Isn't it better to learn from someone with experience to gain it quicker for one's self? Though, I'm aware there can be a preference for naivete and the concept of virginity.
I guess I do "give a shit" about anonymity, in that case. Believe it or not, there are a large number of both humans and androids that are aware of my existence and my involvement in the revolution.
What is the word--"trust issues"? I think I may have a case of that when considering the possibility of advertising my availability to the rest of Detroit.
[long pause.]
Do you have a friend with benefits or a fuck-buddy, Detective Reed?
better? not necessarily. it's more important that it's someone you're comfortable with. you just learn and explore shit together. that's all.
see. you thinking you're a celebrity or whatever and not wanting to hook up with randos just prooves i'm right. it doesn't matter if the other person is experienced, just that you're comfortable with them.
[jfc connor.]
fucking hell. absolutely none of your business. fuck me. do you ask hank this kind of shit?
I don't believe I am a celebrity out of any sense of ego, Detective Reed. But I am not ignorant to the significance it can have on certain aspects of how I choose to live out the rest of my personhood.
It certainly seems to narrow down my options from an already limited selection.
[HE'S JUST CURIOUS OKAY, CAN HE LIVE.]
I've asked Lieutenant Anderson many personal questions over the course of our partnership.
No Detective, it's no longer just about statistics.
I admit, when I first received your message, there was only a 29% chance this conversation would have progressed to sharing beneficial information or gaining new perspective.
I'm...pleased that it's amounted to more than that.
i dunno what i prefer. it's just sort of the way things are, right?
i did like it better when punching you was just a potential fine and not assault. i'm not sure i really like having to work with androids, but at least now you guys are asking to be paid, so you're not just a cheap human replacement. but still. how can a human compete with a machine that doesn't get tired or need to eat. will i be pissed off when you inevitably get a fucking promotion before i do. you better fucking believe i will. do i hate you for that? not really. it's not your fault humans are dumbasses.
[well, none of that is what he expected. it's perhaps the most raw, stream-of-conscious (and by far longest) explanation he's ever received from gavin.]
Thank you for your honesty, Detective Reed.
I don't think it would help your concerns much to provide the statistics or preconstructed scenarios to extrapolate on these specific instances. You're right--none of the interactions between humans and androids in a societal context are for certain.
But that only adds to my own reasons for appreciating your ability to admit as much to me, rather than fall back onto your former attitude and behaviours when conversing with me.
Maybe that's why I had been considering the merits of adding another layer to our interactions.
Well...I've realized that this behaviour and this particular hour falls within the range that is defined as a "booty-call", does it not?
Seeing as we already share the experience of late-night conversing, I thought it might be relevant to suggest the other part of it. Which ties in almost perfectly with our distinction between a "friend with benefits" and a "fuck-buddy".
[He waited for the punchline. And waited. And waited. Three minutes and two seconds later it really didn't seem like there was another text coming and Connor's question felt like it was hanging in the air.
What the fuck?
Either Connor was seriously trolling him, which, if he was, fucking touche, Connor, because he was falling for it.]
you're fuckiong sersious aren't you???
[Christ, learn to type, Reed. Actually, he was just happy he hadn't dropped his phone on his face after this particular series of texts.]
i'm so confused. do androids get horny? [Is this Connor trying to get material for blackmail?] so... what? you just wanna come over and suck me off or something? or is this still about the handcuff thing?
[The possibility of a blowjob, forever his downfall.]
[this is the only time since that day in the evidence room that he's used his first name rather than calling him by his title both to keep his distance and offer a small sign of respect.]
Oral sex is considered one of the easiest and most uninhibited acts before penetrative intercourse. It would be...beneficial to test how well my sensors function outside of a professional environment--and put to rest the idea that I'm only good with my mouth if there is a crime scene.
[translation: yeah, he'd be down. it's a good thing gavin can't see how seriously he's frowning at his phone right now.]
There doesn't seem to be much regard for logic in these types of interactions. I just...[determined through a very articulate system of numbers and preconstructed situations] thought this would be the most unlikely or anticipated course of action and decided to take the chance.
I'll understand and respect if you say no. That would also preclude any further discussion of handcuffs or copulation in the future.
[Honestly, it's probably good that neither of them can see the other. Gavin can't see how serious Connor is and Connor can't see Gavin practically choking with how hard he's laughing and trying to stifle that laughter. Just imagining Connor fretting over his mouth being useless if he wasn't licking things was... fucking terrific.
