I’m writing Gavin/RK900 for the first time and I’m really enjoying it already

“Shit.” Gavin eyes the perfect cock that has readily sprung out of RK900’s cloth pants, and lifts his leg, kicking at the cyborg while aiming for his crotch. “Get that thing away from me,” he hisses, angry like a cat.

RK900 – Nines – is unfazed. He catches Gavin’s ankle in one hand and pushes his leg up until his knee is nearly at his chest. When he kicks with the other leg, Nines catches that, too, and gives it the same treatment.

Neatly bundled up in a little package, Gavin can only wheeze in anger, his face becoming dangerously red beneath the scruff as is eyes flick down to Nines’ perfect cock swinging out of the open fly of his pants. It is as pale as the rest of the cyborg, the pretty, flared tip an artificial pink. All to suggest the cyborg is as turned on by what is happening as Gavin is.