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“What do you mean by all the seats are taken?!”
Gavin roared at the top of his lungs, incredulity written all over his face when his look jumped from the crowded meeting room to the uncondescending glaze of his captain, his stern expression so done that it didn’t admit any retort thrown at him.
The tiny glass room had been booked for a whole hour for an important conference regarding the implementation of new safety protocols and the forthcoming collaboration with Jericho to enact them, in the hope of rescuing androids who were still at risk for data breaches or forced memory resets.
The room’s capacity was already at its maximum, the people stacked in there so close to each other that it would have appalled anyone time-traveling from 2020.
No matter how fast his gaze scouted the room: every place seemed to be taken, and even if some androids had been standing with their backs against the wall, grunting in discomfort for their sore joints, and some humans were dangling their feet from the desks, there seemed no corner left for him to sneak in.
Fowler quickly glanced at his watch –the meeting had just begun, but judging by the disheveled look of the detective, the sweat pearling on his forehead, and the few out-of-place buttons on his shirt, it didn’t look like he purposely came late.
“Listen, Reed. If you don’t have a problem with standing up, I guess you can go in the back and follow from your tablet. You can access the PowerPoint from the Department’s cloud anyway.”
Rolling his eyes, Gavin grudgingly looked at the room, avoiding meeting the mocking gazes coming from colleagues from the other offices of the precinct, and the disdainful ones that came from the bunch of androids who knew him for his former pledge to the anti-android league.
He tsked a grumpy retort, a “Whatever” muttered under his breath.
The guy from Jericho was expectantly looking at him as if waiting for him to accommodate to finally pick up from where he left off.
Not giving him too much thought, he stumbled his way down the tight crowd, trying to keep his mind as occupied as possible to avoid dwelling over the dozens of eyes probably scanning him as he walked through the rabble, hoping, and praying to himself, that they wouldn’t pick up on the root of that discomfort.
By the moment Gavin made his way past everyone, he realized there was a familiar palette of monotone black, white, and cyan catalyzing his attention.
His gloomy attitude faded away at the sight of the RK900 sitting on what looked like– a chair.
The tallest man in the bullpen, the most advanced android ever created, the pinnacle of human intelligence, made of the strongest materials in the world, was sitting in a stiff pose, on a chair.
The android whispered his name to catch his attention, and Gavin almost hated how eagerly and promptly he responded to that call, no different from a cat trotting to a human pspspsps’ing him.
Nines was taut and tense in his posture, back completely held in a perfectly drawn ninety-degree angle, no different from a store mannequin, but his composure cracked the moment he saw the detective, LED whirling in a more vivacious cerulean hue, circling and almost throwing a fireworks show as his lips deliciously twisted in a grin.
“Hey, there,” Gavin nervously tried to keep his voice as low as possible, just to avoid drawing anyone’s attention to him and getting called out or, in the worst occasions, even thrown out by Fowler for disturbing the meeting, “I see you got quite comfy here, huh.”
As expected, the android didn’t seem half as fazed by his assertion, and he didn’t say much as he tapped his thigh, nudging at the people sitting in front of his desk.
“I occupied this seat for you,” he said without thinking much of it, mouth gently curving in the semblance of a smile when the detective crouched on his heels to hear him better, giving him his ear and ignoring the almost pleasurable shiver that ran down his spine, vertebrae shook down to the sacrum the moment the RK900’s almost warm breath caressed his helix, his lips mere inches from sensually closing around it, “But I’m glad you’re finally here. I was starting to get worried. I can’t assure it’s warm, but I don’t have any problems with standing up.”
Gavin deeply sighed, a myriad of unwanted thoughts crossing his mind in a split second as he nervously almost squirmed on his shoes; memories of his idle morning, rolling on the bed and lazily stroking himself to the thought of the android’s soft and rosy lips around his stiff t-cock, tracing slobbery kisses over the hairs of his stomach, trailing in circling dances of fire his tongue around his navel, and spitting in his mouth before reclaiming it in heated and sultry, unraveled kisses.
Waking up with a boner became more and more common as their advances and teasing grew less and less coy, when they became an item and his cats weren’t startled anymore by seeing the android’s familiar face at every hour of the day.
But the times Nines would spend with his brothers always made his mornings lonely, his mind raging and way too active, fantasizing of sceneries already seen or yet to happen; lovely, self-indulging images and scenarios of how he would have loved to take or be taken by the android.