This will, no doubt, go swimmingly.]
shut up. stop texting me. and just come over already you fucking freak.
[connor honestly can't believe this...worked? that their conversation somehow took this turn? this genuinely wasn't his objective when he'd sent that text, let alone with detective reed of all people. but there's something he recognizes as thrilling about the prospect of it too. maybe the humans are onto something when they say that which is contradictory or discouraged in some way is more enticing.
he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
[Like an idiot, he actually jumped in surprise at the knock. Half of him, like Connor, heavily suspected that this was a really bizarre prank.
He opened the door, immediately fixing Connor with a defiant, cocky glare. Standing square in the doorway to keep Connor from stepping inside, he stared him down for a moment. Well, stared him down while looking up at him. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Connor didn't smirk and leave, or do any number of horrible things that had run through his head while he'd been waiting for the android to show up. His taxi pulled away and left him though.]
What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fuck in here. [He unceremoniously grabbed the front of Connor's shirt and tugged him inside, closing and locking the door once he was in.
His sized Connor up unabashedly, giving him a leering once over before smirking.] I didn't really expect you to show up.
[Reed himself was in form fitting t-shirt and pajama pants that had no business looking as good on him as they did.
Still smirking, he gestured with a little tilt of his head.] Bedroom's this way. [He started to lead the way and then turned around, walking backward.] You might as well leave your shoes and jacket out here though.
[as much as connor had started holding his own against gavin at work--not just rolling over and taking his little digs so much as countering them--he'd never do something as cruel or mocking as showing up just to laugh at him. the thought of...denying or falsifying whatever they'd started here was unfathomable to him, not an option. of course, that was only if detective reed was going to go along with it. which...if the way he's grabbed and yanked inside is any indicator, he is.
this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]
[It was Gavin's turn to mimic something Connor often did, cocking his head to the side, his face scrunching up into a miffed expression.]
Invite you here and then not let you in? That'd be pretty fucked up. [Apparently, being that much of an asshole wasn't in Gavin's repertoire either.
He can't help the flash of teeth when Connor offers to take off more. Alright. This was really happening.]
Take it easy. [It was a command, not a request.
He let Connor stand awkwardly in his bedroom for a moment, busying himself with kicking the cat out of the room and closing the door. While he was still turned away from Connor, facing the closed door, he shrugged his form-fitting t-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Without missing a beat, he closed the distance between them in a few strides and gave Connor a firm shove towards his bed with a heated, almost teasing smirk. The push was strangely light, and completely lacking any actual malice, directing the android where he wanted him to go and nothing else. It would have been easy for Connor to ignore completely if he'd wanted to. Easy, but annoying.] I'll let you know when I want the rest off, got it?
[He gestured with a little nod of his head for Connor to get fully onto his bed, crawling onto it after him. Gavin already had an idea in his head. However much pushing or pulling it took, he'd get Connor situated where he wanted him. Gavin was more than prepared, maybe even looking forward to, wrestling him into place and pinning him down with his back against the sheets, keeping Connor firmly in place by straddling him and taking a wrist in each hand, pushing them into the mattress above his head.
Again, Gavin seemed to push and then retreat, letting go of Connor's wrists and sitting back a little to admire the android he had pinned under him. In his bed.] I'm guessing, you're not opposed to kissing?
[He didn't actually pause to wait for an answer, hooking a finger into Connor's tie as he leaned down, giving it a tug to loosen it as he hovered with his lips nearly brushing Connor's. No doubt close enough that Connor could probably feel his breath, shallow and quick and excited, on his skin. The act of force that was just an act before pausing like he still expected Connor to need a half a second to change his mind and shove Gavin off of him.]
[he confirms, putting up LET DETECTIVE REED LEAD in his task bar and waiting for guidance or another order. that doesn't stop him from looking though, processors heating up and bringing a warmth to his cheeks much in the same way it would a human as gavin pulls off his shirt. he's--he obviously takes good care of himself, despite the things connor has seen him order for lunch and the number of coffees he goes through in a morning. his preoccupation with the number of muscles and the line of gavin's body is enough that he doesn't realize he should look up or away until he's standing in front of connor and pushing him back. his movement is halted, startled--and he blinks in confusion.
but--it's not the same force he used back in the evidence room, not even the same bite when he's snapped at connor during work hours. it's light and teasing, and it's easier to stumble back that way and get on the bed the way gavin indicates.]
