyes drag down his body and appreciates each movement all the same.
it's a strange sort of attraction, but each imperfection draws him closer. that's what captivates him. )
Some say waiting is part of the appeal.
( there's a definite change in his voice. the sluggish quality has made its way to his vocal processor too, and left him with a voice lower than normal and more hushed, words murmured instead of ringing clear like normal.
connor pauses at the tug, but only long enough to pull his arms back and shed the clothes hanging off his shoulders. he hasn't dealt with the rest of his clothes at all yet, but his chest is bare at least, and when he moves in closer he's all in.
he swings a leg over, half straddling juno's hips, and he can't drop his weight on the human or he'll crush him but he comes in closer. the hand snakes back up, running his thumb against the pulsing artery in juno's neck before his fingers wrap around the throat again. he's not sure why, but there's a definite appeal to the way juno's throat bobs under his palm every time he swallows. )
Tell me how it feels. ( he asks again, and this time his hand slides up juno's side, fingers dragging, his eyes flicking between the scars on juno's chest with captivation. ) Please.
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but a machine would never be here. and right now he doesn't think he'd sacrifice that, confusion be damned.
his limbs are sluggish, barely noticeable to anyone but him but he can feel the slight drag as he moves his arm again. juno's pants drop and it's all indelicate and ungraceful, but connor's eyes drag down his body and appreciates each movement all the same.
it's a strange sort of attraction, but each imperfection draws him closer. that's what captivates him. )
Some say waiting is part of the appeal.
( there's a definite change in his voice. the sluggish quality has made its way to his vocal processor too, and left him with a voice lower than normal and more hushed, words murmured instead of ringing clear like normal.
connor pauses at the tug, but only long enough to pull his arms back and shed the clothes hanging off his shoulders. he hasn't dealt with the rest of his clothes at all yet, but his chest is bare at least, and when he moves in closer he's all in.
he swings a leg over, half straddling juno's hips, and he can't drop his weight on the human or he'll crush him but he comes in closer. the hand snakes back up, running his thumb against the pulsing artery in juno's neck before his fingers wrap around the throat again. he's not sure why, but there's a definite appeal to the way juno's throat bobs under his palm every time he swallows. )
Tell me how it feels. ( he asks again, and this time his hand slides up juno's side, fingers dragging, his eyes flicking between the scars on juno's chest with captivation. ) Please.
( he's nothing if not polite. )