Too bad that when he lazily looked at the hour, between one stroke and gentle massaging of his foreskin and another teasing of his moist and sticky folds, lingering around the clenching hole, indulging in the memory of the android’s pretty, soft ass spread open for him and bouncing on his fingers, his fair and moonlight complexion fading away, moles glitching in and out on his back, he realized he was already thirty minutes late.
His twitching cock and the humid and sticky mess between his legs was forcibly long forgotten, no time left to prepare nor to take a leak, and he snuck into the first clothes he found whilst chugging down a whole can of cold coffee, well-aware of the fact that he was already late at their conference.
Way too unaware of how hard he would have regretted not emptying his bladder beforehand.
The rest was history: he arrived late to the presentation, he had no place to seat, restless for having no time to stop for a bathroom break, and now, he was currently holding his breath back, because Nines’ whispers were accidentally triggering all the wrong sensations in his body, reminding his forgotten t-cock and missed mandatory morning orgasm that the source of all his arousal and sexual tension was very much there, apparently oblivious to the erogenous effect he had on him, piling with the pressing feeling of his bowels on his nerves.
Considering the instant twitching of his insides at the mere thought, his t-cock almost jerking back to life in his boxers at the titillating brushes of the android’s voice in his ear, it was probably better for him to avoid getting too much comfortable, especially considering the growing urge for relief he was averting, fingers fidgeting with the uneven buttons of his shirt as he tried to keep himself occupied.
“I– huh, y-you can sit if you want, tin-can. ‘m gonna,” he coughed in his fist, ignoring the fact that an android just glared at him, probably noticing how faked the motion was, the callout stinging just as much as his bulging cock and the growing pressure of his bladder, teeth almost gritting as his legs tensed to keep it in, “‘m gonna be fine. Thanks for the thought though. Very appreciated.”
Nines’ brows furrowed.
The RK900 knew jack shit about human emotions, aside from basic, dictionary understanding, but he didn’t spend one year by his side without knowing how to tell a bad lie apart from a truth.
And the nervousness sweating from the brunet’s trembling lip was a telltale of that.
Gavin was being modest, although Nines ignored the reasons.
He could have scanned him, but in his ingenuity and naivety, he preferred for once to account the man’s nervousness and heightened stress levels to the particularity of the social context, the crowded room, the lateness to the event, summed to the tension of having to walk down an aisle, with everyone’s gaze onto him, without the possibility to hide beneath his hoodie as always.
So, he offered comfort.
No matter how hard and tough Gavin wanted to play: Nines always saw the tenderness that was beneath it.
When he noticed him adjusting against the wall and almost being antsy and crossing his legs one on top of another, breath tense, he expectantly tapped his own thigh, implicitly praying to rA9 or any deity out there for the man to just indulge him.
And truth to be told, maybe someone did listen to him, cause after a long, painful internal debate, Gavin’s expression softened, and despite his flustered cheeks, coloring in a gracious gradient of cherry, he accommodated on his lap.
What Nines didn’t expect though, was that the man would just throw one leg over his, and sit his crotch directly onto his thigh, soft ass in tight jeans resting onto his synthetic muscles and the enhanced feeling of his groin now accidentally rubbing against the fabric of his slacks, sending all sorts of electric feedback directly to his system, the heat signature strongly coming from the human’s heated pubes now almost crashing and overriding all his processes, the meeting long-forgotten as another scanning immediately popped up.
Deviancy was a curse when it hindered his capacity to focus on his tasks, and despite the presentation had been so long easy to follow, his thoughts were suddenly redirected in another trajectory, pupils scanning the detective’s back, the shoulder blades almost visible through the sensual, enticing white shirt, the curve of his ass oh so deliciously plump as it tilted against his robust thigh, and his accelerated heartbeats, the pumping of his heart, now almost visible in his x-ray vision.
Being mindful of the working environment, meant that he couldn’t take all the liberties and freedoms he would have indulged at home.
A pity that made him frustrated as it rarely occurred, the holding back almost maddening as he realized Gavin wasn’t even trying to conceal his arousal, adjusting himself on his leg, heavily puffing and pressing on it in a suffocated grunt as he threw a glance to his phone, the do not disturb mode on.
Connecting with the presentation, the detective instead tilted his groin against his thigh, the sudden brush of the boxer fabric against his t-cock delightful, as a wet patch formed between his lips, slit slipping against the cloth and twitching at the absence of his fingers and the lonely night before.
