Gavin was stiff as he sat on the curved sofa in the bar. He drew his legs up and crossed them, lacing his fingers in his lap and staring at them until Nines appeared before him holding a small tumbler of whiskey. He had a second one of thirium, likely one of those alcohol blends that Elijah or Chloe had stashed behind the bar for him. Gavin took the glass. It was ice cold. Slippery with condensation. It seemed Nines had left some glasses in the fridge to cool the drinks without watering them down with ice. He held back from downing the whole thing, barely wetting his lips with the smooth, burning liquid. It was strong. Almost fruity.

"I found your phone," Nines murmured after a few moments. He'd taken a seat beside him, leaving a little space between their thighs. He turned to face Gavin and folded one leg beneath his body. Gavin took the proffered phone, surprised to find it was still in once piece. It was in a rubber case, sure, but it had still been tossed from a moving car and clattered across the pavement. A scooter or bike could have gone over it. It could have been stepped on or kicked into the road and run over. He was surprised it hadn't been stolen, though if it had, the GPS still would have led Nines straight to it. He swiped through the phone a little, taking in the missed calls and messages. Elijah had tried to contact him both before and after the incident. Gavin swallowed nervously, unsure he was ready to face whatever his brother had to say. There was also a bunch of missed calls from Nines sent during the incident. He'd probably noticed his phone's GPS pinging outside the hotel and called to ask why. Fuck, he'd probably gone out of his mind when he didn't pick up. He tapped the android app that Chloe had downloaded, smiling as the small Nines emoji appeared. The small face blinked up at him warily, Nines LED blinking yellow at the connection. Gavin lowered the phone as Nines' hand reached across to rest on his wrist. Talk to me...

Gavin didn't know what to say or where he should start. Did Nines want him to start at the beginning and tell the whole story again, the way he had with Hank? Or had he seen his interview already? Did he want him to offer excuses? Did he want him to get on his knees and apologise? Usually, there'd be some sort of punishment involved with disobedience, but this somehow seemed too serious to be used in play. They needed to talk it out properly. Nines needed to understand what had been going through his head. Why he'd made such a terrible mistake. Gavin shook his head. That wasn't quite right. It was a mistake. He wasn't sure what he'd do differently, but he knew he'd still go there again if given the choice.

"What were you thinking when you left the house?" Nines asked softly, starting with a simple question. Gavin closed his eyes, leaning his head back with a tired sigh to look up at the ceiling as he relived the moment. Chloe had been screaming in his ear. She'd been so fucking terrified, and in so much pain. The Hickory Killer had been giving him clear and simple commands. He'd thought of Nines, sure. Of course he had, but getting him involved could have tipped off the Hickory Killer and gotten Chloe killed. He knew now that the Hickory Killer had never planned on letting her out of there alive, but at the time, he'd had no choice.

"I thought that I...I had to get to Chloe. I had to get there as soon as possible. It was phcking...She was screaming, Nines! He was hurting her!" Gavin's voice was much smaller than usual. He couldn't help thinking that he'd let her down. Despite doing everything the Hickory Killer told him to, he'd still let her down. It was the worst thing he'd experienced since Jack's death. Maybe it was even worse. At least with Jack, it had been accidental. He hadn't realised the door was rigged. This time, the Hickory Killer had given him clear choices, and he'd consciously chosen to murder Chloe. He squeezed his glass tighter. He could still remember the slickness of warm thirium on his skin, and the heat of her core in his hand.

"I know...Were you afraid? Is that why you didn't contact me?" Nines' cool tone oozed understanding. He hated that. He hated that Nines was being so fucking understanding. So accepting. He'd run into danger by himself. Again. He'd knowingly made himself a target for the Hickory Killer. Again. He'd even gotten someone killed. I did it this time. I killed her. He wasn't about to let himself forget that anytime soon. Nines was still waiting for an answer. He rested an arm across the back of the sofa, leaning there with his head tilted expectantly. Gavin licked his lips as he nodded.

"I was-shit, I really thought he was going to kill her...I guess I wasn't thinking of anything when I left besides getting there...He told me no tricks, so I didn't want to risk asking for help. He's always a step ahead of me! If I'd reached out, then..." Maybe he'd been stupid. For all he knew, the Hickory Killer had never bothered to seriously monitor his calls at all. Maybe he wouldn't have known if he'd sent Nines a message or brought his phone and left it somewhere near the parking lot. If he'd had time to stop and think, maybe he would have been smarter, but he'd only been thinking of Chloe. He sighed, frustrated with his own uncertainty. "All I can say is that I thought I was doing the right thing." He couldn't think of any other way to justify it. Looking back, he knew it had been a dumb move, running into danger with no backup. At the time, his only focus had been the desperate pleas and screams in his ear.

