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.
[and yet, the kissing is what connor wants more of, now that he's at least got the friction from gavin's hips rocking steadily against his own. he quickly realizes that the little rushes of heat curling in his belly and jolting up his skin like they're sparking between his circuits could easily become overwhelming. you want what you can't have, he remembers hearing. that is accurate--he wants to keep kissing him and he wants to touch, but despite the fact that he could disobey by bringing his hands back down to thread through gavin's hair or trace along the stubble at his jawline...he doesn't. gavin is the one with the experience here. and besides--connor feels another inexplicable rush of heat under the surface of his artificial skin at the thought of willingly listening and taking instruction.
he groans against gavin's lips, tongue licking across his teeth when he pulls away. it's the only time he's been resentful of a human's need for authentic breathing, a small pout in his expression at both the derogatory nickname and the lack of contact when he pulls away. seeing the desire in gavin's gaze doesn't compare to feeling the hardening length of his cock between his own legs.]
I can take more, you know. I want more.
[his gaze follows gavin's hands, biting his lip at the tease of his hands dragging across his body.]
Ah.
[he lets out a small gasp when fingers graze across his nipple chest rising and falling deceptively just like a human. he wishes gavin would linger--repeat that motion or make it skin against artificial skin.
there's no apparent goal here, not to connor yet anyway, but he doesn't object or wriggle even if he'd like to. and then finally gavin takes some measure of pity on him, pulling open his shirt and exposing him to the cooler air. he feels the tiniest brush of his fingers while gavin yanks it out of his jeans and then adjusts his tie. is it a light mocking of what connor had done in the footage after he'd knocked gavin out months ago? maybe. the texture of it against his chest is interesting, and he looks up through his lashes coquettishly to meet gavin's eyes again. he doesn't mean to sound eager, but inevitably that's what happens anyway.]
Alright.
I can think of at least six scenarios in which you could put it to better use than the aesthetic, Detective Reed.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[that's not the only moan he's going to get from connor right now, let alone tonight. he bites his lip to try and stifle it, brows contorting upwards in surprise at the fact that gavin isn't teasing him but he is at the same time. honestly he thought he'd have to beg to get that kind of firm fistful around his cock--and now that he doesn't it's almost too much. connor's hips jerk slightly arms still dutifully lifted above his head as he ducks his chin slightly.]
Ah--G-Gavin--
[he shudders again, feeling the bite of teeth against his artificial skin and yes, both the spike in his stress levels and the stilted inhales against his neck. what's even more frustrating is that he can feel gavin's cock straining and pressed hot against his thigh. connor wants nothing more than to reciprocate or feel it somewhere more meaningful. that's the biggest tease of all, and he grits his teeth slightly, letting it bleed into his reply.]
Not always, no. But I am right now, even though I want to be more useful than this. I want--
[how far he's come, openly admitting he actually wants something. he tilts his head back, lips parted and eyes falling half-lidded as he glances up at gavin.]
Shit. [It's a breathless, chuckle. He almost sounds amazed and, again, it's because of a simple sound. A fucking sound. But like that moan, there was just something about hearing Connor say his name like that. It made his breath hitch and catch in his throat.
And then it feels like Connor dropped a damn bomb. It's a shock to hear Connor express his desire. For Connor, it's because he wasn't programmed to want, but for Gavin it's because he simply never thought Connor would ever be saying something like that to him.
Gavin completely froze for a fraction of a second and makes the mistake of meeting Connor's eyes. They look so human, so dark and eager and full of desire.] Yeah? [It's more of an exhale than a word, moving his hand again in agonizingly long, deliberate strokes.] Keep talking. What d'you want to do, huh?
[There was something deeply satisfying about imagining that maybe an android's thoughts had been plagued with as many fantasies as his own. Satisfying and oddly empowering, even if it wasn't actually true. A guy could fantasize about fantasies, okay?
Keeping his eyes locked on Connor's, he gave him a devious smirk and shifted to sit back on his feet, erection more obvious than ever now that he'd straightened up. He'd slipped his hands away from Connor, one now resting thoughtlessly on Connor's thigh, the other touching himself through his tented boxer-briefs.] You wanna touch me? Wanna know how I taste? C'mere. [He tilted his head slightly, gesturing for Connor to sit up, eyes still boring holes in Connor's.] You're here 'cause you were curious, right?
Go ahead. [His tone lacks any goading, not even teasing at moment. He almost doesn't sound like himself as he quietly invites Connor to explore a little.]
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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.
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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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he groans against gavin's lips, tongue licking across his teeth when he pulls away. it's the only time he's been resentful of a human's need for authentic breathing, a small pout in his expression at both the derogatory nickname and the lack of contact when he pulls away. seeing the desire in gavin's gaze doesn't compare to feeling the hardening length of his cock between his own legs.]
I can take more, you know. I want more.
[his gaze follows gavin's hands, biting his lip at the tease of his hands dragging across his body.]
Ah.
[he lets out a small gasp when fingers graze across his nipple chest rising and falling deceptively just like a human. he wishes gavin would linger--repeat that motion or make it skin against artificial skin.
there's no apparent goal here, not to connor yet anyway, but he doesn't object or wriggle even if he'd like to. and then finally gavin takes some measure of pity on him, pulling open his shirt and exposing him to the cooler air. he feels the tiniest brush of his fingers while gavin yanks it out of his jeans and then adjusts his tie. is it a light mocking of what connor had done in the footage after he'd knocked gavin out months ago? maybe. the texture of it against his chest is interesting, and he looks up through his lashes coquettishly to meet gavin's eyes again. he doesn't mean to sound eager, but inevitably that's what happens anyway.]
Alright.
I can think of at least six scenarios in which you could put it to better use than the aesthetic, Detective Reed.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Ah--G-Gavin--
[he shudders again, feeling the bite of teeth against his artificial skin and yes, both the spike in his stress levels and the stilted inhales against his neck. what's even more frustrating is that he can feel gavin's cock straining and pressed hot against his thigh. connor wants nothing more than to reciprocate or feel it somewhere more meaningful. that's the biggest tease of all, and he grits his teeth slightly, letting it bleed into his reply.]
Not always, no. But I am right now, even though I want to be more useful than this. I want--
[how far he's come, openly admitting he actually wants something. he tilts his head back, lips parted and eyes falling half-lidded as he glances up at gavin.]
I want you.
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And then it feels like Connor dropped a damn bomb. It's a shock to hear Connor express his desire. For Connor, it's because he wasn't programmed to want, but for Gavin it's because he simply never thought Connor would ever be saying something like that to him.
Gavin completely froze for a fraction of a second and makes the mistake of meeting Connor's eyes. They look so human, so dark and eager and full of desire.] Yeah? [It's more of an exhale than a word, moving his hand again in agonizingly long, deliberate strokes.] Keep talking. What d'you want to do, huh?
[There was something deeply satisfying about imagining that maybe an android's thoughts had been plagued with as many fantasies as his own. Satisfying and oddly empowering, even if it wasn't actually true. A guy could fantasize about fantasies, okay?
Keeping his eyes locked on Connor's, he gave him a devious smirk and shifted to sit back on his feet, erection more obvious than ever now that he'd straightened up. He'd slipped his hands away from Connor, one now resting thoughtlessly on Connor's thigh, the other touching himself through his tented boxer-briefs.] You wanna touch me? Wanna know how I taste? C'mere. [He tilted his head slightly, gesturing for Connor to sit up, eyes still boring holes in Connor's.] You're here 'cause you were curious, right?
Go ahead. [His tone lacks any goading, not even teasing at moment. He almost doesn't sound like himself as he quietly invites Connor to explore a little.]