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Things continued like that for the next week and a half. Every morning, Nines messaged to check in and make sure he was doing the dishes. In the evening, he checked in again to make sure he did the larger chores. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to spur him on. He was encouraging, gently coaxing him into action and reminding him how good it felt once he finished a task. Gavin would usually scoff and act evasive before doing as he was told with the lingering memory of that spanking hanging over his head.
After the first week and a half, Nines dropped to sending messages every other day. At that point, Gavin was adapting to the routine. Doing the dishes wasn’t so much of a chore anymore, and he hung the laundry on autopilot. He had to motivate himself into everything else, but he always had Nines cheering him on in the back of his mind. It was starting to feel good when he praised him. Really good. If he told him in person, he also got a small smile and maybe even a touch on his neck or fingers in his hair. He had to catch himself every time, reminding himself that Nines was an android, and he wasn’t into that.
As time wore on, the messages dropped to once every three days, then every four days, and then they just stopped. They were back to messaging about cases and nothing else. He was trusted to do the small stuff. Alongside the messages were visits. Nines visited once a week, on Wednesday. Gavin wasn’t sure why it was Wednesday, maybe because that’s what day it was the first time he helped him clean up. For the first month, he’d resented it. Every Wednesday, Nines would dog his steps to the car and insist he invite him over so he could see how he was doing.
Gavin would drive to his apartment, lead the way up, and open the door. Nines would follow him inside and strut around with his hands behind his back. His LED would spin yellow, silvery eyes intense as he scrutinised everything. Gavin felt nervous the first few times, worried he hadn’t done well enough and that Nines would pick apart his work. He’d start in the living room, checking the clutter was cleared up and the floor was relatively clean. Walking into the kitchen, he’d check the washing up was done, and that the surfaces had been wiped down. His eyes would rove over the floor and check the bin was clean and closed. Gavin would follow him to the bedroom and hover in the doorway as he checked the bedding and the state of the laundry. Upon finding everything was under control, he’d check the bathroom and make sure everything was clean and in order.
Gavin hated the way he’d always smile and stroke his head afterwards, telling him how well he’d done. It made him preen on the inside, heating his skin and making him shiver. He knew Nines knew it, too. After that, it wasn’t so bad. Since Nines had come all the way there, it seemed rude to kick him out right away, and they were friends…of a sort. He’d asked Nines what he wanted to do the first time, and Nines had offered to help him cook for the coming week. That suited Gavin just fine. He wasn’t the best when it came to cooking, so the help was actually appreciated.
They’d head to the kitchen, where Nines would look at what he had and pretty much pull a recipe out of his robotic ass. Gavin didn’t know if he had a program installed, or if he was searching the internet as he went, but he always came up with something delicious. He’d set him to work peeling or chopping something while he got the pans or cooker ready. Nines did the bulk of the actual cooking. Gavin usually stirred things on occasion while Nines did the important things like seasoning and making up sauces.
It was nice. There was no way he was going to call it anything else, like domestic or homely. Gavin Reed? Getting cosy with an android? No fucking way! He had to remind himself of that more than once. It was so easy to forget with Nines, especially when he took his jacket off and loosened the high collar of his shirt. He found his eyes straying to the dip of his collarbone more than once. There really wasn’t much to give him away as an android besides the LED spinning blue on his temple. His silvery eyes always looked so warm, and his hands felt so real. He even breathed like a normal person, though he was pretty sure that was just for his benefit.
This routine continued for almost four months, and before he knew it, he’d added Nines to his routine. Wednesday was cooking with Nines night. They even started to plan it. After cooking, while he was eating dinner, they’d huddle together at the breakfast bar looking at recipes for the next week. They were usually meals that could be cooked in bulk and easily stored, so he’d have extra meals throughout the week. His freezer currently had a healthy stock of meals he could pull out and defrost when needed.