Gavin’s last intention was to cause a scene with so many android eyes around him.
Whilst most of the basic cop models weren’t capable of scanning features beyond human basic functions, he was still positive dry humping his lover in the middle of an important conference whilst literally risking to piss himself off, wasn’t something that he should have attempted to do, not when his Captain was still on the other side of the room, nervously taking notes.
But Nines–
God, the moment Nines offered him his thigh, he felt no different from a starved man finally getting a free pass to a hotel buffet.
And even if the android had some retorts to his display of lack of decorum, they were in a situation where speaking was forbidden, therefore, if he had any comeback, he should have kept them for later.
He certainly wasn’t expecting to almost choke a whine the moment he sat on his lap, chest rising in pleasure, rubbing on the sturdy leg, thighs almost instinctively closing around it like a clamp, to rut it like a beast in heat.
He too often forgot that Nines was still made of Kevlar, carbonium, and titanium, and despite the sensation would come back to hit him every time his slaps would color his ass in lovely crimson tinges, it was in times like these that he’d still be surprised by the feeling, hard as marble metal concealed by soft and irresistible black, elegant slacks, the fabric perfect material to lean against, as he slowly rubbed his crotch against it.
For the sake of his dignity, he avoided looking back, to meet his argent, probably cheesy gaze, but he wasn’t too stunned when he saw a message from a way too familiar serial number popping up on his phone, on the drop-down menu.
“I take you are enjoying your seat, Detective?”
Gentle and careful finger pads slowly and delicately wrapped around his waist, an almost imperceptible brush that had Gavin hold back a gasp, heart hammering so loud he could hear the reverb directly in his eardrums.
His bladder jolted and he was almost sure that that tooth-rutting touch on his loins, hovering over his kidneys, massaging them to move onto his flanks, was now hitting all the right buttons –undoubtedly doing so.
Nervously tapping his fingers onto the phone’s keyboard, he waddled his ass onto the robust leg, feet trembling and soles tapping on the floor as he ground on the thigh.
The friction was perfect on his swollen t-cock, and there was a soft pinch of relief and pain mingling as the elastic fabric grazed his plump, pink clit, his slit twitching as he felt himself getting wetter with every passing second spent holding back on his relief.
He had no snarky remark for Nines, not as his tapered fingers hooked on his loop belts and not so stealthily propped them up, the fabric of the jeans now pulled up and teasingly relieving the tension on his crotch, giving him a much-needed brush.
“H-Hmpf!” Gavin barely covered his mouth with the palm, and when a curious look in front of the desk turned to check him out, he groaned, brows furrowed and glaring as he grumbled a “the phck you lookin’ at,” pretending to keep himself occupied with the settings, fixing the presentation display on the screen.
His palms quickly went to hold his phone and retort at the android, but he wasn’t fast enough with the typing, almost surprised when another message popped up on his screen.
“You missed me that much last night? /t.”
Nines never used emojis, making it most difficult to understand his cadence and intentions among messaging. Thankfully Connor introduced him to tone indicators.
Although all he would have imagined but the RK900 being in a mood in that situation of them all.
“I was...,” the detective’s hands trembled as he crossed his legs, holding them tight and accidentally knocking the desk with a knee the moment he propped them up, his bladder almost stinging with the pain of the hold-back, his moans so hard to contain, the urge to just shove a hand in his boxers and finger himself, touch the wetness and getting impaled by Nines’ cock almost a distant memory, a primal need he didn’t realize he would yearn for now of all moments.
Despite the public setting, despite the fact that anyone could have spotted them, his partner seemed much unaware of his situation.
“I couldn’t finish off myself this morning,” he simply typed before sending the answer, hiding his embarrassment and the progressive sweating of his greasy tawny skin under his palm, “Didn’t hear the alarm. Also, my fingers aren’t half as long or good as yours. Fucking me like you were built for it.”
God, he thought time would have passed a little faster, but the presentation had been going only for fifteen minutes.
How was he even supposed to forty-five more minutes?
His phone buzzed.
“Seems like you need a helping hand,” he could almost hear Nines musing off the words of his message.
Being on the last row of the seats allowed him more freedom, and the moment strong, ample palms slid between the inside of his thighs, massaging them, Gavin desperately held back a yelp, the reality of their situation slapping him in the face.
The phone almost slipped off his fingers, but he was thankfully quick enough to catch it before it fell in a clanking noise.
