What the hell am I even doing here? It must have been the hundredth time he'd asked that since he'd sat down. He was sitting across from Hughes in a quaint, romantic restaurant, feeling a little underdressed. Hughes had removed his jacket and loosened his tie at least, but he didn't match him in terms of casual attire. Reed was wearing one of his well-loved woollen V-necks and jeans, complete with his usual tan boots. His leather jacket was hooked over the back of his chair as he crossed his legs and leaned forward, fingers teasing the glass of red wine he'd been ordered. It was good. Rich and expensive.

"I come here quite a lot. I like the ambience." Reed had to admit it was a nice place. It was Italian, quite small and intimate, the type of place he might bring a date. Not that I have much experience in that department. Going to a club and grabbing a warm body for the night was more his style these days. Who the phck am I kidding? I've always been like that...Hughes had his own tall glass of thirium, which he was slowly nursing as they waited for Reed's food.

"By yourself? Why?" He knew the question could be considered a little offensive to some. It was like saying that androids didn't belong in such places, but they sort of didn't. Restaurants were for eating. Until Cyberlife came up with some fancy new android food, there was no point in them being there unless they were with a human. Hughes raised his glass in response. They did serve thirium beverages, but it seemed odd to take up an entire table in an eatery just to drink.

"Just because we can't eat doesn't mean we don't enjoy going to different places to...take in the atmosphere." Reed got the idea of going to different places, but it still seemed odd to take up space in a restaurant when there were dozens of bars and small cafes within the same area to choose from. "I like the feel of this place. It's quaint, intimate...somewhat romantic. I like to come here and people watch for a while." It still felt like an odd thing to do in a restaurant. If Reed wanted to watch people, then he'd take a window seat at a café.

"I guess it's not something I understand...To me, it just seems like a waste of a table if you're not going to eat." He shrugged, thanking the server as she dropped off his spaghetti. Hughes gave him a somewhat wry smile. It was an argument most humans made, some less politely than others. Reed was honestly surprised the servers allowed it. They wouldn't make much money on serving just drinks. Maybe he leaves big tips...He was clearly a regular. A lot of the servers recognised him on their rounds and greeted him by name.

"But enough about my habits..." Hughes trailed off as he sipped his thirium, watching Reed with curious blue eyes as he ate. He was surprisingly graceful as he twirled some spaghetti onto his fork using the spoon and then slipped it into his mouth. Hughes had expected him to be a messy eater, that he'd put more focus on speed than savouring the taste. It was possible, and perhaps likely, that he was making an effort for him. "Let's talk about you," Hughes added with undisguised interest as he leaned forward.

"Uh...Sure..." Reed replied between bites, politely finishing his mouthful before speaking. It was one of the things he'd mostly carried over to adult life. He tried not to speak with his mouth full. His grandmother had drilled it into him over and over. It's rude to speak with your mouth full, Gavin! He could still hear the exact chiding tone she'd always used, even after all these years. He also recalled the small swat to the back of his head and the way he'd giggled afterwards.

"You hated androids for a long time...When did it start?" Hughes was curious, getting his small pad and pen ready. That was interesting. Hughes was an android. There was no reason for him to write things down with a pen. Does he do that so he can wipe his hard drives or whatever? Or does he just like the feel of the pen and the motion of writing? Maybe it makes humans feel more comfortable and less watched. Reed chewed his food slowly, easily able to answer the question.

"I didn't mind them at first. I was pretty young when the first one hit the market. Seemed like the cool new thing, you know? Who wouldn't want a pretty girl like that? I really started to hate them once they became more common in the workforce...I was still a dumb kid when my mum lost her job. She'd been doing it for seven years at that point. It wasn't a great job, just working in a store, but she got replaced by the android workforce." Reed could still vividly recall watching the TV at around seventeen years old and seeing the first RT600. Chloe. She'd been amazing, as flawless then as she was now. Elijah hadn't said it, but Reed was pretty sure that the Chloe at his side was the original. Their relationship just seemed that close, that unique. "My mum couldn't find another legit job so she...she became a prostitute." Reed couldn't quite meet his eyes as he said it.