Nines was reasonable when it came to his diet. He wasn’t on his back constantly. He could have a takeaway here and there, especially on those late nights he ate in the precinct. At those times, Nines often bought it for him because he was so distracted he didn’t think to do it himself. Before Nines came along, those would have been the nights he ended up shovelling down cold ravioli before passing out in his clothes. He still passed out in his clothes from time to time, but he always ate first. Either takeout at the precinct or a reheated meal from the fridge. It was near the end of month four that Nines suggested a change.
“Since you’re keeping on top of things so well, I suggest we make these visits biweekly.” Gavin’s mind blanked momentarily. What? Nines didn’t want to come over anymore? “I didn’t intend to take up your evenings forever, and you’ve been doing wonderfully.” Nines was washing up at the time, unaware of the turmoil his words had caused. Gavin swallowed the unexpected knot in his throat. It was no big deal. It wasn’t like cooking with Nines night had become a thing…not really. They’d only been doing it for four months. He’d still come over every other Wednesday. He probably had better things to do with his evenings. “What do you think?” Nines turned to him then, and Gavin had hastily composed himself.
“Sure, sounds good…” It didn’t sound good at all, but he wasn’t about to say anything. Nines had gone home not long after, apparently unaware of his soured mood. He’d done his best to keep it on the inside. Nines hadn’t done anything to deserve a hard time. He was right. It was time they both got their evenings back. Just because he had no plans didn’t mean he wasn’t interrupting Nines’ evenings. He probably did family shit with Hank and Connor, or went out, or maybe he had a hobby he’d sacrificed to spend time with him. But I thought…He huffed and cut off the thought. It was stupid to think that maybe Nines enjoyed these evenings. They were both just making the best of it. Nines would gradually stop coming, and that was that. That was as it should be.
He ignored the thought for the first two days, but by Saturday, he was losing motivation. He still did his chores that day, but probably not as thoroughly as he should. By Monday, he was starting to think. What would happen if I stopped doing the chores? Nines would definitely be pissed, but was that all? He’d arranged these regular check-ups to make sure he kept on top of things. If he slipped up, did that mean he’d keep coming on a weekly basis? That wouldn’t be fair on Nines. If he didn’t want to come over, he shouldn’t force him…On the other hand, what did he have to lose? If Nines was that determined to have his evenings back, then he’d just refuse to come over, right? Right…
He stopped doing the dishes, though it was hard. He found himself standing in front of the sink more than once, staring at the neat stacks he’d left on the counter. There wasn’t much, just a couple of pans, a few plates, bowls, cutlery, and mugs. He didn’t throw his trash out either, so there were two empty bottles and an empty takeout box set on the side. His only compromise was that he put the food remnants in the trash. He didn’t want cockroaches. On Monday, he didn’t vacuum. He thought about it, but kept reminding himself it would only be for a week. On Tuesday, he didn’t clean the bathroom. That wasn’t so urgent. He used it in the morning and evening, but he was at work throughout the day, so after a week, it wasn’t actually that dirty. On Wednesday, he didn’t do the laundry before work, but he did at least put the basket by the machine.
Before he left for work that morning, he looked around with an unsatisfied frown. Despite not cleaning, the apartment still looked pretty neat and tidy. He worried his lip for a moment. What if it was too neat? What if Nines didn’t see it as enough of a problem to keep coming over? Phck, this is so pathetic! What the phck am I doing, phcking shit up just to get an android’s attention? Despite the embarrassing thought, he still walked around messing things up. He knocked over the cushions on the sofa, put a few books on the coffee table, and tossed a few DVDs off the stand. After that, he turned his attention to the kitchen. Way too neat…He grabbed his ashtray, gently shaking it as he walked across the tiles, leaving a light coating of ash on the floor. That would piss Nines off to no end. He scattered a little more on the counter, leaving nothing but a dozen or so butts in the silver tray.