Oh--
[again, a surprised noise when gavin lifts his arms above his head and mimics pinning him down. he's a pleasant weight above connor, who lets his hands flex slightly but doesn't make any movements to displace their positions or disobey the silent insinuation here. his thirium output increases again--this time out of more excitement when the tickle of breath washed over him, the quick promise of something deeper registering against his lips. he wants everything--not just the tease, and he squirms slightly underneath, eyes falling half-lidded.]
No, I think I would enjoy that very much.
[it's a soft murmur, one that brushes their lips together even more as connor tilts his neck up slightly. someone's eager for it. the idea of escaping or pushing gavin away is far from how he really feels--how much he finds he wants. they haven't even done anything yet and a pleasant sensation he wants to chase is creeping up on him.
arousal.]
I'm--consumed by the realization that this is already better than just watching, Detective. So...please.
[He feels the slight push against his palms when he has Connor's wrists pinned. It earns the android a heated, but approving, smirk and has Gavin's heart beating a little harder in excited anticipation. He's still smirking when his lips are barely brushing Connor's, adjusting to stay just out of reach even as Connor tilts his head back.]
Begging already? [His voice is a low, husky growl, smirk curling a little further. Eyes burning holes through Connor, watching him as he rocked his hips forward experimentally to see what kind of reaction he would get, grinding their hips together.
Threading his fingers into Connor's stupid, perfect, fucking hair, he grabbed a fistful and pulled, tilting his head further back. The kiss was tongue first, flicking over Connor's parted lips before capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, diving in without hesitation.
The key at this point was to stop thinking, stop analyzing, and just go for it, and that was exactly what he was doing. They were both adults, they were both definitely consenting, there was no reason not to take everything he wanted, enacting all the distracting stray thoughts and fantasies he'd had about the stupid android.]
[gavin is teasing him, he realizes--from the way he's looking at him to keeping himself just out of range for their lips to meet. and then he takes it even further by--rocking against connor, who's never had stimulation in this sense of the word, and it draws out a shaky gasp on artificial air, a wide and startled look in his eyes. it makes him feel greedy with the dawning comprehension that he wants more of that too--trying to insinuate his hips upwards much like he's been trying with his mouth. whether or not gavin will let him is another matter entirely.
he supposes, just moments after it doesn't matter anymore, that he wouldn't be adverse to begging if this is how good it could feel.
but gavin doesn't give him time to answer, instead drawing another keening noise out of him when he tugs at his hair, the pull if it registering with the sensors under his scalp. another sensation that's not unpleasant--that he's seen in his research under very different contexts. connor lets himself be pushed into it, gavin taking what he wants before connor responds in kind. the first swipe of his tongue against gavin's registers plenty of stray information--his age, his general health, his date of birth and criminal record, what he's most eaten recently. connor dismisses all of them to focus on what's important: the hunger and heat of it.
he wants to touch, but he's been given a command, fingers flexing in mild frustration. in retaliation he surges up into the kiss harder and tries to show it through the line of his body pressing flush against the other detective's. he has no idea that he's been the star of these thoughts and fantasies, but it's almost certain gavin will start occupying plenty of preconstructions after this.]
[Unlike the teasing with the kiss, Gavin seems more than receptive to Connor's attempt to rock his hips back in return, craving more as much as Connor was. The rest of Connor's body follows, arching in an attempt to get closer. Gavin can't help but groan deeply into the messy kiss.
Another little rock of his hips grinds them together again, making Gavin break the kiss to pant softly for air.]
Not fucking bad... for a glorified Roomba. [His lips carelessly brush Connor's as he speaks before abruptly pushing himself back up to kneel between Connor's legs, once again looking down at the android, eyes dark with desire.
He trails his fingers over the meticulous white dress shirt, tracing the outline of Connor's chest, the sculpted muscle and ribs. The detail put into this stupid piece of plastic was ridiculous. Half out of desire, half out of sheer curiosity, he flicks a thumb over the area where a nipple would be, raising an eyebrow as he feels the little nub under the cloth. He knows he shouldn't be surprised; it would be a really strange thing to leave out.
With a small hint of an impish smile, Gavin very slowly, very meticulously works his collar up and loosens the android's tie slightly before just as unhurriedly working open every button of his shirt as he found an equally slow and unhurried rhythm to rock and grind his hips against Connor's teasingly. He pauses for a moment as he gets to where the shirt is neatly tucked in, eyes flickering up from what he's doing to watch Connor's face as he roughly tugs it free with one determined yank. He finishes with the shirt, letting it fall open so he can trail his fingers over bare skin, taking in the little freckles and moles and just how human he feels. So many little details...