"That must have been difficult..." Hughes was sympathetic, having met many others with similar stories. It was a trap that was all too easy to fall into, especially for vulnerable single mothers. Reed nodded, jaw tight as he lowered his fork. He suddenly didn't feel too hungry. His mother was a damned hard worker and didn't deserve the life she'd been dealt. A shoddy apartment. A kid whose father ran out on them. Losing her job. Worrying about money every single day. Going without meals just so she could scrounge enough scraps to feed her son.

"Yeah...I got in trouble a lot after that...Drugs, gang shit. I never did any really bad stuff, but only because I met Captain Fowler. He took me in, straightened me out some, got me into the academy," Reed explained as he sat back, still looking at the table rather than Hughes. He could feel those deep cobalt eyes on him. "Once the Eden Club opened, my mum lost her customers. Androids were suddenly cheaper and safer...She disappeared after that. Haven't seen her for...Christ, almost seventeen years." He swallowed hard as those old feelings tried to claw their way up his throat, reaching for his wine with a thick cough.

"And that's when you joined the AAL?" Hughes asked softly, watching Reed nod his agreement.

"I was just so...so phcking angry. It wasn't fair! Good people lost their jobs and ended up on the streets. My mum left...I was in pretty deep for the first year. I smashed up a few androids, but it...didn't help." Hughes' pen paused at the mention of him smashing up androids. Maybe he'd never considered that he would actually go that far. He wouldn't now. Hell, he opposed it now. His partner was an android, and he had android co-workers.

"Did you expect it to?" Reed couldn't fault him for the incredulous tone.

"I didn't expect anything! I was too phcking high, alright? I was lucky I didn't get hooked on something and die in a gutter. After I met Fowler and started at the academy, things got better. I still went to AAL meetings, but I wasn't so actively involved after that. Over time, I guess I got a little indifferent to them...Until phcking Connor." Reed's jaw tightened at the memory. The old feelings of hatred so easily resurfaced as he recalled with exact clarity the moment he'd clapped eyes on the thing. "An RK800 detective prototype. I'm not sure if I was more scared or angry. They'd come for my mum twice, and now they'd come for me. I was just looking for an excuse to take a pop at Connor, but the fucker handed me my ass." He couldn't help letting out an amused huff at the memory. He'd gone in there thinking he was such a badass. Gun raised and a quippy remark on his lips. Connor had given him the beat-down he deserved that night.

"You had every reason to dislike androids, Connor in particular...What changed your mind?" Hughes leaned his chin on one hand, pen long forgotten as he focused on Reed. He was truly invested in the story, listening in a way that even his psychologist didn't. Reed thought back, right to the end of the revolution when the laws had changed and he'd grudgingly started treating androids more like people.

"Phcking Connor." There was something almost fond in the smirk that crossed his lips. "I was in a bad place...still am, pretty much. Connor and Hank helped me out a little, Fowler got me some help, and I guess I slowly started to look less at the LEDs and more at the people. The case with the kids helped a lot, too. When I saw that first kid, Richard, it got under my skin, and it hit Connor pretty hard, too. We had a moment." Connor had been pretty close to falling apart after that first kid, but he'd held his shit together because he'd needed him to. He wasn't his partner, barely even a friend back then, but he'd still put his welfare first. They'd bonded over their mutual disgust for what had been done to a child. It didn't matter that it wasn't a human child. You don't phck with kids.

"I'll admit, I'm surprised...I thought that perhaps the RK900..." Hughes prompted curiously, noting the elevated heart rate at the mere mention of his partner. That was somewhat amusing. It was a reaction he didn't even seem to notice. Reed shrugged. What could he say about Nines? They'd sort of hit it off. He'd been a bit of a dick at first. Alright, a lot of a dick. But Nines had been patient. It helped that he had a sense of humour.

"Nines is...Nines helps me more now. Connor started the process, but if I ever need an attitude check, then I look to Nines. I can trust him to be honest with me about shit, him being non-deviant and all." Hughes' brow quirked at the revelation and Reed paled somewhat. Had he just outed Nines? He didn't know it was a secret. They'd done the weird hand thing. Shouldn't Hughes know about that? "Sorry, I thought you knew," he covered quickly, though it wasn't important for Hughes' research, not really.

