[It was Gavin's turn to mimic something Connor often did, cocking his head to the side, his face scrunching up into a miffed expression.]
Invite you here and then not let you in? That'd be pretty fucked up. [Apparently, being that much of an asshole wasn't in Gavin's repertoire either.
He can't help the flash of teeth when Connor offers to take off more. Alright. This was really happening.]
Take it easy. [It was a command, not a request.
He let Connor stand awkwardly in his bedroom for a moment, busying himself with kicking the cat out of the room and closing the door. While he was still turned away from Connor, facing the closed door, he shrugged his form-fitting t-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Without missing a beat, he closed the distance between them in a few strides and gave Connor a firm shove towards his bed with a heated, almost teasing smirk. The push was strangely light, and completely lacking any actual malice, directing the android where he wanted him to go and nothing else. It would have been easy for Connor to ignore completely if he'd wanted to. Easy, but annoying.] I'll let you know when I want the rest off, got it?
[He gestured with a little nod of his head for Connor to get fully onto his bed, crawling onto it after him. Gavin already had an idea in his head. However much pushing or pulling it took, he'd get Connor situated where he wanted him. Gavin was more than prepared, maybe even looking forward to, wrestling him into place and pinning him down with his back against the sheets, keeping Connor firmly in place by straddling him and taking a wrist in each hand, pushing them into the mattress above his head.
Again, Gavin seemed to push and then retreat, letting go of Connor's wrists and sitting back a little to admire the android he had pinned under him. In his bed.] I'm guessing, you're not opposed to kissing?
[He didn't actually pause to wait for an answer, hooking a finger into Connor's tie as he leaned down, giving it a tug to loosen it as he hovered with his lips nearly brushing Connor's. No doubt close enough that Connor could probably feel his breath, shallow and quick and excited, on his skin. The act of force that was just an act before pausing like he still expected Connor to need a half a second to change his mind and shove Gavin off of him.]
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Invite you here and then not let you in? That'd be pretty fucked up. [Apparently, being that much of an asshole wasn't in Gavin's repertoire either.
He can't help the flash of teeth when Connor offers to take off more. Alright. This was really happening.]
Take it easy. [It was a command, not a request.
He let Connor stand awkwardly in his bedroom for a moment, busying himself with kicking the cat out of the room and closing the door. While he was still turned away from Connor, facing the closed door, he shrugged his form-fitting t-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Without missing a beat, he closed the distance between them in a few strides and gave Connor a firm shove towards his bed with a heated, almost teasing smirk. The push was strangely light, and completely lacking any actual malice, directing the android where he wanted him to go and nothing else. It would have been easy for Connor to ignore completely if he'd wanted to. Easy, but annoying.] I'll let you know when I want the rest off, got it?
[He gestured with a little nod of his head for Connor to get fully onto his bed, crawling onto it after him. Gavin already had an idea in his head. However much pushing or pulling it took, he'd get Connor situated where he wanted him. Gavin was more than prepared, maybe even looking forward to, wrestling him into place and pinning him down with his back against the sheets, keeping Connor firmly in place by straddling him and taking a wrist in each hand, pushing them into the mattress above his head.
Again, Gavin seemed to push and then retreat, letting go of Connor's wrists and sitting back a little to admire the android he had pinned under him. In his bed.] I'm guessing, you're not opposed to kissing?
[He didn't actually pause to wait for an answer, hooking a finger into Connor's tie as he leaned down, giving it a tug to loosen it as he hovered with his lips nearly brushing Connor's. No doubt close enough that Connor could probably feel his breath, shallow and quick and excited, on his skin. The act of force that was just an act before pausing like he still expected Connor to need a half a second to change his mind and shove Gavin off of him.]