He was nervous about it all day. He couldn’t believe what he’d done. Regrets piled up the closer it got to the end of his shift. Nines was going to be so mad. What if he saw through it? What if he somehow knew he’d done it on purpose and was acting out? Shit…Maybe he should try to convince him to start early on that bi-weekly thing. He could send Nines home and clean up as if nothing had happened. That was probably best. It was a dumb idea. Petty and childish. He should never have talked himself into it.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was agitated that day. A human could have seen it, so Nines certainly had no trouble. His LED span yellow as he assessed his mental state. He was so agitated and lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice him scanning. That was rare. He’d usually kick up a fuss and tell him to point his scanners elsewhere. His constant distraction had him concerned, and the agitation increased towards the end of their shift. Things finally fell into place when it was time for them to leave and Gavin got to his feet, running an awkward hand through his hair.
“Hey-uh…I was thinking, maybe we should start this bi-weekly thing early…You don’t want to be wasting your evenings with me every week. I’m sure you have other shit to do, so…” Nines’ silvery eyes sharpened at that. It wasn’t like Gavin to be considerate. His suspicions increased as Gavin continued to finger his hair. He always squirmed and fiddled when he was anxious. What did he have to be anxious about? The only reason he would be so keen to keep him from his apartment was if he’d fallen behind in his chores. Nines’ LED span yellow at the thought. That didn’t make sense. All of his research and the trajectory of their progression suggested that Gavin would continue to improve. Added trust and independence were supposed to encourage humans.
“We will begin next week. I said I would come over this week, and you agreed we would make a green Thai curry.” Gavin clammed up. That was true. He’d even gone out and bought the ingredients on Sunday before he came up with that stupid plan. Nines watched his vitals shoot up and dance in agitation. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, skin heating and becoming clammy with nerves. He definitely didn’t want him to go near his apartment. “Come, Gavin.” He left no room for arguments as he led the way, noting that Gavin had followed like a chastised child.
“Nines, can’t you come over tomorrow instead?” Another plea. Nines frowned slightly as Gavin hesitated to unlock the car.
“Tomorrow is our late shift. It would be impractical for me to return to your residence at that hour.” His skin coloured a shade at that, green eyes darting around for another excuse. “Gavin…is there something you wish to tell me?” Nines paused, silvery eyes almost soft as he gave him the chance to simply come clean. Gavin huffed a breath, burying his hands in his pockets and licking his dry lips as he looked at his feet. He certainly should tell Nines, but what the hell could he say? I deliberately phcked up my apartment because I wanted your attention? Phck no!
“I’m a little behind is all…” It came out as a grumble as he kept his eyes down. Nines had the feeling it was a little more than that judging by how evasive he was being, but at least he’d opened up. He softened as he stepped forward and lifted his chin with the crook of his finger. He looked nervous and horribly guilty.
“Thank you for telling me. I will take your confession into account when I assess the damage.” He noted Gavin’s vitals rise again, pulse fluttering against his finger. His agitation continued all the way to his apartment. If Nines didn’t know better, he would have said he was afraid. He didn’t want him to be afraid. Had he been so rough last time that the idea of punishment was now distressing? Perhaps. He’d noted the pain had taken over a week to subside, and three to disappear completely. Gavin remained timid as he opened the door and stepped inside.
Nines’ LED span yellow as he scanned, chest dropping in disappointment. The floors had not been vacuumed since last week. He could see the mess in the kitchen from the door, and there was clutter in the living room. Gavin remained silent as he slipped out of his jacket, letting Nines wander. Nines frowned slightly as he took in the organised chaos. It didn’t look right. He knew how Gavin was when he was absentminded. Although the bathroom seemed genuinely neglected and overlooked, the living room and kitchen were another story.
He started in the living room, running his preconstruction software to help him figure out what had happened. The disorder was too focused. Too neat. He watched the outline of Gavin knocking the cushions down and placing the books on the table before toppling the scattered DVDs from their shelf like a mischievous cat. Looking across at the washing machine by the kitchen, he noted the laundry basket had been neatly placed by the door, ready to be completed. In the kitchen, the dirty dishes had been neatly stacked on the side rather than piled high in the sink. That was telling. When Gavin was disorganised, he simply dropped items in the sink. These dishes had been scraped off and stacked. There were no scraps of food. He’d tidied up. The ash on the counter and floor threw him a little. The butts were sitting in the ashtray, but everything else had been scattered about. It was deliberate. His preconstruction showed Gavin shaking the ash in almost neat lines up and down the floor, and leaving a dusting on the counter.