As much as he wanted –desperately begged, to be relieved from his horniness, he was quite sure there was nothing that could be done at the moment.
Getting off was one thing, but the urgency that pressed him was the need for a physiological relief.
Something that only sprinting to the bathroom could have fixed for him.
But there was no way he was gonna tell Nines.
God, one thing was telling him about his breeding kink, another was revealing him about... whatever that fucking tingling feeling of desire and arousal was whenever his bladder was full. Bringing his hand in front of the mouth, he almost bit into it, and counted to five before snapping a message of retort, a “No shit, Sherlock” that got mentally deleted.
He instead looked at the keyboard, and grinding his crotch a little harder against the leg, staining with dense and savory juices his boxers, the moistness now smoothing up his awakened t-cock and making the rubbing motions ever more pleasant, he typed out: “V.much so. wet 4 u.”
He messed up the last letters, abbreviation needed as he felt another spike almost pierce him, legs tilting as he rubbed his crotch against the leg in small and tilting motions.
“Need ur cock, sweets. to.breedme good.”
All he expected but to hear the android’s sudden inhale, the hands massaging the inside of his thighs growing harsher, as the nacre skin completely peeled off, revealing the black and lapis-lazuli glowing chassis, interface immediately kicking in as tourmaline nails sank and clawed at his jeans, almost menacing to rip the rough fabric apart.
The feeling sent another shiver down Gavin’s spine, hole clenching and throat parched as he restrained a growl of frustration, nostrils dilating with wanton as he dug his teeth into his knuckles, violently rubbing and stuttering on the android’s leg, humping it with the desperation of a fucking Pit-bull in heat, palm covering his nose and pretending to scratch his beard to hide his shameful arousal.
He was playing a dangerous game there, and every attempt to release himself, feeling his pee almost coming out, for him to withdraw it again, was sending him a little closer to the edge, much to the android’s unawareness.
A quick glance at his back was enough to spot Nines’ blissfully engrossed expression, his pupils dilated, the red light shining in his eyes as he recorded the sight bestowed upon him, and a bulge in his pants that wasn’t there before, a faint blue tinge over his face, coloring in marine hues the fairness of his mole-studded skin, as his lashes tenderly looked at the detective as if he was the most beautiful thing in the room, lips ajar and barely twitching to the rhythm of his amber LED’s blinking.
“Fuck, I need u sm”
Gavin’s typing became erratic as his trembling fingers reached for his phone, back curving and arching as he leaned and sprawled onto his leg like a cat in heat, moistness smearing over his boxers, completely dampening them, as the juices made his cockhead slicker and the humping even more blissful, every motion snatching a suffocated mewl of pleasure from his pursed mouth, the spelling even more urgent as he typed with one hand now, no more stealth as he palmed himself through the pants, feeling the growing stinging pain of his held-back urine, mingling with the growing arousal of the risk of exposure, the pleasure of the withholding, and the pressing boner of the android’s against his ass.
Nines’ hips almost canted against his jeans, and when his hands inadvertently covered his groin, palming his and pulling the fabric and pressing into it under the desk, hidden by everyone’s sight, just to give him something to rock into, Gavin had to suffocate another shameful wail into his fingers, sweat beading on his disheveled and already mussed strands, his boxers already a wet mess of juices as he welcomed that hand and rutted in it, swinging like a pendulum between his lover’s cupped palm, grabbing him by the pussy, and his bulging cock, pressing against the restraints of the slacks.
Oh god, he was so hungry for it.
He was so fucking needy for his cock to fill him up to the last inch and ravage his insides, turn him inside out, and hit his spots until he fucking relieved himself.
Shit– no. He couldn’t tell him.
Fuck! not like that.
Pinching the space between his brows, he checked his phone, Nines’ message popping up on the top of the screen.
“It’s the first time I have ever seen you so desperate /r”
Despite the sentence sounded like a matter of fact, Nines made sure the remind him of the romantic connotation of that, as when the detective turned to him, assessing for himself how flustered he was, he nervously pressed his palm over the one grabbing his crotch, dominantly squishing the strong hand against his cunt, almost aggressively frotting and humping it, in desperation, breath hitched as he chased the relief, no matter how close and yet distant it seemed, the orgasm always a step away from him, as he felt the pinging pain of his bladder heaving him down, the humping never enough for him to genuinely get off, not when all his mind pleaded for was unobtainable.