"How would you say he checks your attitude?" Hughes' brow furrowed with interest in the same way a human's might. His LED was still visible, though a few locks of brunette hair swept down and almost covered it. It was spinning blue, showing that he was relaxed. Looking at the LED, Reed noticed it was actually a few shades lighter than his eyes.

"He'll bring it up if I do something he's not comfortable with, or if I push him too far, or even if I say something out of line...Not many people do that." Reed knew that until recently, he'd been pretty distant with most people. He wasn't a likeable guy. Miller tolerated him and Tina still stuck around with the patience of a saint, but besides those two, he really wasn't close to anyone. No one wanted to get on his bad side because they knew he had one hell of a temper and he'd never really kept it in check.

"He sounds like a good friend." What is he? My phcking psychologist?

"I guess you could say that," he relented almost evasively, finally settling in enough to return to his food. Hughes' eyes softened somewhat as he watched him finish his bowl of spaghetti. Reed was a lot more relaxed once he'd finished eating. The connection between humans' moods and their appetites was somewhat endearing. Hughes ordered more wine, keeping the bottle and pouring a full glass for Reed, who accepted it with an amused huff. "Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Hughes?" There was already a light flush in his cheeks as he sipped.

"Aaron, please...What makes you say that?" Aaron teased as he set the bottle down in the middle of the table, fingers teasing the smooth glass. Reed looked at it warily. It was one thing to drink a bottle between two people, but all by himself? He hadn't drunk that much in months, maybe even years. Aaron wasn't really touching his thirium now, but it would be a moot point even if he did. Androids couldn't get drunk on the stuff. "Don't worry, Detective. I'll make sure you get home," he added with a charming wink, haughtier and more confident than Connor's.

"Is there anything else you want to know?" Reed's tongue was a little looser after the second glass of wine. Aaron asked for more in-depth details. Any events within the AAL he'd taken part in that he could remember. Reed flushed red and covered his eyes as he recalled an incident. It was certainly a low point in his life. "There was this one time they dragged me to the Eden Club, way back when it was still brand new." Aaron sat forward eagerly, as if it would be a good story.

"How original of them." Reed sighed and folded his arms, quite relaxed despite the embarrassment he felt. The Eden Club was a seedy place. Always had been. He hadn't set foot in there since, besides when he was carrying out investigations. "So, what was it like?" Aaron asked with interest, curious about the human perspective. As a Traci model himself, he knew the inside of the club well.

"Creepy as phck...Picture this, right? There were these giant glass capsules that looked airtight, like some kind of crazy science experiment! Each one had an almost naked android shoved inside, and every single one of them looked...perfect." There was a far-off look on his face as he thought back, idly sipping his wine as he recalled the male and female models posing and turning this way and that. They'd smiled and waved, fluttered their eyelashes, smirked and flexed. Anything to grab their attention. On the podiums there had been a couple of androids dancing, bodies glittering with that weird silvery sheen Traci models were produced with. "It was busy, being opening week. I must have been...twenty-two? Maybe twenty-three, so still pretty young. The guys I went with were crazy about those things. I didn't get it. I mean, we were part of the AAL, right? So why the phck were they hard for those plastics?" Aaron shrugged evasively as he sipped his own drink.

"Statistically speaking, it's actually quite common. Members of the AAL see themselves as superior to androids, so they get off on asserting their dominance over us." Aaron was pleased to note the look of disgust that crossed his face. Reed shuddered as he recalled the way those androids had just vacantly followed orders. They'd let the humans do as they pleased, smiling and thanking them as they did it. Hughes seemed to have his own form of distaste for the topic, something almost dark in his expression as he looked at his half full glass.

"Yeah, well, not me...They hired a Traci and got a room, invited me in to join them. It was awkward as hell! They sure got off on it, sharing a girl between them while I watched, but...It wasn't my scene." Aaron didn't need to question him on why. He'd quickly noticed Reed's sexual interest erred towards men. It was perfectly obvious in the way he interacted with the female servers. His eyes never traced their figures, and they never lingered on them for too long. The men were a different story. He'd already subconsciously checked out every young male in the room, and even a couple of the older ones. "I flat-out refused when they offered me a turn. Had to pry the phcking thing away from my dick!" Reed still cringed at the memory of his friends' laughter as he'd stood trapped against the wall with them egging the android on.

