[Even if it's just for appearances, he revels in the expression. It looks so alive, and he can't think of any other way to interpret it. He groans roughly at every motion of Connor pushing back against him, his fingernails digging into synthetic skin for a moment.

Though he rather enjoys Connor's fingers in his hair, he cannot resist drawing his hips back, further and further until just the tip of his cock rests inside of the android before he's shoving back in with one thrust, growling against him. His fingers trail up, one touching Connor's face, admiring it in slow soothing motions.]

I feel as if I could never tire of you.

[In a literal sense or otherwise, he leaves that open to be interpreted. He nuzzles Connor's temple affectionately, giving a more lazy thrust of his hips, gradually feeling what he's spilled into Connor trickle out. It's a mess he rather enjoys.]

I enjoy how you feel, wrapped tight around me. The sounds you make. How you look. Knowing that I bring you pleasure. Knowing that I am your first.

[A pleased rumble is in his chest.] You're exquisite.