[Unlike the teasing with the kiss, Gavin seems more than receptive to Connor's attempt to rock his hips back in return, craving more as much as Connor was. The rest of Connor's body follows, arching in an attempt to get closer. Gavin can't help but groan deeply into the messy kiss.
Another little rock of his hips grinds them together again, making Gavin break the kiss to pant softly for air.]
Not fucking bad... for a glorified Roomba. [His lips carelessly brush Connor's as he speaks before abruptly pushing himself back up to kneel between Connor's legs, once again looking down at the android, eyes dark with desire.
He trails his fingers over the meticulous white dress shirt, tracing the outline of Connor's chest, the sculpted muscle and ribs. The detail put into this stupid piece of plastic was ridiculous. Half out of desire, half out of sheer curiosity, he flicks a thumb over the area where a nipple would be, raising an eyebrow as he feels the little nub under the cloth. He knows he shouldn't be surprised; it would be a really strange thing to leave out.
With a small hint of an impish smile, Gavin very slowly, very meticulously works his collar up and loosens the android's tie slightly before just as unhurriedly working open every button of his shirt as he found an equally slow and unhurried rhythm to rock and grind his hips against Connor's teasingly. He pauses for a moment as he gets to where the shirt is neatly tucked in, eyes flickering up from what he's doing to watch Connor's face as he roughly tugs it free with one determined yank. He finishes with the shirt, letting it fall open so he can trail his fingers over bare skin, taking in the little freckles and moles and just how human he feels. So many little details...
And then he's back at Connor's tie. Tilting his head, he smirks a little as he straightens and adjusts it as if he were helping the android get ready for work or something.] The tie stays on.
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Another little rock of his hips grinds them together again, making Gavin break the kiss to pant softly for air.]
Not fucking bad... for a glorified Roomba. [His lips carelessly brush Connor's as he speaks before abruptly pushing himself back up to kneel between Connor's legs, once again looking down at the android, eyes dark with desire.
He trails his fingers over the meticulous white dress shirt, tracing the outline of Connor's chest, the sculpted muscle and ribs. The detail put into this stupid piece of plastic was ridiculous. Half out of desire, half out of sheer curiosity, he flicks a thumb over the area where a nipple would be, raising an eyebrow as he feels the little nub under the cloth. He knows he shouldn't be surprised; it would be a really strange thing to leave out.
With a small hint of an impish smile, Gavin very slowly, very meticulously works his collar up and loosens the android's tie slightly before just as unhurriedly working open every button of his shirt as he found an equally slow and unhurried rhythm to rock and grind his hips against Connor's teasingly. He pauses for a moment as he gets to where the shirt is neatly tucked in, eyes flickering up from what he's doing to watch Connor's face as he roughly tugs it free with one determined yank. He finishes with the shirt, letting it fall open so he can trail his fingers over bare skin, taking in the little freckles and moles and just how human he feels. So many little details...
And then he's back at Connor's tie. Tilting his head, he smirks a little as he straightens and adjusts it as if he were helping the android get ready for work or something.] The tie stays on.