"Would you have tried if it had been a male model?" Aaron asked curiously, watching Reed frown slightly as he wondered how he knew.

"Phck, no! It's still weird as hell. No phcking way would I fuck an android!" His jaw tightened a little as he thought of Nines. Aaron filled his glass again, the steady movement drawing his eye. He was over halfway through the bottle at that point and more than a little tipsy. His head was fuzzy, filled with that foggy feeling he hated so much. Aaron gave him a look he couldn't quite decipher. He'd call it smug, but that wasn't quite right. Confident? Calculating?

"Why is it weird now?" Reed faltered with the glass partway to his lips.

"Just because you can feel and shit now doesn't change the fact that you're..." He trailed off, waving his hand up and down as if he couldn't figure out what he wanted to say. Aaron levelled him with a smirk as he sipped his thirium, slowly licking the blue from his lips as he caught his emerald gaze.

"Devilishly handsome, debonaire, and charming?" That deep rumble went straight to his dick. Reed scoffed at his own bodily betrayal and squirmed in his seat. "We were created to be attractive, Detective. It's little wonder that humans are drawn to us...Why does it matter that we're not flesh and blood?" His long fingers traced slow circles around the rim of his glass as he eyed him across the table. Reed squirmed again as he drank. This wasn't the direction he'd expected their conversation to take. Isn't it? What did you think, genius? This is a textbook phcking date!

"It-um...It doesn't-to some people. I'm just more comfortable with human partners," Reed replied evasively, green eyes dropping to his almost empty glass. Aaron topped it up again before letting his hand slip across the table to brush against the base of his glass, stroking his fingers. The sensation sent sparks up his arm. He looked up with a jerk of his head, suddenly feeling vulnerable in the intimate setting.

"Then allow me to put you at ease, Detective..." Reed's eyes dropped to their lightly touching hands, to his eyes, and back again. He made no move to withdraw, his whole body suddenly stiff. Aaron pressed on, slowly closing his fingers over Reed's and savouring the warmth of his skin. He kept the contact light while giving him a small smile. Reed's mouth suddenly felt dry as he licked his lips and took a larger gulp of wine. Hughes levelled him with a sultry look, biting his bottom lip. Reed flushed at the realisation that he was being thoroughly eye-fucked. By an android. "No-no...Don't run..." Aaron purred softly, almost as if coaxing a timid virgin, grasping Reed's hand as he made to withdraw.

"Why did you ask me here tonight? It wasn't for the interview, was it?" Reed flustered as his hand remained trapped in Aaron's grasp. It wasn't painful, just firm and strong. He was examining every bone and vein in his hand as his cool fingers caressed and held it. Reed felt his heart pounding in a way it hadn't in months, adrenaline flooding his body as he took in Aaron's almost feline smile.

"Of course it was...partly. You can hardly blame my interest, Detective. You are rather...alluring." He enjoyed the way Reed stammered, his addled brain unable to properly process the compliment. Aaron paid for the meal wirelessly and encouraged him to finish his glass before helping him onto unsteady feet. He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated against Reed's chest as he steadied him and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him walk.

"Have a good night, Aaron!" Aaron waved his thanks to the young woman as he helped Reed out to his car. They staggered a little and Reed ended up with his back pressed against the door, his body caged in. Reed shook his head, feeling dizzy after all the wine he'd been plied with. Did he plan this? He felt hazy as firm hands rested on his hips, but he'd done nothing further yet. Would it really be so bad if he did?

"Easy does it..." Aaron murmured as he angled him into the passenger's seat and buckled the seatbelt. Reed let out a small whine of objection, green eyes fluttering as he settled into the seat. "Don't worry, Detective. I'll take care of you," Aaron assured with a wink before shutting the door and heading round to the other side. Phck, did I really only drink a bottle? My tolerance has dropped way down...The car started, taking him down unfamiliar streets. This isn't the way to the precinct...or to my place.