“Gavin…what happened?” Gavin had never looked more like a chastised child than he did then. He was digging his nails in his elbows and pressing himself back against the living room wall as he looked at the floor. “You were doing so well…” Nines’ voice was soft and coaxing as he approached. His LED span yellow as he noted the deep crescents forming in his skin. They would bleed if he didn’t stop. “Speak to me…” He was gentle as he took his hands and pulled them loose, laying his own hands in the way to keep him safe.
“I just fell behind is all…” Gavin was being evasive. They both knew he was lying. He glanced up timidly, inwardly cursing as he realised he’d been caught. Nines knew! He fucking knew! His pulse raced at the realisation.
“My preconstruction software suggests otherwise…Did you deliberately soil your apartment?” It sounded fucking weird when he put it like that. He couldn’t answer. If he said no, Nines would call him out for lying. If he said yes, Nines would make him explain himself, and there was no way he’d fucking do that! “Why did you do it?” Phck! He’d skipped right over the answering phase and gone straight to the why? Gavin just about had a heart attack as Nines stepped closer, backing him fully against the wall. He balked as a thigh slotted between his legs and their chests almost brushed. Phck-phck-phck-phck-
“I-I don’t know…” His voice came out way smaller than intended, embarrassing him even more. His mouth was so dry he was surprised he could speak at all. He put his hands on Nines’ chest in reflex as he leaned even closer, gently butting his head so he’d look up. His cheeks were burning as he met Nines’ curious eyes. He’d been caught in another lie. Nines searched his eyes before changing tactics.
“Is it because of me?” Shit! Gavin didn’t know how to stop his face and vitals from giving him away. He panicked as Nines laid a hand on his cheek, keeping his head in place and silently demanding eye contact. Gavin felt like a deer in headlights. He tried to knock Nines’ arm away, but it was immovable. He also tried pushing his shoulders, but he was like a statue. To limit his squirming, Nines took the hand from his shoulder and pinned it to the wall beside his head. It seemed he’d already sussed the answer. “Something I did?” Gavin seemed less evasive, though his lips trembled as he took a breath. “Something I said.” His green eyes blinked, giving him away. “You didn’t want me to see the mess today…but you did it on purpose…” Gavin swallowed again, looking away. “Is it because I said I would decrease my visitations?” The atmosphere was tense. The way Gavin’s pulse raced and his body stiffened was enough to give him away. “Gavin…my visitations were never limited to your cleaning duties. If you wanted me to come over, all you had to do was ask…”
“What makes you think I want you here at all? Phcking android!” There was nowhere near enough venom in his tone to convince either of them. His voice quivered with embarrassment and his skin heated, sending pink creeping up his neck. Nines smirked as he remained as he was, pinning one hand to the wall with a hand on his cheek.
“Gavin…you can’t lie to me.” Phck…He didn’t know where to go from there. Luckily, it seemed Nines did. Gavin stiffened as he pressed closer and tilted his chin up. The moment their lips touched was about the time Gavin’s head emptied of all rational thought. The hand still pushing Nines’s shoulder bunched in his jacket, holding on for dear life as he pushed closer. Nines moved the hand on his wrist higher, gently lacing their fingers as he pressed him against the wall. The knee slotted between Gavin’s thighs rose to grind his cock. Silvery eyes sharpened as a gasping mewl escaped Gavin’s lips. He liked that sound. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue.
Gavin’s mouth eagerly opened to greet him, licking across his lips and stroking his tongue. Nines didn’t bother to hold back the moan in his throat, enjoying how it made Gavin shiver. When he finally drew back to let him catch his breath, he took his time examining his face. His lips were wet and pink, skin flushed from lack of air, green eyes dazed and needy. He was perfect. Nines didn’t give him the chance to come back to himself completely. As soon as he seemed to have breath, he swooped in again, eagerly exploring his mouth. The hand in his jacket moved to grip the back of his neck, fingers fisting in his hair and pulling him closer. Gavin was receptive to his advances.