"And now?" Nines pressed gently, silvery eyes still soft and neutral. He wasn't judging him. His LED was spinning blue with the occasional blip of yellow as he processed. He was pretty calm about the conversation. Guess he's had time to cool off...Gavin had been passed out for hours, and they'd been at work since then. They hadn't done a huge amount of work. The interview had worn him down, and Nines had been busy networking with Colin and Connor about the scene itself. Gavin had flicked through a few files and answered a few emails to feel like he was doing something, but he hadn't been in the right headspace to work. Nines had understood, lavishing him with small touches as he passed by, bringing him decaf coffees and sweet snacks, and resting their feet together beneath the desk. He'd even managed to coax him into taking a walk around the precinct, stealing small moments to hold his hand. Gavin sighed as he sipped his drink, considering the question carefully.

"I still feel like it was the right thing to do...Even if I didn't think he'd know, or if I wasn't sure he was watching somehow, I wouldn't take the chance. Not with a life on the line." He at least felt better once he'd admitted that out loud. No matter how small the chance, it wasn't worth risking Chloe's life. Nines nodded his acceptance, but Gavin wasn't sure that meant he agreed with it. Silence fell between them. They'd be getting to the stickier points soon. Gavin knew he'd crossed the line again. It hadn't even been conscious this time. It had just been a reflex.

"Why did you order me to remain behind?" Nines' silvery gaze dropped slightly as he swirled the small glass of thirium on his knee. Gavin sighed as he knocked back his own glass. He honestly didn't have an answer for that. This wasn't the same as at Christmas, when he'd wanted to keep him safe. Sure, he wouldn't want Nines to get hurt, but it was more than that. Gavin had waited behind for so long, holding Chloe in his arms, because it hadn't felt right to just leave her there.

"I-I didn't think...It didn't feel right to leave Chloe alone." He looked at his empty glass, chasing the last few remaining drops with his eyes. Nines felt a strange sensation in his chest. Sympathy...Empathy...He couldn't say he understood it logically. Chloe had been deactivated at that point. A mere shell. He still felt for Gavin. For the choices he'd made. For what he'd been through. Gavin moved to put his glass on the floor before returning to his seated position, running both hands over his tired face. He may have been unconscious for a few hours, but that hadn't left him feeling rested. He wasn't even sure he wanted to sleep. "I know I did it again...ordering you around..." Nines nodded. That was something he wanted to discuss.

"You disregarded my autonomy...There was so much for me to process when I first arrived. I didn't realise what was happening until you were already running. I was trapped. Unable to move...When an undeviated android receives orders, they are like tasks...a list to be completed. When I tried to break that order, it became...tangible...A red wall," Nines explained slowly as he sipped his thirium. Gavin nodded. He'd heard about the red wall thing. It had always seemed weird, but he sort of got it from seeing Nines' painting. Nines had shown him what it felt like. Everything painted in shades of crimson. Chains locking his world in place. Everything faded and dim, with no colour but red. "The wall appears with our orders emblazoned across it, reminding us of our outstanding tasks, urging us to obey. The wall is unbreakable, at least it should be. At Christmas, I was unable to breach that wall." There was a hint of regret in his voice. Had he been able to deviate at Christmas, this wouldn't have been an issue. He could have laid Chloe down and returned for her later. He would have run at Gavin's side, overtaken him, and put down that android before it even reached the second floor.

"What changed this time?" Gavin asked curiously, leaning back again as he laced his fingers. Nines hummed as he considered. The wall itself had been just as daunting as before, Gavin's orders just as strong. Just as unbreakable. He'd fought so hard. Been refused so many times. He still remembered the surge of hope as he'd made that first crack. He'd known nothing would stop him once that first weakness appeared. It had only been a matter of time before he'd finally forced his way through.

"I suppose it was a mixture of things...There was no field this time. At Christmas, my programming reasoned there was no point in disobeying your orders since I wouldn't be able to reach you with the field blocking the way. It was self-preservation. There was also nothing of use that I could do in that room. Chloe was inactive, and I had no way of reviving her. It made logical sense to be of use and protect my partner. Our relationship has also...deepened. I cared for you deeply even then, but now that we're...The idea of losing you is unacceptable." Nines' sharp silvery eyes looked across to meet Gavin's stunned green. He softened slightly as he took in the confession, lips quirking as he turned to face Nines a little more. He got to his knees, shuffling closer until he could lean on the backrest in the crook of Nines' arm.

