[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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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.]