[The correction is so softly spoken, but energized that he almost doesn't know at first how much Connor is actually teasing him. Alucard blinks for a second, then chuckles, leaning in so he can roughly nuzzle against Connor's jawline.]
You are very resilient, aren't you?
[Tenderly, he brushes his fingers down the side of Connor's face, but agrees to himself to stop prolonging. He aches to be inside of Connor, to bring him pleasure. Alucard gently removes the android's hand from his cock, then takes him by the thighs to keep him open, exposed.
For just a moment, Alucard needs to take in the sight and admire him. The fine work and details the humans have put into creating someone like Connor. Another day, perhaps more judgment. For now, he reveres the efforts, every bit of them. His thumb absently traces a mole on Connor's inner thigh, appreciate such an unnecessary detail, a wonderful flaw in Connor's synthetic skin.]
If it is unpleasant, tell me, Connor. I will stop if you aren't enjoying this.
[Alucard will make that absolutely clear, if nothing else. He doesn't want Connor to feel obligated.
After another second, Alucard presses the tip of his cock against the lubricated hole waiting for him. This goes incredibly smoother than it would with a being of flesh and blood, but with Connor who has been designed to accept this, Alucard is able to press inside. A ragged, pleased sigh escapes him as he slowly sinks in, feeling how snug it is. It would probably be too easy to just go to the hilt as quickly as he'd like, but Alucard draws it out, inch by inch, watching Connor's face, enthralled.]
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You are very resilient, aren't you?
[Tenderly, he brushes his fingers down the side of Connor's face, but agrees to himself to stop prolonging. He aches to be inside of Connor, to bring him pleasure. Alucard gently removes the android's hand from his cock, then takes him by the thighs to keep him open, exposed.
For just a moment, Alucard needs to take in the sight and admire him. The fine work and details the humans have put into creating someone like Connor. Another day, perhaps more judgment. For now, he reveres the efforts, every bit of them. His thumb absently traces a mole on Connor's inner thigh, appreciate such an unnecessary detail, a wonderful flaw in Connor's synthetic skin.]
If it is unpleasant, tell me, Connor. I will stop if you aren't enjoying this.
[Alucard will make that absolutely clear, if nothing else. He doesn't want Connor to feel obligated.
After another second, Alucard presses the tip of his cock against the lubricated hole waiting for him. This goes incredibly smoother than it would with a being of flesh and blood, but with Connor who has been designed to accept this, Alucard is able to press inside. A ragged, pleased sigh escapes him as he slowly sinks in, feeling how snug it is. It would probably be too easy to just go to the hilt as quickly as he'd like, but Alucard draws it out, inch by inch, watching Connor's face, enthralled.]