“Gavin, if you give no verbal objection, I am going to ravish you,” Nines purred breathlessly as he drew back. He waited for his statement to register, silently worried as time passed. He knew the exact moment Gavin understood. The pink reached his ears and his eyes widened. His lips trembled in a silent stammer, but no words came out. Nines gave him a few more moments, both of them panting, though only Gavin needed air. Nines moved in, caressing his stubble with his thumb as he reached his final moments. Gavin pressed his lips together and swallowed, avoiding his searching eyes. That was enough. “Gavin…”
A small whine escaped as Nines lifted him. He was so strong he didn’t even stumble as he moved away from the wall and headed to the bedroom. Gavin gripped his waist with his thighs and wrapped his arms around his neck as he was carried, lips barely parting for an instant. The next thing he knew, he was on his back with Nines above him, still devouring his mouth, swallowing each whine and moan. The knee returned, slotting between his thighs and rocking slowly as a hand slid beneath his top. Gavin moaned at the cool touch as Nines stroked his side and caressed his back, slowly inching the material higher.
As soon as his own top was off, Gavin reached up with eager hands to push the stiff jacket from Nines’ shoulders. He wanted skin on skin contact. Nines seemed to understand as he tossed his jacket aside and started popping the buttons of his shirt. He chuckled as Gavin pushed up to join him, attacking the lower buttons with shaking fingers. His silvery eyes widened a little as he caught the smile on Gavin’s face as he bit his lip. He’d never seen him smile like that before. He swooped in again, barely giving him time to push the shirt off his shoulders before he had him pinned to the bed again.
Gavin gasped and moaned as he felt Nines’ skin on his for the first time. Like his hands, it felt perfectly real, only a little cooler, and completely dry. Gavin was a little conscious that his own would feel hot and sticky, but Nines certainly wasn’t complaining. He took his arms and pinned them with his own, resting their bodies flush against each other as he stole kiss after kiss from his willing lips. From what he’d seen, Nines’ body was as pale and freckled as his face, with moles and beauty spots scattered across the surface. He had a fair share of his own, of course, only the tan of his skin hid them from view. He moaned as Nines rocked his hips, rubbing his cock through his jeans.
“Phck, take your pants off and get your cock in my mouth!” Nines chuckled again at his eagerness. Considering their usual interactions, it was something he hadn’t expected. On a normal day, Gavin would spurn the idea of being involved with an android. Did that make him special? It certainly seemed that way as Gavin slipped free to wrap his arms around his neck. Nines allowed it for a while, accepting the biting kisses and eager nips along his throat. They paused again, sitting up and breathing heavy. Gavin’s hand remained in his hair, kneading and stroking as he panted against his lips.
“I have a better idea.” Gavin hummed curiously, hums soon turning to moans as Nines returned to his lips. “We both…take our…pants off…and you…sit on my face.” He spoke between small kisses, enjoying the way Gavin clammed up at the suggestion. He bit his lip as he reached down to stroke Gavin’s crotch, pleased to find him erect and ready. “Don’t worry…you can still put your mouth to good use,” he added with a playful nip at his lobe. Gavin whined softly, rocking his hips to grind against Nines’ pawing hand. Seeing he was receptive, Nines squeezed through his jeans, chuckling softly as Gavin canted into his touch. “Pants off.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as Nines climbed off, Gavin popped the buttons of his jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking off his socks and shoes as he went. Before Nines had a chance to get them both into position, Gavin all but leapt into his lap. The sensation of his cock rubbing his genital component was new and interesting, definitely worthy of further study. He almost purred as he crossed his legs, accepting Gavin’s thighs at his waist as eager arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him down to get at his lips again. It seemed this wasn’t a new position for Gavin. He seemed to know exactly how to squirm to get the stimulation he desired. Nines shuddered, grabbing his waist and leaning his head on his shoulder as he ground himself up and down his cock.
