[Connor's moan. Connor's fucking moan. That sound was fucking unfair. And with all of the android's little biometric readings, there was no way he would miss the shuddering, shaky breath Gavin takes against his skin. He hated to admit it, but he'd had a fantasy or two about android. It was hardly his fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Cyberlife. They paled in comparison to the real thing. That fucking moan, the way he eagerly arched closer, the way he felt pressed flush against his palm.
Gavin responds with a quiet, breathless laugh against Connor's neck when he stammers. He can't help but wonder how much of the reaction is just a programmed response.]
You're not an obedient little machine, though, are you? [The words were also growled against Connor's skin, punctuated by a drag of Gavin's teeth.
Like before, his apparent teasing restraint falters and he moved his hand to give Connor's pants two hard tugs, one popping the button, the next yanking the zipper down. His own breath hitches as he flatted his hand against Connor's abdomen and slid his fingers easily under the waistband of his underwear. His undone pants gave him a bit of room, room enough to wrap his fingers around the shaft of Connor's cock to give him a few purposeful strokes. It was almost impossible not to rock his hips in time, craving more stimulation but grinding against Connor's thigh was more frustrating than anything else at this point.]
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Gavin responds with a quiet, breathless laugh against Connor's neck when he stammers. He can't help but wonder how much of the reaction is just a programmed response.]
You're not an obedient little machine, though, are you? [The words were also growled against Connor's skin, punctuated by a drag of Gavin's teeth.
Like before, his apparent teasing restraint falters and he moved his hand to give Connor's pants two hard tugs, one popping the button, the next yanking the zipper down. His own breath hitches as he flatted his hand against Connor's abdomen and slid his fingers easily under the waistband of his underwear. His undone pants gave him a bit of room, room enough to wrap his fingers around the shaft of Connor's cock to give him a few purposeful strokes. It was almost impossible not to rock his hips in time, craving more stimulation but grinding against Connor's thigh was more frustrating than anything else at this point.]