[connor didn't think this would be easy per se, but he didn't expect to be so...worked up? frustrated? so quickly either. part of him wants to let go and reach up to pull him down for more hungry kisses, to guide his hand between his legs so he can make some derogatory and contradictory comment about what he's equipped with. he wants to grind into gavin's hand, fast and rough and pulled out of him just like every other interaction they've shared. it has connor letting out a soft groan, hips wriggling uselessly even though it's not going to let him have what he wants.
but he's a good boy. he can be patient too, even if he's feeling greedy.
he arches his back to lift up as gavin pulls the tie, eyes fluttering shut when he feels the stubble dragging along where a jugular would be if he weren't made of intricate wiring and convincing skin. every flash of his pressure sensor in the top left corner of his hud feels like a little victory, and connor lets himself moan out low when he finally gets the friction along his thickening cock. another alert tells him there's 29% remaining thirium capacity to be diverted to that biocomponent, but it already feels better than he could have tried to preconstruct anyway; he can hardly imagine what his sensitivity will be like at maximum fullness.]
The first you've already figured out--using it as leverage to pull me up, though you picked the more innocent action at the other end.
[yeah, he just implied gavin could use it to pull connor's mouth onto his dick later.]
The second: using it as a restraint. I could easily break it, of course, but I'd choose not to. I'd be surrendering willingly to your instruction. An--o-obedient machine.
[he breathes it out with a hitch in his artificial breath, voice a little strained as his cock pulses under gavin's hand up to that last level of hardness.]
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but he's a good boy. he can be patient too, even if he's feeling greedy.
he arches his back to lift up as gavin pulls the tie, eyes fluttering shut when he feels the stubble dragging along where a jugular would be if he weren't made of intricate wiring and convincing skin. every flash of his pressure sensor in the top left corner of his hud feels like a little victory, and connor lets himself moan out low when he finally gets the friction along his thickening cock. another alert tells him there's 29% remaining thirium capacity to be diverted to that biocomponent, but it already feels better than he could have tried to preconstruct anyway; he can hardly imagine what his sensitivity will be like at maximum fullness.]
The first you've already figured out--using it as leverage to pull me up, though you picked the more innocent action at the other end.
[yeah, he just implied gavin could use it to pull connor's mouth onto his dick later.]
The second: using it as a restraint. I could easily break it, of course, but I'd choose not to. I'd be surrendering willingly to your instruction. An--o-obedient machine.
[he breathes it out with a hitch in his artificial breath, voice a little strained as his cock pulses under gavin's hand up to that last level of hardness.]