[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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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.]