Patreon Compilation – Fic#165 – Hank/Connor – Alpha!Connor; Omega!Hank; Omegas have pussies; squirting – Chance Of A Lifetime

Hank/Connor – selfconscious Omega!Hank bought himself an Alpha for the night and is unprepared for how young and gorgeous he is...

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There’s no need to be fucking awkward about the whole thing. Omegas have needs. Even old washed up Omegas like him.

Connor is just… he’s just providing a service… and Hank loves service Alphas.

He just hates that he feels like he is… pressuring him into it because the moment he opens the door he sees just how far out of his league this Connor is. It makes him feel immediately self-conscious about how fat and old he is. How there are stretch marks on his thighs and belly from when he’s had Cole…

He tries to just push through it, and while the handsome young Alpha lifts his nose a little to subtly scent the air, Hank asks gruffly: “You even legal yet?”

Connor smiles at that, gently closing the door behind him.

“I am, sir. This is my second time providing the service.”

Hank’s mouth pulls down but before he can jeopardize the whole evening, Connor smoothly intervenes by getting right in his space. His scent is… it’s really nice. Warm and spicy and somehow clean.

“Why don’t you show me your nest? My first client had a first heat with me… theirs was a bit… lackluster.”

Hank eyes him. He’s taller than this Alpha boy but that doesn’t seem to deter him in the least. He’s so damn pretty that it hurts.

In the end, Hank just turns and trudges down his messy hallway. He’s paid good money for this. Connor could just… he could just close his eyes or something. Think of England or some shit, whatever they said these days.

.oOo.

“God… f-fuck, you feel so…” Connor trails off, his face slack and still so damn beautiful as he ranges over Hank, his slim, coltish hips working their magic, pumping his sleek, young Alpha cock into him and making him see stars again and again…

He would have thought that Connor would like him on his knees so he can breed him traditionally from behind but… he didn’t. That’s the long and short of it. He inspected Hank’s nest, crooning about how much he loves it and making him feel stupidly pleased with it… and now he is above him, leaning on Hank’s fat gut and seemingly getting lost in the sensation of fucking a well-trained Omega cunt.

Hank had gone into this dead set on not being charmed by a service Alpha this young… but he can’t help it. Connor seems so very earnest about his enthusiasm. There had been nothing fake about the puff of excited Alpha pheromones once he’s pulled Hank’s sweats down and buried his face between his thighs to ‘properly greet him’ as he called it.

Connor is… he’s a dork. There’s no two ways about it. He’s spent a good ten minutes just dragging his soft cheek against the inside of Hank’s thigh and murmuring about how good he feels and how good he smells.

It’s been embarrassing to have him just scent him… there… over and over again… completely at ease with it all, as if he’s done it a million times already. Every now and then he’s dragged his tongue against Hank’s cunt, sliding along the seam and latching on to his clit to give him some nice, toe-curling sucks.

And now he’s here, above him, pumping him with his cock that’s been equally gorgeous as the near hairless rest of him. Hank doesn’t know how he did it. One moment he’s still been panting and trying to gather his scattered thoughts enough to tell him to stop scent him and give him the cock he’s been paying him for… and the next he’s there already, giving it to him nice and deep and in a luxuriously slow rhythm that has Hank wanting to goddamn purr for him.

It takes him… stupidly long to see the yellow light that sometimes appears on Connor’s temple. He stares at it for a while, his scattered brain trying to figure out something… anything… to say to that.

“You’re… you’re an android.”

Connor pauses mid-thrust. His eyes don’t really look android. They’re glazed over and feverish looking; as if he truly is trying to keep himself from knotting prematurely. He licks his lips, leaving them looking wet and candy pink and impossibly perfect.

“You… did select that you have no preference,” he says slow and careful. “Was that a mistake?”

Hank blinks slowly. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know why he even brought it up because he really doesn’t care. He just… he’s never had an android before and he somehow thought that it would be very obvious to him.

“No it’s… alright.” His gaze is fixed on the LED again, watching as it keeps circling yellow for a bit longer before flashing blue and then disappearing from sight once more. If he looks very closely, he can see the clear plastic ring in Connor’s temple but… he’s pretty preoccupied with other stuff.

