[as much as connor had started holding his own against gavin at work--not just rolling over and taking his little digs so much as countering them--he'd never do something as cruel or mocking as showing up just to laugh at him. the thought of...denying or falsifying whatever they'd started here was unfathomable to him, not an option. of course, that was only if detective reed was going to go along with it. which...if the way he's grabbed and yanked inside is any indicator, he is.
this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]
no subject
this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]