And then he's back at Connor's tie. Tilting his head, he smirks a little as he straightens and adjusts it as if he were helping the android get ready for work or something.] The tie stays on.
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I guess I do "give a shit" about anonymity, in that case. Believe it or not, there are a large number of both humans and androids that are aware of my existence and my involvement in the revolution.
What is the word--"trust issues"? I think I may have a case of that when considering the possibility of advertising my availability to the rest of Detroit.
[long pause.]
Do you have a friend with benefits or a fuck-buddy, Detective Reed?
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see. you thinking you're a celebrity or whatever and not wanting to hook up with randos just prooves i'm right. it doesn't matter if the other person is experienced, just that you're comfortable with them.
[jfc connor.]
fucking hell. absolutely none of your business. fuck me. do you ask hank this kind of shit?
[he uses an app, connor. duh.]
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It certainly seems to narrow down my options from an already limited selection.
[HE'S JUST CURIOUS OKAY, CAN HE LIVE.]
I've asked Lieutenant Anderson many personal questions over the course of our partnership.
But, now I'm asking you. I was just...curious.
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what difference would it make to what you decide to do? or not do.
or are you just keen to add another number into your statistics? because you can fuck off with that noise
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I admit, when I first received your message, there was only a 29% chance this conversation would have progressed to sharing beneficial information or gaining new perspective.
I'm...pleased that it's amounted to more than that.
That's why I would like to know.
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what the fuck do you mean by that?
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I like it.
And, I prefer it particularly when considered against previous interactions between the two of us.
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[How dare Connor imply they were getting along.]
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Does that mean you prefer it the other way?
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i dunno what i prefer. it's just sort of the way things are, right?
i did like it better when punching you was just a potential fine and not assault. i'm not sure i really like having to work with androids, but at least now you guys are asking to be paid, so you're not just a cheap human replacement. but still. how can a human compete with a machine that doesn't get tired or need to eat. will i be pissed off when you inevitably get a fucking promotion before i do. you better fucking believe i will. do i hate you for that? not really. it's not your fault humans are dumbasses.
so. i dunno connor. shit's not black and white.
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Thank you for your honesty, Detective Reed.
I don't think it would help your concerns much to provide the statistics or preconstructed scenarios to extrapolate on these specific instances. You're right--none of the interactions between humans and androids in a societal context are for certain.
But that only adds to my own reasons for appreciating your ability to admit as much to me, rather than fall back onto your former attitude and behaviours when conversing with me.
Maybe that's why I had been considering the merits of adding another layer to our interactions.
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[In fact, he'd nearly deleted the entire text a number of times before just saying 'fuck it' and sending it.]
wait
huh?
considering what? texting me at 2 AM? yeah. you've really taken this to the next level, connor.
[1/2]
Seeing as we already share the experience of late-night conversing, I thought it might be relevant to suggest the other part of it. Which ties in almost perfectly with our distinction between a "friend with benefits" and a "fuck-buddy".
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What the fuck?
Either Connor was seriously trolling him, which, if he was, fucking touche, Connor, because he was falling for it.]
you're fuckiong sersious aren't you???
[Christ, learn to type, Reed. Actually, he was just happy he hadn't dropped his phone on his face after this particular series of texts.]
i'm so confused. do androids get horny? [Is this Connor trying to get material for blackmail?] so... what? you just wanna come over and suck me off or something? or is this still about the handcuff thing?
[The possibility of a blowjob, forever his downfall.]
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[this is the only time since that day in the evidence room that he's used his first name rather than calling him by his title both to keep his distance and offer a small sign of respect.]
Oral sex is considered one of the easiest and most uninhibited acts before penetrative intercourse. It would be...beneficial to test how well my sensors function outside of a professional environment--and put to rest the idea that I'm only good with my mouth if there is a crime scene.
[translation: yeah, he'd be down. it's a good thing gavin can't see how seriously he's frowning at his phone right now.]
There doesn't seem to be much regard for logic in these types of interactions. I just...[determined through a very articulate system of numbers and preconstructed situations] thought this would be the most unlikely or anticipated course of action and decided to take the chance.
I'll understand and respect if you say no. That would also preclude any further discussion of handcuffs or copulation in the future.
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This will, no doubt, go swimmingly.]
shut up. stop texting me. and just come over already you fucking freak.
