[ Oooooooh fuck. This sure is something and definitely not how he imagined this evening would go. It's always been easy to not think about, with Connor always at a professional and varying levels of hostile distance from him.

But here they are, Connor in his lap and pressed so very close. Voices soft, expression's gentle; he can see the moles some CyberLife artist put on his skin texture. His heart has started to try to pound out of his rib cage on a dime.

Connor's really fucking hot. Goddammit! He never wanted to have to think about this!

Gavin let's out a wheezy breath before he answers, throat bobbing with another gulp. ] Connor, it's fine. It's not your fault. This hasn't happened before, right? It wasn't a variable in our plan.

[ ...that's a weird way to talk, Gavin. It's not very Gavin like. Well he's stressed!! (And mildly aroused.) He shifts and readjusts his hold on Connor, which involves more hand and arm on hips than before. ]

Connor, shit, you're still— Wait, what? [ Gavin blinks and snorts, the words coming out before he can think about them: ] You think I'd be holdin' you like this if I despised you?