Nines seemed to spot the glimpse of concern that crossed his expression, but he didn’t get to say or write a thing as Gavin blocked the phone screen and leaned on him, back against his chest, tending like a perfect and tense bow, no different from that turgid sensation that was holding his flesh hostage, legs suddenly spreading to give his wet and needy hole some fake relief, moving the android’s warm, onyx palm from his crotch to his lips, kissing and revering the black digits, poignant with his sweaty smell, as he slacked onto him.
The presentation was going on, silly ramblings about tech security and shit he was too horny, too tense, too on edge to try to understand.
Everything was being too much.
Nines’ cock rubbing against his back through his slacks.
The unbearable dampness of his boxers, the stirring and jerking of his needy t-cock, the testosterone pumping it hard and needy, the almost painful pressure of his bladder on his nerves, the nearly palpable heaviness of his kidneys weighing his body down.
He needed relief soon.
Soon, before the inevitable happened.
He let himself indulge into the warmth coming from Nines, a telltale of how worked up his thirium pump was at the moment, the buzzing and whirring coming from beneath his charcoal button-up shirt, blended with the slow and almost silent motions of his deft fingers loosening his leather belt now sending him to the stars.
Gavin completely slumped on him, praying as hard as his t-cock was at the moment, just so not a single soul would have the genial idea to turn their back and see what the fuck the idiot in the last row was up to, grateful for once for being short and hidden by everyone else.
Every loosened hole from his belt was a silent thank-you from his only-momentarily relieved bladder, and yet, also a reminder of how little he could last anymore.
He needed his phone– he needed to alert Nines.
His belt hadn’t been unbuckled yet, but the android was already working his way to his buttons and almost down the zipper, and as fingers slowly insinuated beneath the boxer’s elastic band, threading his pubic hairs, the raven curls, and cupping his cock, he arched in a tilting and stuttering motion, and almost felt the hint of a leak surprising him as the fingers grazed him.
He was desperate.
Oh fuck, he had never pleaded much, but this situation was bad news, his fucking job was on the line for his fucking alarm not ringing on time, for not taking that fucking bathroom break when he should have taken it, for being a fucking hornball, for–
“Mmhg–!”
Nines muffled Gavin’s voice and shut his mouth before a whine could betray them, his LED blinking in the harsher crimson he had ever seen, when right on spot with his wail he forced an error noise on the main screen of the presenter’s PowerPoint.
The conference halted for a minute, more talks and chattering coming up, and Gavin allowed himself to slump on his chest, body limp and trembling, heart hammering and pounding so loud he felt he almost touched death with a finger, crumbling under the pressure of his impending orgasm and the menace of the shame of his relief here and there, legs so weak he knew he couldn’t take a step now without pissing himself off.
Nines’ fingers were still buried under his pants, gently and oh so teasingly stroking his dick, jerking it in precise motions, massaging the bulging and tensing flesh, medium delicately rubbing the cock-head and wet, cinder fingers slipping not so accidentally inside his gaping and throbbing slit, hitting the same spot, and throwing him closer to the cliff of shame and relief with every passing second.
“N-Nines,” he had nothing else to hold onto, and he didn’t dare to check the phone to see how much time it was left to the end of that god fucking conference.
The whole place could have burned down for all he cared.
If he didn’t leave soon, he was gonna earn the title of piss-baby by the entirety of fucking Detroit.
Gasping for air, he leaned in the crook of the android’s neck, the scent of lavender fabric-softener dazzling him, as his lips tended enough to brush his precious skin, immediately disappearing at the touch and revealing a patch of caviar chassis.
Nines was giving him a lustful, avid gaze, devouring him down to every inch of his being, fingers digging deeper, pressing and almost scissoring him as he called for his name in a whisper, mouthing a pet name before licking a stripe of saliva on his neck, up to the jaw.
“N-Nines, p-please,” his gruff voice croaked in desperation, and his hips arched against his fingers, insides twitching around the digits, as his juices almost seemed like mingling with another dropped leak.
Trembling and quivering fingers reached for his ear, as his waist moved by itself, riding his digits regardless, fucking to them in an attempt to relieve the pressing heat, almost as irresistible as a call of mating, and gazing directly into his stern and argent irises, he managed to whisper, with tears prickling at his eyes:
“Get me out of here.”
Nines twitched.
Before he could say anything, his analysis software shot up, and in the split second, a warning popped up on the right corner of his HUD: [ Arousal level: 87% ▴ ].
There was something rather uncommon about Gavin’s arousal rate, such as the fact that usually, he’d be begging so desperately only when he was really close to orgasming.