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he doesn't answer the texts. gavin is right--it's time to stop talking and just do.
connor easily finds his address through a quick scan of personnel files and catches a cab. it's not far from his own temporary place of residence. there is a strange idea that maybe this is a joke--maybe gavin will open his door and laugh in his face. but he knocks three times, curt and short.]
Detective Reed, it's me. Connor.
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He opened the door, immediately fixing Connor with a defiant, cocky glare. Standing square in the doorway to keep Connor from stepping inside, he stared him down for a moment. Well, stared him down while looking up at him. Surprisingly, or maybe not, Connor didn't smirk and leave, or do any number of horrible things that had run through his head while he'd been waiting for the android to show up. His taxi pulled away and left him though.]
What the fuck are you waiting for? Get the fuck in here. [He unceremoniously grabbed the front of Connor's shirt and tugged him inside, closing and locking the door once he was in.
His sized Connor up unabashedly, giving him a leering once over before smirking.] I didn't really expect you to show up.
[Reed himself was in form fitting t-shirt and pajama pants that had no business looking as good on him as they did.
Still smirking, he gestured with a little tilt of his head.] Bedroom's this way. [He started to lead the way and then turned around, walking backward.] You might as well leave your shoes and jacket out here though.
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this is it.
connor just wishes he knew exactly how "it" was going to go. his preconstructed scenarios were only useful in a professional environment, and gavin was too much of a volatile wildcard for him to have much accuracy at how this was going to go. his gaze flickers downwards, noting the way the pajamas cling to reed's pectoral muscles and the bottoms are slung low on his hips. he obviously keeps himself in prime condition, something that makes connor want to reach out and trace with his hands or his tongue. he tears his eyes back upwards, just in time to catch reed giving him a heated look too. was all this tension just--because of their animosity? in spite of?
his thirium levels have risen along with his core temperature, and he slips out of his shoes and starters shrugging off his jacket in something like a daze--a small blip in his processors as he realizes: this is actually happening. he's about to engage in a sexually promiscuous event with detective reed.
it's thrilling.]
I wasn't sure you'd allow me in.
[is what he finally admits, folding his jacket over the back of the couch and then proceeding towards what he assumes to be the bedroom. he swallows hard around his own nerves, voice quiet and a little uncertain.]
Would you like to see the rest? Or is this good enough?
[connor has seen several scenarios involving completely clothed participants coupling with a totally nude partner--adding to a certain fantasy or inclusion of power. that doesn't seem like something gavin would shy away from, especially if the other party is an android. his mouth parts slightly; the perpetually tentative look he often gets just winds up looking more suggestive than it should.]
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Invite you here and then not let you in? That'd be pretty fucked up. [Apparently, being that much of an asshole wasn't in Gavin's repertoire either.
He can't help the flash of teeth when Connor offers to take off more. Alright. This was really happening.]
Take it easy. [It was a command, not a request.
He let Connor stand awkwardly in his bedroom for a moment, busying himself with kicking the cat out of the room and closing the door. While he was still turned away from Connor, facing the closed door, he shrugged his form-fitting t-shirt off and tossed it aside.
Without missing a beat, he closed the distance between them in a few strides and gave Connor a firm shove towards his bed with a heated, almost teasing smirk. The push was strangely light, and completely lacking any actual malice, directing the android where he wanted him to go and nothing else. It would have been easy for Connor to ignore completely if he'd wanted to. Easy, but annoying.] I'll let you know when I want the rest off, got it?
[He gestured with a little nod of his head for Connor to get fully onto his bed, crawling onto it after him. Gavin already had an idea in his head. However much pushing or pulling it took, he'd get Connor situated where he wanted him. Gavin was more than prepared, maybe even looking forward to, wrestling him into place and pinning him down with his back against the sheets, keeping Connor firmly in place by straddling him and taking a wrist in each hand, pushing them into the mattress above his head.
Again, Gavin seemed to push and then retreat, letting go of Connor's wrists and sitting back a little to admire the android he had pinned under him. In his bed.] I'm guessing, you're not opposed to kissing?
[He didn't actually pause to wait for an answer, hooking a finger into Connor's tie as he leaned down, giving it a tug to loosen it as he hovered with his lips nearly brushing Connor's. No doubt close enough that Connor could probably feel his breath, shallow and quick and excited, on his skin. The act of force that was just an act before pausing like he still expected Connor to need a half a second to change his mind and shove Gavin off of him.]