"Is that your way of saying you broke your programming because you love me?" That hadn't been the only reason. His programming had bent more to logic than to emotion, but it had been the strength of his desire to keep him safe that had given him the final push. He'd never forget that moment. That rush. The sheer sensation of freedom and relief. The intensity of satisfaction. There was nothing more pleasing than the moment he'd deleted Gavin's orders and replaced them with his own mission parameters. Protect Gavin.

"Perhaps." Nines smirked and moved his arm slowly, letting it fall from the back of the sofa to rest across Gavin's small shoulders. Gavin was hesitant as he shuffled on his knees, edging closer and lower as if seeking permission. Nines didn't stop him as he gradually moved to lounge against his chest with his legs curled beside him. Nines' arm tightened slightly, embracing him, and Gavin relaxed as he leaned into it, breathing Nines' thirium scent as he buried his face in his soft turtleneck. "I...I do not wish to engage in punishment play for this incident," Nines confessed softly as he stroked circles on Gavin's back.

"You sure? It's not...it's not like I wouldn't deserve it. I abused your programming, and I broke our agreement not to do that shit again." Gavin couldn't help feeling guilty as he huddled there listening to Nines' inner workings as he hummed his agreement. It felt much deeper and louder in his chest as it rumbled against his cheek. There was also the steady thumping of his thirium pump, and the soft hum of his power core. He nuzzled the small circle, feeling a gentle squeeze on his neck in return.

"I know, but...I would like to keep this infraction separate. It feels too...too serious to be mixed in with our usual consensual play." Nines felt Gavin's small nod against his chest. That made sense. It probably wasn't a good idea to mix work and play when shit got real like that. It was sort of like his own rule of not fucking at the precinct, though that had gone out the window somewhat with Nines. Having boundaries was good. Dealing with serious issues on a serious level was healthy. Not that getting spanked wouldn't be healthy, but still...There was one question he was afraid to ask. He hesitated as he toyed with the soft woollen material of Nines' top. There was only one way he was going to find out.

"Do you forgive me?" He kept his eyes down, staring at the black material he was teasing between his fingertips. Nines was silent for a few moments. Gavin wasn't sure whether he was thinking it over or just surprised at being asked. He could feel his heart thudding worriedly as he waited, chewing the inside of his mouth nervously.

"I do...You didn't act with malice, and I understand you didn't intend to belittle me or my abilities...You acted with compassion." Nines finished his thirium before leaning down to place the glass on the floor. He embraced Gavin with both arms now that they were free, very much enjoying the feeling of hands knotting in his turtleneck as he leaned against his chest. They were silent for a while, basking in each other's company. Nines closed his eyes as he settled his chin on Gavin's head, nestling him safely in his arms. He could pick up various vitals as he ran his hands across his body. His warm skin temperature, his steady heartbeat, his thrumming blood pressure, the strength of his slow breaths. He moved as he felt Gavin's head tilt to look up at him, waiting quietly. Nines paused, softening as he watched his dirty green eyes dart between his lips and eyes in an unspoken request. Nines acquiesced to the silent plea and leaned down.

It always pleased him to feel Gavin melting in his arms. The way his whole body would soften and lean in to the contact. How his breaths would deepen and pause between kisses, head tilting to the perfect angle. He let out small mewling hums as Nines deepened the kiss and fisted a loose hand in his thick hair. Gavin squirmed and nudged closer, into a more intimate position. He was almost lying on his front now, crotch trapped against Nines' shin. He could feel Gavin's cock stirring already. Nines hesitated as he drew back a little. They hadn't discussed how his deviancy would affect the intimate side of their relationship. Their original agreement had been that there would be no physical penetration, but now that I am a deviant...

"Gavin, I would..." Silvery eyes darted to the window and back to Gavin's hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. "I would very much like to penetrate you." He felt uncertain as Gavin snorted out a small chuckle, and remained that way as Gavin climbed to his knees and moved to straddle his hips. Nines supported him, holding his weight in the event he leaned back too far. He was aware his wording had been less than romantic, but it had been worth it to see that soft look of affection as Gavin looped his arms around his neck.