“Gavin…” The purr of his name made him shiver, nails clawing his back in response. “Much as I’m enjoying this encounter, I need to prepare you.” Another whine sounded. Gavin was content as he was, rocking and squirming, rubbing their glans. Nines turned his face, nibbling and kissing his neck in contentment. This was a rather stimulating position, however he’d said he would fuck him, and he intended to carry out that task to the letter. He slapped a hand on his ass and squeeze, enjoying the way Gavin jumped upon contact. “Get on your knees.” With that order given, Nines moved to lie back, making himself comfortable. He patted his chest gently as Gavin hesitated. “Gavin…”
The gentle purr of his name seemed to be enough to lure him in. He was surprisingly timid as he crawled over, self-conscious as he swung his leg over and knelt with his back to his face. Nines hummed his approval. He had a rather divine view of his ass. Gavin let out a surprised yelp as strong hands raised his hips and dragged him back until his knees were slotted beneath Nines’ arms. He now had access to everything. A position he intended to take full advantage of. Gavin’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he felt a warm breath on his ass. This wasn’t a position he got put in often. He felt horribly vulnerable. It didn’t help that it was Nines, his fucking android partner. What the phck was I thinking, I-
“Oh-phck!” He arched his spine, gasping in a breath as strong hands pried him open, and Nines’ tongue greedily lathered his rim. He didn’t remember the last time anyone had gone all in like that. He didn’t know what perverted program Nines was running, or what video he’d used for technique, but he could already feel his ring loosening and his insides turning to mush. “Oh-wow…ah-phck!” He couldn’t help squirming as Nines’ tongue continued to prod and tease, and one of his hands moved to fondle his balls. He moaned softly, looking down at Nines cock as it twitched and swayed.
It would be a crime to let that go neglected. He trembled as he lowered himself to his forearms, resting on Nines’ hips as he licked a strip up his cock. His eyes fluttered shut, and he tried to ignore the pleasure swirling in his stomach as he licked and sucked the tip of Nines’ cock. It was his first time with an android cock. The strangest thing was how normal it felt. Aside from being a little cooler, it was exactly the same. The artificial release even tasted a little salty, though it had an odd texture, almost oily. He was willing to ignore that as he lowered his head and heard Nines let out an almost surprised moan. The hand on his ass tightened in approval and Nines seemed to try even harder to please him.
The hand on his balls moved to stroke and tease his dripping cock, pumping slowly up and down as he continued to slick up his ring with long licks and firm prods. Gavin hummed and squirmed, held in place by the strong hand on his ass. Not one to be outdone, Gavin gripped Nines’ cock with one hand and lowered himself further, taking in about half. It was harder than he thought at this angle, and he had more girth than expected. On reflection, he probably should have expected as much, given the length. He moaned as Nines bent his knees and canted his hips, rocking into his mouth. The change in angle actually helped a little, allowing him to slide deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it Gavin! You’re doing so well…Fuck, suck my cock! Take it all the way down!” Gavin shuddered as he did his best to comply. Who the phck taught him to talk like that? What phcking pornos has he been watching? He couldn’t have just started speaking like that himself. The tongue in his passage returned, prodding and licking with firm strokes. The ring had loosened now, letting him push in as far as he could reach, which wasn’t overly far. Luckily, he had fingers for that. He smirked as he sucked his fingers, coating them in lubricant before pushing them inside.
“N-Nines! Phck-uhn!” Nines chuckled softly as Gavin pulled off his cock and arched his spine, almost riding his fingers as he continued to pump his cock. He whined softly, too lost in pleasure to remember he was still holding Nines’ dripping cock.
“Does it feel good, Gavin? Being tongue fucked by an android?” It was an almost cruel reminder that pulled him from the moment. Nines was right. He was on his knees, moaning like a bitch for a fucking android! But the android was Nines. That wasn’t so bad, right? The thoughts left his head again as Nines closed his lips around his balls, licking and sucking. Gavin immediately reached back to grip his forearm, not even looking as he whined and whimpered.
