[he confirms, putting up LET DETECTIVE REED LEAD in his task bar and waiting for guidance or another order. that doesn't stop him from looking though, processors heating up and bringing a warmth to his cheeks much in the same way it would a human as gavin pulls off his shirt. he's--he obviously takes good care of himself, despite the things connor has seen him order for lunch and the number of coffees he goes through in a morning. his preoccupation with the number of muscles and the line of gavin's body is enough that he doesn't realize he should look up or away until he's standing in front of connor and pushing him back. his movement is halted, startled--and he blinks in confusion.
but--it's not the same force he used back in the evidence room, not even the same bite when he's snapped at connor during work hours. it's light and teasing, and it's easier to stumble back that way and get on the bed the way gavin indicates.]
Oh--
[again, a surprised noise when gavin lifts his arms above his head and mimics pinning him down. he's a pleasant weight above connor, who lets his hands flex slightly but doesn't make any movements to displace their positions or disobey the silent insinuation here. his thirium output increases again--this time out of more excitement when the tickle of breath washed over him, the quick promise of something deeper registering against his lips. he wants everything--not just the tease, and he squirms slightly underneath, eyes falling half-lidded.]
No, I think I would enjoy that very much.
[it's a soft murmur, one that brushes their lips together even more as connor tilts his neck up slightly. someone's eager for it. the idea of escaping or pushing gavin away is far from how he really feels--how much he finds he wants. they haven't even done anything yet and a pleasant sensation he wants to chase is creeping up on him.
arousal.]
I'm--consumed by the realization that this is already better than just watching, Detective. So...please.
no subject
[he confirms, putting up LET DETECTIVE REED LEAD in his task bar and waiting for guidance or another order. that doesn't stop him from looking though, processors heating up and bringing a warmth to his cheeks much in the same way it would a human as gavin pulls off his shirt. he's--he obviously takes good care of himself, despite the things connor has seen him order for lunch and the number of coffees he goes through in a morning. his preoccupation with the number of muscles and the line of gavin's body is enough that he doesn't realize he should look up or away until he's standing in front of connor and pushing him back. his movement is halted, startled--and he blinks in confusion.
but--it's not the same force he used back in the evidence room, not even the same bite when he's snapped at connor during work hours. it's light and teasing, and it's easier to stumble back that way and get on the bed the way gavin indicates.]
Oh--
[again, a surprised noise when gavin lifts his arms above his head and mimics pinning him down. he's a pleasant weight above connor, who lets his hands flex slightly but doesn't make any movements to displace their positions or disobey the silent insinuation here. his thirium output increases again--this time out of more excitement when the tickle of breath washed over him, the quick promise of something deeper registering against his lips. he wants everything--not just the tease, and he squirms slightly underneath, eyes falling half-lidded.]
No, I think I would enjoy that very much.
[it's a soft murmur, one that brushes their lips together even more as connor tilts his neck up slightly. someone's eager for it. the idea of escaping or pushing gavin away is far from how he really feels--how much he finds he wants. they haven't even done anything yet and a pleasant sensation he wants to chase is creeping up on him.
arousal.]
I'm--consumed by the realization that this is already better than just watching, Detective. So...please.
[do his worst.]