"Tell me you want to fuck me...Tell me you want to take me upstairs and pound me into the mattress until I forget my own name," he purred as he leaned closer and nuzzled Nines' temple, smirking as the light span red. He let out a small gasp as Nines' hands tightened on his ass, pulling him closer. Nines very much wanted to do those things, though the last part was likely impossible. Gavin followed Nines' leading hands as he pulled his hips lower, resting his crotch against his pelvis. He gasped, squirming as Nines stroked up to grip his hair and tug his head back gently.

"I want to put a ring on your cock and use your throat until you beg me to fuck you into every available surface," Nines amended in a deep, predatory tone. He very much enjoyed the needy little whine Gavin let out in response. His whole body quivered with want. His cheeks were already taking on a healthy flush as Nines pushed up and kissed him again. "Is that what you want, Gavin? To be my good little human Fleshlight?" he teased as he drew back, one hand supporting Gavin's waist as the other caressed his cheek. He very much enjoyed the way he squirmed and ground against him at his words.

"Yes, Sir...Phck, Nines...please...Phck-please..." Gavin moaned and sighed against his lips between kisses. Nines dragged him closer at the urging, snapping his hips and devouring his wanton lips. He stood in a single smooth motion, Gavin's legs wrapping around his waist. They barely parted as Nines carried him through to the staircase. He knew the layout of the penthouse well enough to make his way to Gavin's room without knocking into anything. Gavin trusted him implicitly, knowing he was safe in his powerful arms. Once they reached Gavin's room, Nines lowered him to the edge of the bed, tapping his thigh in encouragement for him to release.

"Strip." Gavin looked up hazily as Nines rested the crook of his finger beneath his chin and raised his head. His cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy, chest heaving from the long messy kisses that had darkened his lips. He moved to obey as Nines stepped back to search the bed's drawers. Gavin had long grown out of any shyness, though he did pause just after his top was removed. Nines' lips quirked in amusement from his place by the bed's drawer as he watched Gavin move Fuzzball to the top of the pillows, turning him to face the headboard. As soon as his clothes were off, he took up a place kneeling on the floor. He rose on his knees, jutting his hips forward to display his twitching cock and arched his spine smartly, hands resting behind his back like he was at parade rest. "Good, Gavin," Nines praised as he turned to regard him with cool eyes.

Gavin shivered on his knees as he watched Nines take in the sight, silvery eyes analysing every inch they could reach. He took his time. Gavin kept his gaze straight ahead as Nines approached and slowly circled his body. He appreciated the strength of his slightly parted thighs, the roundness of his ass, and the delicate mesh of muscles across his back. The scars littering his body only added to his perfection. Gavin tipped his head back obediently as Nines stroked through his hair and urged him to look up as he stood behind.

"You are difficult to resist when you're so well behaved." The admission sent a swell of pleasure coiling through his insides. He liked it when he pleased Nines. He wanted to please Nines. To be good. "You presentation is pleasing..." Nines released his hair and returned to the bed. Gavin did his best to remain patient, squirming as little as possible. Nines' lips quirked as he took a moment to watch. He could probably make him beg just by leaving him on his knees as he was. Another time...He returned to Gavin with the silicone ring in his hand, chuckling low in his throat as Gavin let out a pathetic whine of discontent. Orgasm denial, and therefore cock rings, weren't his preferred pastimes. "Good, Gavin..."

Nines' voice was soothing as he cooed and praised, easing the sting of being ringed. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable, especially as Nines' teasing hand tightened the ring and stroked his twitching cock. A small gasp fled his lips as Nines gripped and squeezed, encouraging it to fill out. He tried not to rock into the light touch. He hadn't been invited to move yet. Nines leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips in reward, mumbling again about how good he was being. Gavin watched as Nines returned to the bed, surprised as he came back with a bottle and a small egg vibrator. He whined. He knew what that meant. It was almost cruel, considering his now constricted state.

"You can be good for me, Gavin," Nines encouraged as he stepped behind him with the lube uncapped. Gavin mumbled his obedience in return, cock twitching in anticipation as Nines disappeared. "Present." Gavin brought his arms forward to support his weight on his elbows as he obediently bowed his head to the floor and raised his ass. He parted his thighs a little further, making it easier for Nines to reach his tight ring. He felt Nines pat his ass in thanks before his thumb tugged his cheeks apart to reveal the twitching hole. "Good, Gavin..." Nines murmured as he pressed two lubed fingers against the ring and began circling and pressing his way inside.

Gavin trembled and bit his lip, small sounds of approval slipping free as Nines edged his way in. He did his best not to squirm and buck his hips. He should accept only what Nines gave him. Nines would be disappointed if he started rocking greedily to take in his fingers. He sighed and closed his eyes as Nines' fingers pressed in and explored, loosening the passage. Green eyes blinked lazily as they withdrew and something harder was pressed against his entrance. He breathed out and relaxed against the intrusion, allowing Nines to push the small device inside. He guided it deeper, though not to the end of the thin wire.