But if something was missing or tampering with his analysis, this wasn’t the time to think about it, not as his wires itched and pricked for relief, his lubrication system already deployed, and thirium-based precum staining the tip of his slacks as his entire system inevitably prepared for intercourse.
Gavin was a panting mess, so disheveled and falling apart for him that made him regret spending his night with his brothers and passing onto that lovely and delicious treat, onto the possibility of making ruthless love to him the same morning, reducing him to the writhing mess he was at the moment, under the ministration of his mere fingers, scissoring him open and doing the bare minimum with almost shocking results.
There was something besides the situation that was working Gavin up, but his vision was clouded with statistics, and the readings of the detective’s incrementing arousal had just shot up to [ 91% ▴ ].
Gavin’s fingers were desperate as they clung to him, burning on his chassis as they left indelible sweaty and greasy marks, prints that every android would have seen on him and known immediately who he belonged to, who owned him down to every last number of his code, who was allowed to stain him, to leave his DNA on, to taint and venerate his chassis with scratches and kisses that, despite would have never covered the permanent dents from his testing phase, would have still been welcomed and treasured.
Gently withdrawing his fingers from his moist and sticky folds, and ravenously cleaning the digits from the lovely and savory juices, he held back on the need to hum in contentment at the findings, the ammonia percentage of the composition surely an odd finding.
Slowly fastening the detective’s belt once more and zipping him up, he shivered at the sloppy kiss that lapped his neck, a lazy mouth that lavishly sucked a hickey into his fair skin, until the chassis appeared, Gavin almost satisfied with himself as he heard a broken glitch break off his voice.
Luckily, getting out of the room wasn’t difficult, not when all he had to do was pretend he had a technical problem and required the detective’s assistance to sort it out, his intimidating height and presence enough to have everyone open a passage for him to get out of the room as fast as possible, some android probably smart enough to have caught onto the detective’s state anyway.
Nines’ walk was fast-paced out of the door, but as they made their way down the corridor, Gavin leading with pained gruffs and struggles, the android yelped at the sudden and unexpected yank of his wrist, the detective now sprinting as he dragged him to the bathroom, jerking the door open with a kick of his foot and giving no explanation when he locked it behind them once inside.
“G-Gavin, what...,” the RK900 was puzzled as he scanned him from head to toe, poignant with perplexity when the man’s restlessness didn’t cease to desist, no wonder how confused he looked as he deflected his gaze towards the door behind them, trying to find an explanation to the sudden behavior, “Gavin the parking lot is on the other-! Mmhph!”
“Forget the parking lot.”
Famished and avid lips smashed against his mouth, and soon strong and robust hands fisted at his starched black collar, holding him by the jacket’s lapel and hauling him into the first free bathroom stall, spanking the door open just to crawl inside with the android, in a starving and pressing urgency that Nines had never seen on him before.
Gavin clicked the lock closed but didn’t answer any of the RK900’s questions as he quickly unfastened his own belt, fingers trembling as they slipped off the loops twice, fumbling with the zipper and finally, for once, getting out of his elastic, fitting boxers, the cold AC hitting his wetness and making his t-cock tremble with the unexpected cold.
Nines was wearing a puzzled look, Gavin could tell much from the way his LED was blinking in golden shades, but that didn’t stop him from undressing himself, taking off the Cyberlife-issued monochromatic jacket, and unbuttoning the collar to display the detective the mark of his hickey, still visible as a black patch of onyx, a window on his chassis jealously hidden beneath the starched fabric.
The walk to the bathroom had already pushed him to his limit, his bladder hurting so damn much that every step could have sent him over the edge.
He needed Nines, and he needed him now.
Kicking the toilet lid open, he pressed one hand on the ceramic tiles of the wall, and hoping that his merely human calculations wouldn’t betray him, he leaned the other palm onto the android’s waist, meeting his gaze from behind his shoulder, his body sweating in wanton and anticipation, insides twitching and cunt burning at the thought that his so yearned relief was finally about to come, that he was about to finally get plowed into oblivion.
Nines looked so stunned, so surprised, so confused, and yet so riled up, that he didn’t need a plead as he unzipped his pants, his oh so magnificent and thick cock already hard and leaking as he teasingly slapped it on his ass crack, rubbing and smothering the wet and moist purplish tip over it, smearing his precum on his rim just to leave a trace of his passage.
