[ Better get used to it, buddy. Hank isn't about to be outdone. He keeps that hand on the back of Hale's head, keeps kissing him hungrily, starved for the touch he knows he doesn't deserve. It feels so good, just getting to be close to someone like this, even if it's someone he should hate and revile. Bitterly, he knows Connor wouldn't kiss like this, he would be gentle and kind and patient and innocent.
Maybe it's better that they're like this, since Hank knows Connor will never give him that, and he could never ask. ]
Good.
[ But Hank keeps going, despite self-conscious and self-loathing thoughts clawing at him while Hale works to get his shirt open. Hank knows he's not as toned as he used to be -- the muscle he has is hidden now under layers of fat and years of drinking, (It's not fair for Hale to be this hot, for the record,) but Hank doesn't even care anymore. Who is he even going to impress? Oswald Hale, the fucker who brought them here in the first place? Fuck that. Hank slides his other hand down Hale's back to his hips, pressing hard against him and tugging his shirt out from his pants. No way he's gonna miss out on the chance to see this guy naked. Hope he's not self-conscious. ]
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Maybe it's better that they're like this, since Hank knows Connor will never give him that, and he could never ask. ]
Good.
[ But Hank keeps going, despite self-conscious and self-loathing thoughts clawing at him while Hale works to get his shirt open. Hank knows he's not as toned as he used to be -- the muscle he has is hidden now under layers of fat and years of drinking, (It's not fair for Hale to be this hot, for the record,) but Hank doesn't even care anymore. Who is he even going to impress? Oswald Hale, the fucker who brought them here in the first place? Fuck that. Hank slides his other hand down Hale's back to his hips, pressing hard against him and tugging his shirt out from his pants. No way he's gonna miss out on the chance to see this guy naked. Hope he's not self-conscious. ]