( it's all been close enough to human responses that connor hasn't been too bothered up until this point. sure, whirring isn't exactly a human moan but it isn't so far off that it's bizarre. his skin buzzes and he's sure juno can feel it even through his synth skin, but it's not an electric shock. it's still the right side of normal, and he hasn't had to think about anything else too much.
except he probably should have thought a little, because juno's hand fall to connor's belt and he remembers with a sudden rush that hits him like a train.
now that he knows isn't pleasant. )
I should- ( he starts, but how the hell do you phrase this? 'my designers decided that human sex organs were an unnecessary cost when producing my model'? 'i was not intended for a purpose that required genitalia'? 'i don't have a dick'? ) before- you should know what you're getting into.
( he should have brought this up immediately, or at least much earlier. now, halfway naked and buzzing under each touch, it's just a little awkward, and connor's eyes fix on juno's chest rather than making eye contact. it's just awkward now, uncomfortable, and entirely the opposite of what every instinct in his body is telling him to chase. he leans up, presses his lips gently into the hollow of juno's collar bone.
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except he probably should have thought a little, because juno's hand fall to connor's belt and he remembers with a sudden rush that hits him like a train.
now that he knows isn't pleasant. )
I should- ( he starts, but how the hell do you phrase this? 'my designers decided that human sex organs were an unnecessary cost when producing my model'? 'i was not intended for a purpose that required genitalia'? 'i don't have a dick'? ) before- you should know what you're getting into.
( he should have brought this up immediately, or at least much earlier. now, halfway naked and buzzing under each touch, it's just a little awkward, and connor's eyes fix on juno's chest rather than making eye contact. it's just awkward now, uncomfortable, and entirely the opposite of what every instinct in his body is telling him to chase. he leans up, presses his lips gently into the hollow of juno's collar bone.
better. still not enough. ) I'm not...equipped.