The streets remained unfamiliar, and he didn't know where he was as the car parked in an underground garage. He stumbled a little as the door opened and Aaron manoeuvred him out. Half asleep in Aaron's grasp, he allowed himself to be led to the elevator and soon found his back pressed against the metal wall. His lips parted in a gasp as cool hands explored his body and slipped beneath his top, blindly following the leading lips that claimed his own. Aaron looked pleased as he drew back, leaving him flushed and breathless. Gavin barely had time to gather himself before he was being pulled out of the elevator and down a fancy-looking hallway.

"I've wanted to try this since I first saw you standing at the podium," Aaron admitted as he shut his apartment door and pressed him against it. Gavin was soft in his grasp, pliant and docile, perhaps even needy. His green eyes were somewhat unfocused as he was ravished, letting out a constant stream of whines and moans. "I wasn't lying, you know...AAL members really do get off on it, but I much prefer it this way." Aaron gave quiet murmurs and encouragements between urgent kisses, enjoying the contented whines that fled Gavin's lips. Needy hands were pawing at his smart clothes now, fingers tousling his neat ebony locks.

Aaron slipped out of his jacket, leaving it on the floor as he did the same for Gavin. Gavin followed blindly as he was led deeper into the apartment, vaguely registering that it was a nice place, and likely expensive. It looked quite new, too. Teeth nipped his lower lip, drawing a low moan from his kiss bitten lips. Aaron hummed appreciatively, enjoying the sensation of Gavin's prickly stubble against his synthetic skin. It was something he only got to experience with human partners.

"I like to make them beg...I like to ruin them," Aaron confessed breathlessly as he fumbled Gavin's shirt off, tumbling them both onto the enormous bed. Gavin quickly found himself on his back, dazed as he looked up at Aaron, whose LED was spinning blue. He has such pretty phcking eyes...Gavin blinked slowly, accepting the soft lips pressing against his own. "I like to fuck them so well they can never take a human cock again...I like to make them feel so good they can never settle for anything less." Aaron smirked and ground against him. Gavin could already feel it. Aaron was solid in his boxers, and much larger than he was used to. He moaned his approval at the rough contact as Aaron rocked his hips.

Aaron took his time, slowly tugging his tie free and leaving it on the bed before unbuttoning his shirt in a tantalising little show. Gavin watched in a daze. Each popped button revealed a new plain of perfect skin and synthetic muscle. His chest was strong and bare with rounded pecs and dark nipples that reminded him of Nines that time they went shopping. Once his shirt had been discarded, Aaron lifted his tie again, smirking as he let the silk drag over Gavin's sensitive skin. Gavin shivered as he watched him reaching for his hands.

"What are you doing?" He was nervous as the silk slipped around his pale wrists and frowned as he watched Aaron fasten the tie to the metal rails of his bed. "Wait a sec, Aaron!" He pulled his wrists, a vague sense of panic setting in as he found himself unable to get free. Strong hands were on his forearms in an instant, gentle hushes falling from gentle lips. Gavin let out a vulnerable breath as he looked from his captured wrists to Aaron straddling his hips.

"I'm going to fuck you, Gavin...I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked, and in the morning you're going to thank me for it." He spoke in a confident silken tone that sent a jolt through Gavin's disoriented body. He trembled in anticipation, green eyes closing as the hands on his forearms stroked a tingling trail to his pecs. "That's it...Good boy," Aaron praised sweetly as Gavin relaxed in his hands. He squirmed on the sheets as Aaron tweaked and teased his hardened buds, dextrous fingers soon sliding lower until they reached his jeans.

Gavin watched with a certain amount of shame as Aaron stripped him completely, cobalt eyes roving over the pink flesh almost hungrily. Gavin moaned and whimpered as Aaron explored his naked flesh. Fingers and lips traced over his defined abs and hips, leaving little nips and kisses in their wake. They lingered on his navel before dragging over his pelvis and jumping down to his thighs. He bucked in surprised as something warm and wet touched his sensitive tip, tingles tickling his skin and bringing him to attention. Aaron looked amused as he drew back to regard his quivering body.

