[and yet, the kissing is what connor wants more of, now that he's at least got the friction from gavin's hips rocking steadily against his own. he quickly realizes that the little rushes of heat curling in his belly and jolting up his skin like they're sparking between his circuits could easily become overwhelming. you want what you can't have, he remembers hearing. that is accurate--he wants to keep kissing him and he wants to touch, but despite the fact that he could disobey by bringing his hands back down to thread through gavin's hair or trace along the stubble at his jawline...he doesn't. gavin is the one with the experience here. and besides--connor feels another inexplicable rush of heat under the surface of his artificial skin at the thought of willingly listening and taking instruction.
he groans against gavin's lips, tongue licking across his teeth when he pulls away. it's the only time he's been resentful of a human's need for authentic breathing, a small pout in his expression at both the derogatory nickname and the lack of contact when he pulls away. seeing the desire in gavin's gaze doesn't compare to feeling the hardening length of his cock between his own legs.]
I can take more, you know. I want more.
[his gaze follows gavin's hands, biting his lip at the tease of his hands dragging across his body.]
Ah.
[he lets out a small gasp when fingers graze across his nipple chest rising and falling deceptively just like a human. he wishes gavin would linger--repeat that motion or make it skin against artificial skin.
there's no apparent goal here, not to connor yet anyway, but he doesn't object or wriggle even if he'd like to. and then finally gavin takes some measure of pity on him, pulling open his shirt and exposing him to the cooler air. he feels the tiniest brush of his fingers while gavin yanks it out of his jeans and then adjusts his tie. is it a light mocking of what connor had done in the footage after he'd knocked gavin out months ago? maybe. the texture of it against his chest is interesting, and he looks up through his lashes coquettishly to meet gavin's eyes again. he doesn't mean to sound eager, but inevitably that's what happens anyway.]
Alright.
I can think of at least six scenarios in which you could put it to better use than the aesthetic, Detective Reed.
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he groans against gavin's lips, tongue licking across his teeth when he pulls away. it's the only time he's been resentful of a human's need for authentic breathing, a small pout in his expression at both the derogatory nickname and the lack of contact when he pulls away. seeing the desire in gavin's gaze doesn't compare to feeling the hardening length of his cock between his own legs.]
I can take more, you know. I want more.
[his gaze follows gavin's hands, biting his lip at the tease of his hands dragging across his body.]
Ah.
[he lets out a small gasp when fingers graze across his nipple chest rising and falling deceptively just like a human. he wishes gavin would linger--repeat that motion or make it skin against artificial skin.
there's no apparent goal here, not to connor yet anyway, but he doesn't object or wriggle even if he'd like to. and then finally gavin takes some measure of pity on him, pulling open his shirt and exposing him to the cooler air. he feels the tiniest brush of his fingers while gavin yanks it out of his jeans and then adjusts his tie. is it a light mocking of what connor had done in the footage after he'd knocked gavin out months ago? maybe. the texture of it against his chest is interesting, and he looks up through his lashes coquettishly to meet gavin's eyes again. he doesn't mean to sound eager, but inevitably that's what happens anyway.]
Alright.
I can think of at least six scenarios in which you could put it to better use than the aesthetic, Detective Reed.