Gavin/RK900 – tsundere bottom; virgin Gavin; mouthy bottom; consensual – They’ve agreed on it but Gavin needs to make it difficult.
“Shit.” Gavin eyes the perfect cock that has readily sprung out of RK900’s cloth pants, and lifts his leg, kicking at the android 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 android, the pretty, flared tip an artificial pink. All to suggest the cyborg is as turned on by what is happening as Gavin is.
He has to enjoy it in some way, he supposes; Nines has the infuriating habit of not doing what he does not want, even though he vehemently denies *wanting* anything.
While Gavin stares, the perfect android cock *flexes*, and he curses again, arms coming up, hands planted against Nines’ chest – for all the good *that* will do him.
Nines stares at him, his face absolutely neutral in the way that Gavin *loathes*. He looks so much like that little twerpy twink version that is trailing after Anderson like a lost puppy; except, that Nines is built like a brick wall with a jawline to match. His brown eyes are cold and calculating; not like that RK800.
“Get that thing away from me,” Gavin hisses. Nines watches him, one of his perfect eyebrows twitching just once. There’s something cool and blue glinting in the center of his pupils. Analyzing Gavin.
“Your chemical balance suggests that you very much want that *thing* in your immediate vicinity, Detective Reed. Preferably inside you,” Nines says, very loud and very clear, his eyes flicking down. He lets go of one of Gavin’s legs – which sinks uselessly to the bed – and reaches out for his cock, flicking the tip just this side of gentle. Gavin jerks and hisses, his heartbeat kicking up a notch. “Your penis suggests likewise.”
Gavin throws one arm across his eyes while his fist pounds against Nines’ shoulder and chest. His breath comes out in a long, distraught whistle.
“Don’t fucken… don’t fucken call my cock-”
“It is the accurate term, is it not?”
Nines has come closer without Gavin noticing. He is bearing down on the backs of his thighs. His knees are at his shoulders by now and everything is hot and cramped, and it is so difficult to breathe.
His cock is pounding angrily against his stomach. He stares past Nines’ head – not a hair out of place – and is mesmerized for a second by the sight of his toes bouncing in the air; then he feels a touch to his *ass* and is jerked out of it.
Gavin’s hands are splayed against Nines’ chest in an instant, pushing back, but only finding a solid wall that does not even give an inch.
“I-I *said*,” he hisses, his cheeks pounding with blood. He feels like his eyes are bugging out of his head. He is sweaty and hot and sounds weird because the android has him trussed up like a package while Nines looks as perfect as ever, his suit barely wrinkled, his face smooth and pretty. “Get *away* from me! Fucken machine! Do what I tell you, I’m your master!”
That, finally, gets a reaction out of Nines – though not the one he hoped for.
The android freezes, his smooth, long fingers stopping deep inside Gavin’s ass where they try out the butter smooth give of his previously prepared hole; for a second he blankly looks at Gavin, then his mouth splits in a broad grin, showing off two rows of perfect teeth.
“My master, Detective? My, my…”
Gavin swallows past the lump that has suddenly formed in his throat. He can feel Nines pulling his fingers out slowly, the smooth tips doing a little flick against his prostate at the last second that makes Gavin gurgle and his cock jerk.
“I should listen to you… as my master… shouldn’t I?” Nines whispers, leaning farther down. Gavin can’t *breathe* anymore; he is absolutely surrounded by Nines, kept in place, and he can feel the warm nudge of his cock against his hole. He shudders, his eyes going big while he wheezes.
“Why don’t you try giving me an order, then? I have to listen, don’t I?”
“Get-” Gavin tries, swallows, then starts again: “Get *away* from me-”
Nines hunches his hips and his cock slides in on the generous amount of slick they’ve used; careful and slow, Gavin’s mouth opening in quiet surprise when he gets spread on the smooth, shockingly *warm* android cock. His first cock.
“Oops,” Nines whispers against his hot, sweaty face. “There seems to be an error in my programming, Detective…”
He fucks Gavin surprisingly careful on just a couple inches of his cock while Gavin’s fingers are curled tightly into his shirt, holding on for dear life.
He does not make a sound for the longest time, and when he does, it is an almost shy sounding little moan; an “oh” of surprised pleasure as his toes bounce in the air and his ass clenches on the first cock splitting him open.
He can’t concentrate on much when he’s struggling to properly breathe and also understand the warm waves of pleasure radiating from his stuffed abdomen; but what will always stay with him, vaguely, at the edge of his consciousness, is Nines’ absolutely smug face hovering above him.