"So sensitive..." he teased, standing to remove his own trousers and underwear. He noted the look of apprehension on Gavin's face as his hard cock sprang out. It was larger than average, though thankfully, not monstrously so. It would be tight and uncomfortable if he wasn't prepped right, but it wasn't untakable. "Be good for me," Aaron instructed as he climbed up to straddle his chest, balls dragging against his pecs. The request was obvious as he pressed his leaking tip against Gavin's startled lips. It felt so real. Soft and silky, like a real cock.

Stern blue eyes watched as Gavin shuddered and opened his mouth in obedience. Aaron let out some small words of praise as he edged forward and laced a hand in his soft brunette locks. Gavin's lips closed, wrapping him in wet warmth. He let out a long sigh as his head rolled back, breathing in slowly and rocking his hips. Gavin was clearly experienced in this department, no matter how out of practice he was. It was rare to find a human companion like this. One that liked it. One that was already so obedient and perceptive to his whims.

"You're so good, Gavin...So good..." A low moan slipped out as Gavin sucked in contentment. Aaron watched him relax almost smugly, feeling his heart rate pick up. He knew what Gavin was thinking, what he was fantasising about. Who he was fantasising about. He bit his lip as he brought up the internal sound file and adjusted his vocal processors. "Gavin!" Gavin's eyes snapped open with a jolt at the sound of Nines' voice coming from above. "Too much?" Aaron teased as he switched back to his own voice, though he'd noted the increased flush and twitching cock between his thighs.

Gavin felt vulnerable after that. For a moment, he'd really thought it was-Like hell that would happen! Aaron rocked his hips, cock almost choking him. The hand in his hair led his head a little higher and Aaron gasped to cool his systems as he sped up. Gavin choked again, whining an objection as his hair was gripped and his face was fucked until Aaron finally drew back with a low moan. Warmth painted his cheeks, eyes closing as sticky fluid caught his brow and trickled over his lips. He couldn't help it as his tongue darted out to taste it. Salty, but with a weird, almost oily texture and chemical aftertaste.

"You look so perfect like this..." Aaron complimented as he took in Gavin's white stained face, following the sticky fluid trickling down his cheeks and chin. He leaned across and grabbed some tissues, not wanting him to miss anything. Gavin allowed himself to be cleaned up, only blinking his dazed eyes open once Aaron had thoroughly wiped the area. "My turn," Aaron teased as he crawled down Gavin's quivering body.

He took his time, trailing his lips down his pale neck to his pecs, enjoying Gavin's helpless squirms as he licked and suckled his sensitive nubs before moving on. Gentle teeth nibbled their way across his abs, nipping and teasing the skin of his hips and pelvis before sliding lower. Gavin shuddered and gasped as Aaron licked a trail from base to tip, gently rubbing and teasing the solid flesh. Aaron enjoyed the small moans that fled Gavin's lips, green eyes closing in contentment as his cock was licked and kissed. Aaron smirked before taking the whole thing down to the base. Gavin would have shot upright if not for the bindings on his wrists. He was sucking him down harder than a Fleshlight on the top setting. He couldn't help it as his hips bucked into it, but Aaron wasn't bothered. Gavin was surprised as he moaned low in his throat, firm hands gripping his hips in approval.

"Aaron! Phck!" Gavin cursed breathlessly, helpless as he rolled his hips. Aaron was still sucking him down. He almost couldn't take it as he began to duck and bob his head, setting a merciless pace. Gavin came with a whimper, whining helplessly as Aaron continued sucking. He was almost in pain with the overstimulation, but Aaron was relentless. "Shit! Hurts..." Gavin murmured, trembling helplessly as slick fingers probed his tight entrance.

"Shh, be good for me, Gavin." Aaron hushed him softly as he pressed a digit through the ring to explore his tight, warm passage. Gavin squirmed defencelessly, thighs trembling as Aaron continued working his flagging cock. He moaned, unsure whether it was in pleasure, pain, or objection. The probing of his passage felt good, green eyes fluttering lazily as he gasped and squirmed. "That's it...There you are..." Aaron crooned in encouragement, watching Gavin's body jolt as he found the spot he'd been searching for. He pressed around the area softly, figuring out exactly where he liked to be teased and committing it to memory.