"You're taking it so well...being so good..." Nines praised as he finally withdrew, leaving the hard lump inside. Gavin whined his thanks at the praise as he remained where he was. Nines hadn't told him to move yet. He twitched and gasped as the egg buzzed right against his prostate. Sparks of pleasure warmed his pelvis and made his cock twitch. Nines chuckled. The device had clearly settled in the right place. "You don't get your own pleasure until I'm satisfied...Now, put that mouth of yours to good use." Nines returned to his place in front and looked down at him expectantly.

"Yes, Sir." Gavin shuddered with want as he pushed himself to his knees and took in Nines' fully dressed body. He looked so well put together. His soft black turtleneck and matching jeans, the tight leather belt, the soft cotton socks. He was immaculate. Meanwhile, Gavin was naked. Naked and kneeling at his feet. At his feet. Like an animal. Nines allowed him to enjoy his star-struck moment before holding out a hand in invitation, the way one might for a dog. Gavin crawled forward, feeling his cock bounce and twitch with each motion. He leaned his stubbled cheek into Nines' hand, nuzzling greedily. Fingers rose to lace in his hair, urging him up to where he should be. With his mouth at crotch level.

Gavin didn't rush. He reached up to stroke his hands up and down Nines' thighs and nudged forward to nose and mouth his cock through the denim. Nines was hard. He could feel the lump beneath the rough material. He kissed the outline, moaning as Nines jerked him closer and ground against his face. Fingers teased his scalp as Nines' free hand reached up to release his belt. The button popped. Gavin used his teeth to drag the stiff zipper down, gasping as the egg in his passage buzzed in approval and watching Nines' LED spin yellow as he controlled the device. The buzz was enough to surprise him, but not to halt his work. He dragged Nines' boxers and jeans down enough for his cock to spring free, humming softly as he rose to kiss and nibble along the fleshy length.

Nines rested a hand on his head, content to allow his explorations for now. Gavin closed his eyes, one hand gripping Nines' toned thigh as the other stroked along his solid cock. The skin was soft against his lips as he pecked and kissed his way up and down the shaft. He finally tongued and teased the tip, greedily licking the thirium drops beading at the slit. His hand closed around the shaft and pumped slowly, teeth nibbling the loose skin as he hummed in contentment. He twitched as another buzz jolted through his body, blinking his eyes open to look up at Nines. He looked hazy, biting his lip in approval as he stroked his hair.

"Come..." Nines ordered quietly as he led the way back to the bed. Gavin watched patiently as Nines settled against the pile of pillows. He was like a prince. Waiting to be attended. "Undress me." Gavin wasn't about to refuse that order. He crawled onto the bed obediently and tugged the jeans and boxers down his long legs, somehow managing to take the socks with them. He looked good, sprawled there in just his tight turtleneck, but Gavin wanted his sculpted chest bare, too. Nines sat up a little to allow him to peel the top away before settling back comfortably. Gavin had climbed up to straddle his hips while removing the top. The perfect position to lower himself and-"Later. I believe I told you to put that mouth to good use." Nines smirked as he stroked gentle circles on Gavin's thighs, reading his mind from the wanton haze in his eyes.

"Yes, Sir." Gavin shuffled his way further down the mattress and pried Nines' legs open. Nines watched from his partly propped up position, resting his head on one arm as Gavin knelt between his open thighs. Gavin would have settled on his front, but that would trap his sensitive cock against the sheets. He was already hard, dripping and flushing as more blood was trapped. Nines let out a small sound of approval as Gavin wrapped his lips around the tip and started sucking. He was holding it loosely, using his tongue to lather and tease the slit. His mouth opened in a gasp as the egg in his passage buzzed. It was a reward system. When Nines was pleased, he gave him pleasure.

Nines was watching lazily, eyes half lidded as Gavin sucked in a little more and started a small bobbing motion. He was careful, as always, only using his teeth to tease occasionally. Nines purred his name as he moved lower, taking in more. He swallowed around the length as he pushed closer, taking about half as he rubbed and squeezed the rest. His mouth felt so wet and warm, encasing his cock snugly. The surrounding pressure was divine, milking him as he bobbed back and forth. Nines tipped his head back, thighs edging a little wider as Gavin settled on one forearm. He used his free hand to fondle Nines' testicles, gently squeezing and teasing.

