[Ironically, Connor is following an order Gavin doesn't actually remember explicitly giving. He's all but oblivious and too distracted to even notice that the android is keeping his hands to himself.]

Yeah, I know you want more. [He smirked, not moving any faster.] It's pretty fucking obvious. [And to illustrate his point, he trailed one hand down along the dip of Connor's hip bone, parting his fingers to trace over the cloth on either side of the erection straining against his pants.]

Mmhmm. That's why I want to keep it around. Plus, [He grabbed the tie with his other hand, wrapping it around his fist once before tugging Connor up and closer with it.] I like it.

Tell me about your scenarios, though. [He mumbled the words as he leaned in to press his lips to Connor's neck, grazing his teeth over the synthetic skin roughly as he palmed him more deliberately, timing the two together before dragging his tongue flatly over the spot he'd just bitten. No marks, which was a damn shame, really.]