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Hank always felt like he'd been "good" at sex; he had an eye for interpreting body language, could coax desires out of someone else, and was able to make educated guesses when their words fell short of explaining everything they wanted. And, yeah, there were a handful of people who'd sought him out, in earlier days, specifically because he was big and looked like he could toss some pretty little thing around in bed, throw their legs over his shoulders, and go to town. Hank could absolutely do that. He liked doing it and it was so much easier to focus on all of that, on what his partners wanted, on being big and strong and growling in someone's ear, than to talk about anything else he might have been hoping for. The few times he'd tried it, felt comfortable enough with someone to suggest anything a little different, had taught him pretty quickly to keep his mouth shut. It felt safer to let his partners' desires lead the way than to worry about voicing any of his own. Connor changed that, though, like he changed everything else. Connor asks a question Hank isn't prepared for; Hank stumbles a bit before saying yes.

Fics like Flowers In My Mouth

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