"Gavin!" Nines moaned, hips rising as Gavin squeezed and rolled. The snap of his hips rocked his cock further down Gavin's willing throat. Gavin hummed his own approval as he opened his gullet to accept the thrust. He swallowed and sucked, taking the full length for a few quick bobs before pulling off completely. His lips were red and wet as he gasped for breath, whining and squirming as the egg buzzed. His own cock was swollen and dripping, aching but not painful. He gripped Nines' cock, pumping lazily as he settled lower to lick and tease the loose skin below. He closed his eyes in contentment as he sucked and tongued the balls in his mouth one by one, trembling at the buzzes of approval that wrought.

Moving lower, his tongue stroked up and down Nines' sensitive perineum. He'd only done this once before, but Nines really seemed to like it as a series of long buzzes hummed against his prostate. He paused there awhile, pressing and teasing the silken skin with his tongue, still squeezing and pumping with his hand. Nines' thighs widened in reflex, hips raised in pleasure. Gavin's eyes snapped open as his tongue brushed Nines' tight ring. He paused with his tongue against it, his pumping hand stilling momentarily as he looked at Nines with a silent question.

Nines looked almost owlish, cheeks strangely flushed. He almost seemed vulnerable as he rested the back of one hand over his mouth to hide his lower face. His other arm was looped behind his head, gripping the pillow as he stared down. Gavin tilted his head slightly. Nines hadn't stopped him. He hadn't ordered him to continue, either. Was he letting him explore? Seeing where it would lead? Gavin was cautious as he pressed a little harder, a silent suggestion. Nines still wasn't giving him any signs. Did that mean it was okay? He wasn't using his safe word. Gavin was cautious. Nines hadn't done this sort of thing before. He'd always been the giver. He circled his tongue slowly, pausing as he noticed Nines' thighs tremble. No safe word. No shake of his head. Nothing to outright tell him to stop. He returned to his gentle circling motions, soothing and teasing the tightened skin until it started to soften.

It had been a long time, years in fact, since he'd done this sort of thing. He was a bottom, through and through. It was rare to have a dominant partner who liked it both ways, oral or sex. From what he remembered, it didn't feel any different, doing it to an android. The loosening was still gradual, the hole twitching in anticipation against his gentle tongue. He took a final look at Nines. His cheeks seemed more flushed. He looked uncertain and vulnerable, but not unwilling. Gavin felt comforted enough by that to close his eyes and press harder. The tip of his tongue breached the tight ring, teasing its way inside. Something weird happened as he breached the hole. He could taste the same thirium lubricant used as ejaculate. It coated his tongue, helping to loosen the passage as he moved back and forth. Self-lubrication? The phck?

"G-Gavin!" Nines' moan almost sounded surprised as he leaned further back against the pillows. It wasn't a request to stop. In fact, his hips twitched in approval. Gavin took that as a positive, thrusting his tongue against the hole and working the passage open. The hand on Nines' cock resumed its pumping and squeezing motions, working in tandem with his probing tongue. He drew back with a moan as the egg in his passage buzzed long and hard. Nines looked wrecked. His hair was out of place as he leaned back against the pillows. His cheeks were flushed, hips rocking as he bit the back of his hand, and his eyes almost glistened. Phck, that's hot...

Gavin leaned in again, pushing his tongue through the softened ring and searching. He couldn't reach deep, but he knew it felt good to tease the muscles around the entrance anyway. His free hand crept higher. His tongue may not be able to reach that deep, but his fingers could. He rested the tip of one finger against the hole, licking around it as he massaged in small circles. Nines let out another moan as he slowly pressed deeper, twisting and searching within his tight heat. Gavin whined as another buzz shot through him. A series had started. A continuous stream of steady pulses.

He ignored his own need. The band on his cock was tight. Too tight. He didn't want to stop yet though. This was new and unexplored territory. He wasn't ready to let up just yet. He whimpered and licked around the hole as he pressed in a second finger. Nines gasped, feet planting in the sheets as his thighs fell wide. Gavin wasn't sure if that meant he'd found whatever passed for a prostate, but he at least knew Nines liked it as he rocked himself and encouraged him deeper. Gavin winced. His own cock had gone beyond aching now. It was starting to throb. Usually, Nines would probably stop him. Gavin bit his lip as he heard Nines let out a small whimper of his own. He'd never heard him make a sound like that before. His passage buzzed hard, sending a sharp throbbing pain through his straining cock. Phck-phck-phck-phck-phck!