Gavin huffed in anticipation, and he knew he definitely heard the shadow of a satisfactory and endeared grin the moment his hole contracted, spasming in anticipation of what was to come.
“H-hurry, can’t hold back much anymore.”
His back bowed, and shivers shook his loins as familiar, charcoal pads sank on them, holding onto him for support, Nines’ dick now prodding against his slit, the sensation finally relieving as it got past it and stretched him open.
Insides spasming, he barely contained a moan as his hand balled against the stall’s tiles, teeth gritting as he took in his shaft, inch by inch, his moist folds now engulfing every lovely part of Nines as his statics and glitches faded in the small room, his synthetic nails sinking into his organic flesh, scratching and marking the bronze gradients of his scarred body as he gave one tentative thrust, already sending Gavin close to his own Paradise.
He so genuinely would have loved to take it slow, but he was in no condition to do so. And he was well past the point where he had his pride to mind.
So, withering under the RK900’s ministrations, he let himself be his cock-sleeve, muttering under his breath words of encouragement, praise and wails mingling with curses, desperation as every thrust got more and more intense and fierce, as he felt Nines’ fat, engorged and veiny dick throb and hit all the right places, his slippery insides tingling with a familiar sensation as his thighs shook with trembles and shivers.
“U-Uh! A-Ah! N-Ni–!”
Fist clenching against the tiles, the detective spread his cheeks, tears no longer held back as rivulets of sweat traced his flushed crimson face, strain visible with every kiss of his cervix and halted sigh coming from the android behind him, fucking him with a blissful precision, synthetic veins pulsating against his walls and precum smearing the insides in the promise of more, of being filled up to the brim, broken and bred as he loved to be left, dripping semen from his lover’s rutting and encoded call for mating.
Nines’ regulator loudly whirred, drunkenly drinking in every wail and whimper snatched from the detective’s raspy throat, statics and glitches messing his voice module as he moaned, suffocated by his grip, the over-stimulation starting to get to his wires.
“G-Gȧ̷̯͠v̸͇͙̽i̴̫̭̊ṋ̴̖̽–! A-Ah–”
Every slam against his insides had his cunt slicker and wetter, the friction delightful as visceral spasms contorted in a fierce grip around his cock, deft fingers running to palm his hardened t-cock, to vigorously jerk it off in an intense motion, determination showing up on the RK900’s flushed blue face as he purposely hit a familiar spot.
The reaction was immediate, and he didn’t expect Gavin to accidentally leak, a shameful moan that had him shoot a rivulet of piss, in the most shameful noise he had ever heard him make.
His motions almost halted, crimson LED circling in a fit around his temple, but this time was the detective’s turn to spur him in wailing desperation.
“D-Don’t stop, Nines! P-Please, don’t stop! F-Finish me off, I beg you, b-breed me!”
Nines waited no more, not as Gavin’s back bent, arching as his muscles tensed, will broken as he pleaded for it no different from an animal in heat, ass propped up and insides putty and twitching: “B-Breed me, Nines, fill me up, baby. Please, please, please,” was his last request, in a desperate whine that broke his voice in half, his arousal impossible to hide when he was wet and slick, insides trembling and quivering as his soft flesh could almost anticipate the release, almost taste the dense cum that would have stained and poured in him.
Nines huffed a warm sigh off his mouth, lips trembling in a tic, body overheating, and as he doubled over Gavin, he let his one hand cover the fist against the tiles, skin completely peeled off to reveal the tourmaline chassis, hues of beautiful cerulean scattering all over the room, as he ran the other down to his t-cock, jerking it off as the wet and moist juices made every touch stickier and wetter.
The pounding got intense and mechanical, methodical as it slammed against his bladder, being repeatedly and savagely hit with every smack and slap of the android’s cock inside him, making his knees buckle, as the instant press of Nines’ quick fingers against his pubes, gripping his wet and plump folds in his moist palm, was the final push that threw Gavin off the cliff of his orgasm, furious and frantic lips engulfing his ear and whispered sweet words of love as he came in a choked cry.
All it took was one last slap, smooching his dripping and squirming insides, and strong fingers squeezing his cock, and Gavin now knew he was done for when he felt the warmth shot of seed filling him up, a primal call always making him dizzy, as the euphoria and engrossing feeling of being bred, of his android revering his body and staining his most inaccessible recesses with his sterile cum was making his legs tremble and wiggle, shake as he rode the tides of pleasure.