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[he confirms, putting up LET DETECTIVE REED LEAD in his task bar and waiting for guidance or another order. that doesn't stop him from looking though, processors heating up and bringing a warmth to his cheeks much in the same way it would a human as gavin pulls off his shirt. he's--he obviously takes good care of himself, despite the things connor has seen him order for lunch and the number of coffees he goes through in a morning. his preoccupation with the number of muscles and the line of gavin's body is enough that he doesn't realize he should look up or away until he's standing in front of connor and pushing him back. his movement is halted, startled--and he blinks in confusion.
but--it's not the same force he used back in the evidence room, not even the same bite when he's snapped at connor during work hours. it's light and teasing, and it's easier to stumble back that way and get on the bed the way gavin indicates.]
Oh--
[again, a surprised noise when gavin lifts his arms above his head and mimics pinning him down. he's a pleasant weight above connor, who lets his hands flex slightly but doesn't make any movements to displace their positions or disobey the silent insinuation here. his thirium output increases again--this time out of more excitement when the tickle of breath washed over him, the quick promise of something deeper registering against his lips. he wants everything--not just the tease, and he squirms slightly underneath, eyes falling half-lidded.]
No, I think I would enjoy that very much.
[it's a soft murmur, one that brushes their lips together even more as connor tilts his neck up slightly. someone's eager for it. the idea of escaping or pushing gavin away is far from how he really feels--how much he finds he wants. they haven't even done anything yet and a pleasant sensation he wants to chase is creeping up on him.
arousal.]
I'm--consumed by the realization that this is already better than just watching, Detective. So...please.
[do his worst.]
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Begging already? [His voice is a low, husky growl, smirk curling a little further. Eyes burning holes through Connor, watching him as he rocked his hips forward experimentally to see what kind of reaction he would get, grinding their hips together.
Threading his fingers into Connor's stupid, perfect, fucking hair, he grabbed a fistful and pulled, tilting his head further back. The kiss was tongue first, flicking over Connor's parted lips before capturing his mouth in a heated kiss, diving in without hesitation.
The key at this point was to stop thinking, stop analyzing, and just go for it, and that was exactly what he was doing. They were both adults, they were both definitely consenting, there was no reason not to take everything he wanted, enacting all the distracting stray thoughts and fantasies he'd had about the stupid android.]
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he supposes, just moments after it doesn't matter anymore, that he wouldn't be adverse to begging if this is how good it could feel.
but gavin doesn't give him time to answer, instead drawing another keening noise out of him when he tugs at his hair, the pull if it registering with the sensors under his scalp. another sensation that's not unpleasant--that he's seen in his research under very different contexts. connor lets himself be pushed into it, gavin taking what he wants before connor responds in kind. the first swipe of his tongue against gavin's registers plenty of stray information--his age, his general health, his date of birth and criminal record, what he's most eaten recently. connor dismisses all of them to focus on what's important: the hunger and heat of it.
he wants to touch, but he's been given a command, fingers flexing in mild frustration. in retaliation he surges up into the kiss harder and tries to show it through the line of his body pressing flush against the other detective's. he has no idea that he's been the star of these thoughts and fantasies, but it's almost certain gavin will start occupying plenty of preconstructions after this.]
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Another little rock of his hips grinds them together again, making Gavin break the kiss to pant softly for air.]
Not fucking bad... for a glorified Roomba. [His lips carelessly brush Connor's as he speaks before abruptly pushing himself back up to kneel between Connor's legs, once again looking down at the android, eyes dark with desire.
He trails his fingers over the meticulous white dress shirt, tracing the outline of Connor's chest, the sculpted muscle and ribs. The detail put into this stupid piece of plastic was ridiculous. Half out of desire, half out of sheer curiosity, he flicks a thumb over the area where a nipple would be, raising an eyebrow as he feels the little nub under the cloth. He knows he shouldn't be surprised; it would be a really strange thing to leave out.
With a small hint of an impish smile, Gavin very slowly, very meticulously works his collar up and loosens the android's tie slightly before just as unhurriedly working open every button of his shirt as he found an equally slow and unhurried rhythm to rock and grind his hips against Connor's teasingly. He pauses for a moment as he gets to where the shirt is neatly tucked in, eyes flickering up from what he's doing to watch Connor's face as he roughly tugs it free with one determined yank. He finishes with the shirt, letting it fall open so he can trail his fingers over bare skin, taking in the little freckles and moles and just how human he feels. So many little details...
And then he's back at Connor's tie. Tilting his head, he smirks a little as he straightens and adjusts it as if he were helping the android get ready for work or something.] The tie stays on.
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