“G-good! Ph-phck-Nines-good! So good!” Nines seemed pleased with the answer. The hand on his cock released to stroke up and down his side, almost comforting him as he trembled. Fuck, he was so close! Just another thrust or two and he’d come. He yelped as he was lifted again, finding himself upended on his forearms with his ass in the air. “Phck-please-please! Phck! Nines-please!” His cock was dripping, the tight ring of muscle twitching needily. He whimpered as Nines leaned low over his back, almost melting as he linked their fingers with one hand. He used the other to guide himself home.
“Is this what you wanted, Gavin?” he purred as he slid forward in one smooth push. “Does it feel good?” Gavin could barely stammer out desperate pleas and agreements as he trembled on his knees. He felt so fucking full he thought his stomach might burst, but it was rubbing in all the right places. “Have you thought about this, Gavin? Have you touched yourself and imagined me ploughing your ass like a needy human bitch?” Gavin almost curled up in humiliation as he nodded. He could feel heat and blood flooding his cheeks as he kept his head down and moaned into the duvet. “Face up, Gavin…Look.”
“Oh-phck!” They were facing the vanity. Nines was fucking him right in front of the wide mirror.
“Keep watching, Gavin…Fuck, I want you to watch me pummel your ass! Can you see it, Gavin? Can you see my cock fucking your ass?” Gavin couldn’t do any more than tremble and whine. He could see it. It wasn’t a full view, but every time Nines lifted his hips, he could see some of his shaft, wet with whatever oily lubricant he’d used. “Fuck, you look so good like this! Fuck, look at yourself!” He couldn’t help following Nines’ order, whimpering as he took in the lusty, fucked out look on his face. His skin was shiny and flushed, kiss bitten lips parted in needy pants, eyes dazed and needy.
Nines was a wonder to behold. He wasn’t too bad himself. He was well toned and kept in shape, though he was a little battered and scarred. That was nothing compared to Nines. It was unfair how good he looked. His thighs were strong, and his abs were lightly toned. It looked good every time he rocked his hips, the way he bounced his body into the mattress like a rag doll. His shoulders and arms were also sculpted as he held himself up, still gripping his hand so tenderly despite the endless bruising thrusts. Nines growled as he leaned down to bite and kiss his shoulder, breathing deep to catch his musky scent.
“Fuck, Gavin! I’m going to come! I’m going to shoot so deep you’ll be leaking android ejaculate for the next week!” Gavin whimpered again, tightening their linked fingers. That seemed to be what did it. Nines let out a breathy moan, pushing deep and quivering as he spilled. Gavin couldn’t feel it exactly, but he was pretty sure Nines kept his word. He held himself there for what seemed like a long time, tense and quivering, barely canting his hips. The canting rubbed in just the right way, and soon Gavin was spilling on the sheets, eyes locked with Nines in the mirror. “Fuck, Gavin…come here…come…” They fell sideways and Nines gently pulled out, pulling his shoulder until he rolled against his chest.
Gavin didn’t have time to speak as gentle lips claimed his own. A hand laced in his hair, keeping him in place. Nines paid no mind to his squirms as he writhed against him, still riding the lingering high of his orgasm. Nines helped, stroking and squeezing his ass and cupping his balls until he finally calmed, gasping and trembling. Gavin let his hands wander too, stroking Nines chest and back, squeezing his ass and thigh. He nuzzled closer, trying to be subtle as he breathed Nines’ faint thirium scent and enjoyed the spiced cologne he always wore. Nines somehow seemed to know anyway, chuckling as he stroked his hair and nestled him closer, snug in the crook of his shoulder where the scent was strongest. Gavin started feeling drowsy as time passed, and Nines fell silent.
“N-Nines…will you stay?” The question was so quiet, a human would have missed it. Gavin’s lips thinned in regret as the room remained quiet with just the sound of their tired breaths and the hum of Nines’ core. His heart sank a little, but like fuck he was about to repeat the question. It seemed like Nines had gone into stasis. He almost jumped out of his skin as gentle lips brushed his temple and the hand resumed stroking his hair.
“I will…Always.”