Before he knew, the joy of orgasm was mingling with the sudden relief of his bladder, a long stream of piss now filling the small bathroom as he let everything go, huffing and puffing, barely swallowing as he wet his parched throat, with tears in his eyes at the sight and relief of his orgasm, heart raging in his chest when he noticed that Nines was pouring dirty praises in his ear, holding his cunt so that not a single drop would get out of the toilet.
Gavin’s hold on the wall instantly grew soft and limp as he realized his thighs were a mess of sweat, savory juices, and rivulets of oozing cum.
Focusing on the sensation of the android’s throbbing cock inside him, he instead subdued, throwing his head down, hanging tiredly, as he yearned for nothing but a night of good sleep, his t-cock spent, his cunt trembling, and the RK900’s slower but still good and adjusted thrusts, as he happily inseminated him, never ceasing to make his hole looser but still wetter.
“G-Gavin... y-you’re s-so ĥ̸̥o̸̩t̶̨̃....”
Lids shut, Gavin could still hear the content and almost teasing tone lingering on the android’s voice, as he nuzzled his face on his neck, peppering it with kisses, huffing a warm breath on his olive-tanned skin, probably in an attempt to cool himself, “I wasn’t expecting to make a new discovery today.”
“Shut up. It was accidental.”
Threading calloused fingers through the android’s raven locks, he tried to stand on his own feet, a heavy sigh escaping his dry lips as he realized Nines didn’t hold himself back not even a little, always too carried by whenever Gavin he kicked in his breeding kink.
Now, there was a huge trail of dense cum sputtering from his spent hole now, a blob that made him shiver in wanton, a deep inhale dragged as he exquisitely moaned.
He turned to face Nines, but he wasn’t expecting to see him so flustered, face a shade of deep sapphire and tongue that undeniably licked the dirty fingers, analyzing the traces of urea and ammonia.
He sure wasn’t expecting the question that followed, no shaming nor embarrassing callout for him.
“Are you okay, Gavin?”
Gavin blushed and held his inner muscles tight to avoid any leak of steaming cum, the filling sensation always welcoming when he fantasized about his lover actually breeding him, no different from a savage animal.
“P-Peachy,” biting his chapped lips, he licked them wet and sighed when it was the android now helping him get dressed once again, hands trembling from the afterglow as he missed twice his shoulders to rest the palms on for support, “S-Sorry. Made you lose the conference.”
There was a faint smile over Nines’ lips, as much as he could muster from his limited features, an endeared look that spoke miles of the love he felt for him: “No worries. I’ll just ask Sixty for the recording or download it off their site later. I wouldn’t exchange these last thirty minutes for anything else in the world.”
The detective smirked, growling in discomfort when his already sticky underwear got pulled up, his nether regions a battlefield of cum and nasty fluids: “I do need a shower though, sweets.”
“Want to take the day off?”
“My lover, tempting me to a day off?” Gavin raised his brows in utter surprise, and sarcastically smirked, “Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend!”
Nines rolled his eyes, “So dramatic,” and clicking a kiss on his stubble, nibbling it as he loved to do, feeling the soft, chestnut hairs against his tongue receptors, he flushed the toilet, “I am in an experimenting mood if you don’t mind.”
“Do whatever you want with me, big guy, but I need a shower first.”
There was a grin lurking over the android’s features, and stealing another kiss directly from the detective’s thirsty lips, he helped him dress back, already sending off a message of excuses to Fowler for their early dismissal, the reason for the day off for once pinned onto some tech-rambling need for a maintenance check-up.
“I will make sure my analysis kit will clean and sample you throughout, Gavin,” nuzzling his nose in the crook of his sweaty neck, Nines collected a beam of sweat, humming in contentment, “Every nook and cranny, so that you can be mine all over again. You’re in very good hands.”
There was a jolt registered under his spread palms, a moan of relief as the detective buckled his belt in a clanging noise, mildly disgusted by his own mess: “Whatever you want. ‘m all yours once we get home. This was one hell of a wicked piss.”
Nines chuckled to himself, lips barely mellowing in a grin as he held on tight to the human.
“Wanna try again?”
“G-Give me time to recover first, sweets.”
“I was joking. I know you are spent. But say the word, and I’ll be ready to go.”
Gavin chuckled. Mussing instead his disheveled curls, not a trace of sweat on them, he sleazily draped his arms around his neck, and hugged him down: “Would love to try again tonight.”
“Anytime you want, love.”