"Please...c-can't..." Gavin's brow furrowed in pleasure as a third finger pushed in. Aaron said nothing as he watched, utterly captivated by the dazed human. He'd expected him to be a little more dominant in the bedroom, fighting him for control so that he'd have to force him into submission, but finding him so pliant and docile was a pleasant surprise. Gavin was soft, and so eager to please. He trembled and moaned as he was praised, and widened his thighs as urged. It wasn't long before he was finally ready, allowing Aaron to slip between his toned thighs.

"Look at you...you're so ready for me," Aaron murmured in encouragement and assurance as he pried his cheeks further apart and lined himself up. There was a little hesitance, some last-minute jitters making Gavin's hips try to jerk away. Aaron took him in firm hands, hushing him softly. "We're just getting started," he promised as he rocked forward, watching closely as Gavin threw his head back in something akin to astonishment. He'd never felt so full and stretched, at least, not that he could recall. Been a while though, Christ! Aaron paused awhile, massaging the soft plump flesh of his rounded rump. He could never get over how soft humans were.

"Phck..." Gavin moaned helplessly, hands tugging against the tie uselessly as he was slowly fucked. Aaron started slow, not even blinking as he watched Gavin writhe and squirm beneath him. It wasn't enough. The build-up was too slow. It was on the edge of being so fucking good, but held just out of reach. It was teasing and deliberate. He knew because Aaron was smirking the whole fucking time. "Please...Please..." Gavin sighed needily, watching Aaron give a knowing smile before snapping his hips.

"Good boy, Gavin." Aaron enjoyed the mewl of want that fled his kiss bitten lips. "You were born for this...Say it!" he ordered as he rocked harder. He held his weight on his forearms as he started a relentless pace, pounding Gavin's softer body into the mattress. The dazed human moaned helplessly, hissing in pain as Aaron spanked his ass and growled for him to admit it.

"I w-I was born for this!" Gavin relented, accepting the rough kiss that was pressed against his lips. He could barely breathe, arms straining against the tie as his spine arched. He'd never been fucked like this. No one had ever been this rough, but cautious at the same time. Aaron was precise, never going beyond any pain limits and never straining his body more than he could handle.

"Born for what? Tell me!" A pleading cry fled Gavin's lips as the strange vibrations started. Are you phcking kidding me? Aaron's cock whirred and pulsed in his passage, humming and circling against his tight walls. His whole body trembled as the build-up became too much. Aaron licked, kissed, and nipped his pale throat, leaving dark marks in his wake as Gavin let out a stream of loud moans.

"I was born to be fucked by your android cock!" Tears prick his eyes as the intensity ramped up, barely gasping out the words. His cock was throbbing and fully hard, but still tender as Aaron stroked him. Aaron smirked as he squeezed the base, cutting off his orgasm and keeping him at bay. It was on the edge of being painful. "Please! Please-let-me! Please!" Aaron shivered in response. Hearing Gavin beg was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He pressed an almost assuring kiss to his tired lips.

"Not yet...Milk your android master's cock first, like a good little human slut!" Gavin threw his head back with a helpless whine at the growled order. His thighs gripped Aaron's sturdy hips tightly as he rocked and worked himself on the buzzing cock ploughing his ass. He watched as Aaron started to fall apart above him. A hand clutched his hip in a bruising grip as Aaron fucked him and finally spilled, savouring Gavin's shudders as he filled his passage. "Now Gavin, now!" Aaron relented breathlessly as he released his straining cock and tucked his head against his shoulder. Gavin moaned loudly as he came with barely two more thrusts, smearing both of their chests as Aaron leaned down to seal his lips.

"That was...phck..." Gavin groaned tiredly, almost passing out right then and there. Aaron huffed in amusement as he rolled aside and pulled him free of his bindings. Gavin massaged his sore wrists vulnerably, unable to bring himself to look at Aaron just yet. He closed his eyes with a small sigh. I'm nowhere near sober enough for this shit.