Like with how Connor is now smiling and starts to move again; the nice gentle rhythm from before, his blood warm Alpha cock dragging deliciously against all those sensitive spots inside Hank.

How can he be so warm? How can his skin feel so good rubbing up against him? How is it possible that he smells so goddamn good?

Connor leans down, dragging the tip of his nose against Hank’s cheekbone and down along the line of his beard until his breath is puffing against his mouth soft and warm and so close… it smells of nothing at all.

How can he have breath? Hank has been so out of the loop with all the technical advancements. They really thought of everything, it seems.

“I am glad,” Connor croons while curling one skinny looking arm underneath one of Hank’s knees, easily lifting his leg high… high… higher, bending him into shape so all his insides shift and the Alpha’s cock touches all new, all exciting spots inside him. “I would have gone if you told me to… but I really don’t want to.”

Hank blinks slowly. The bastard in him wants to start arguing but he just… can’t. Not when Connor starts to pick up the pace, fucking him deeper, harder, pubic bone pressing against Hank’s clit again and again in a way that makes him see stars and lights his body up.

He keeps holding his leg like he weighs nothing; like he isn’t basically leaning on Hank’s fat gut while he keeps breeding him like a champ while staring into his face with that goofy smile of his that makes Hank feel like… like…

He doesn’t know like what. Like something really good, in any case.

And then Connor starts to talk.

“You feel very good on my cock… you’re so soft and hot… you take it really well, too. I think I much prefer experienced Omegas such as you. It’s so much fun! You take me like a… a…” he pauses, eyes briefly flicking to the side and shining before he croons: “...like a champ. You just need it so badly, don’t you? It’s so sad that you don’t have an Alpha around here. I am sure you would benefit from a regular breeding very well. It would loosen your muscles and help with the backpain.”

How the fuck does he know about Hank’s backpain? And is that supposed to be dirty talk or something? It’s so mixed up with Connor being… what… concerned? that Hank can barely wrap his head around it.

But it feels good to listen to him… It feels good just as it feels good to be fucked like this. So enthusiastic and so… so… he doesn’t know. He reaches out, curling his arms around Connor’s freckled shoulders and pulls him down some more.

Connor just smiles at him up close, bracing himself on the bed and offering a nice and sturdy anker point for Hank to just hold on to for dear life as he gets fucked by this Alpha.

“You’re doing so good. You know, during my research just now I have found a very interesting article about the benefits of squirting during an Omegan orgasm. Maybe I should…”

The Hell is he even talking about? Hank opens his mouth but no real sound comes out; especially when Connor somehow wedges his hand between them and drags his smooth, warm fingertips over Hank’s clit. Again. And Again.

His muscles pull tense immediately, orgasm suddenly jumping very close to the surface and demanding to break out of him. He changes his grip, thick fingertips digging into Connor’s skin hard enough to feel the unrelenting skeletal structure underneath.

“You don’t need to fight it. I am well equipped to clean both your nest and the bed should anything get excessively dirty or wet. It is in my job description… and I would like to assist you,” Connor says sweet like a school boy and not like he is fucking Hank hard while playing with is clit in a way that has his teeth on edge and his whole body firing up in ways that it hadn’t been interested in in years.

“C-Connor,” he grits out between clenched teeth, belly going hard as he fights against the need to just let go and… and explode.

Connor croons back at him nice and low and growl-y… all protective Alpha as he gently grabs Hank’s clit like it’s a little fucking dick and starts to jerk him off.

It’s enough to push his body over it and make him come hard on Alpha cock, squirting in the process. He throws an arm over his eyes, trying to remain quiet and stop it all together but he is whining through his teeth and his body is shaking and twitching with overstimulation as Connor keeps jerking him and fucking him and… and…

He must black out for a moment. When he comes to, everything is nice and quiet… and dry… and warm. Connor is over him, crooning his best Alpha croon, fingers carding through Hank’s beard.

“Such a good Omega… thank you very much.”