"Alright, come on," Reed huffed in a resigned tone as he opened the clear cell door. VB looked uncontrollably smug as he got to his feet and stepped out into the corridor. Reed tried not to flinch as he deliberately stepped closer, looking down with a sneer as he towered over him. It was a common intimidation tactic. One he wasn't about to bow down to. It was almost annoying that towering was all he did. If he touched him, he could arrest him for assault. "You're free to go. Come with me so we can sign out your belongings and finish the paperwork." Reed stepped around him without further comment.

"Aren't you going to apologise for wrongfully detaining us?" VB asked haughtily as he followed him through to the bullpen. Reed's jaw tightened. He was a hundred percent sure that VB was involved somewhere along the line, and he hated the thought of apologising. VB knew it, too. They arrived at his desk, where Nines already had Fifty-Seven seated in his own chair, directing him on where to sign. Reed invited VB to sit and put the standard release document down for him to read.

"Sure. Sorry you got caught up in all this. I'm sure you understand our concerns, what with the body being found in your buddy's basement and you two being in the house at the time we arrived. We had to be careful, you know, considering the whole almost killing a police officer thing." He was careful not to give quite the apology VB had wanted. VB smirked as he scanned the form quickly. It was a standard release paper, making sure he had all the possessions he'd been brought in with and that he hadn't been harmed or mistreated during his stay.

"Such a heartfelt tone..." VB added dryly as Reed put down a small tray for him to look through. He hadn't been brought in with much. He had an almost empty wallet and a key. It was unusual, considering the amount of electronic locks these days, but a lot of androids lived in the older parts of town. Most payments were also wireless, but there were a few older places that still used cash, and any illegal activities still tended to use physical payments, too. Reed watched as VB took the items and signed the paper.

"I live to serve." Reed hated the smug look on VB's face as he sat back in his chair. My chair. Reed's brow furrowed as VB got comfortable, crossing his legs while waiting patiently for Fifty-Seven to finish. Reed turned to Nines almost resentfully. His partner seemed to be having a far easier time of it. As an android, Nines was likely spared the endless sass and attitude. "I'll see them out," Reed said as Fifty-Seven got to his feet. Nines looked reluctant at the suggestion, but he knew they were unlikely to try anything within the vicinity of the precinct.

"How kind of you, Sergeant," VB purred as he got to his feet. Reed rolled his eyes. He was doing it again. Towering. Reed stepped closer, deliberately brushing against him as he passed to lead the way. No way was he backing down to these fuckers. Their chests barely touched in passing, shoulders knocking slightly. VB seemed almost amused as he turned to follow with Fifty-Seven at his side.

"It's company policy. Don't get cocky," Reed griped as they stepped through the barriers. He stopped off at the main desk to give the papers to Stacey and confirm their release. With a few taps of the keyboard, they were officially free men. Part of him wished they weren't involved so that he didn't have to deal with them again. Fifty-Seven was too hard to rile, and VB was just fucking insufferable. They stepped out through the main doors and paused. Reed slipped his hands in the tight pockets of his jeans as he waited for them to head down the front steps, suddenly itching for a cigarette.

"Do take care, Sergeant Reed." Something about Fifty-Seven's polite words struck him as more of a warning than genuine concern. He frowned slightly as he looked between them. VB seemed almost predatory now that he was out. At the very least, Reed knew he wouldn't try anything right by the precinct. That didn't stop his whole body from stiffening as he stepped in closer, crowding into his personal space.

"He's right, you know. Your job can be quite dangerous...I'd hate for anything to happen to you, Sergeant..." He leaned in right beside his ear as he purred, green eyes glinting. Reed scoffed in response as he stepped back. Really? You're going to do that right to my phcking face? Asshole! He knew a threat when he heard one. It likely wasn't even a threat, more a sort of promise. He wasn't sure they were going to actively hunt him down, but if he turned up in their path again by accident, he'd definitely be a target.

"Your concern is touching, really...Now get the phck out of here." He nodded to the steps, keeping his frown firmly in place. Fifty-Seven maintained his neutral, aloof expression while VB was smirking like a Cheshire Cat as they finally took their leave. Reed didn't feel dirty exactly, but he did have to shrug off a shiver that wanted to run down his spine. He hated letting bad guys go. Letting them go could directly result in another body. Sure, it would probably be an AAL member and therefore a bit of a scumbag, but it was still another life snuffed out on his watch. Phck!

Reed returned to his desk. His sour mood followed him the whole way there, making his fingers itch for a cigarette. Nines was already seated, silvery eyes flicking up searchingly as he returned. Reed's expression softened into something a little more assuring. He was fine. Pretty much. They may have threatened him, but they hadn't actually done anything. Nines understood the look and returned his gaze to his terminal. He was probably already working on those CCTV requests. They were going to have a hell of a job. In order to be thorough, they'd decided to track all three victims during the week prior to their disappearances. That would be hundreds of hours of footage. He was lucky that both Nines and Connor were helping. It would be a daunting task for a human alone.

Reed sighed as he pulled out his chair and sat down. While Nines was sending in those requests, he'd look over all the old witness statements again. There was always the chance they'd get lucky. He'd barely kicked back to read when he felt the world turn. A small yelp of surprise fled his lips as he fell on the floor, still in his chair. He fell out of the seat sideways as he hit the carpet, green eyes wide in surprise and confusion as the weight of the seat rested against his thigh. He was pretty sure his hip would be bruised where the plastic armrest had dug into the bone on impact, and his left elbow was a little sore where he'd tried to catch himself.

"Sergeant Reed!" Nines was already on his feet as he circled their desks, concern etched into his features. He'd heard the clatter and yelp and seen him disappear in a flail of limbs. Reed was speechless as he rolled onto his back and looked up. He was utterly perplexed. Nines shifted his gaze to the broken chair before easily hefting the heavy item. "The central support has been damaged," he reported as he ran his gaze over the thick metal pole. It was thin and jagged where it had bent and snapped.

"Yeah, no shit," Reed griped as he sat up with a pained groan. His chest fluttered unpleasantly as he whipped his head around. A few other officers were looking their way. A couple were even laughing quietly as they shook their heads. It looked like the result of a prank, and not so long ago, Reed would likely have deserved such a thing. If he'd been in a better mood, he may even have laughed about it. As it was, he just felt stressed and embarrassed.

"Are you alright, Sergeant?" Connor asked worriedly as he joined them. Hank was looking over too, trying not to laugh. Reed scowled at Hank as he crossed his arms and legs where he sat.

"Just phcking peachy." He didn't think it was a fucking coincidence that his chair just happened to break after VB had been sitting in it. He watched Nines' blue eyes scanning the sharp edge of the broken support. The tightness of his lips pretty much confirmed the thought. Connor's LED flashed yellow as he communicated with him wirelessly and examined the damage himself. Reed wasn't sure if this counted as a message, but it certainly confirmed he'd majorly pissed him off. "Nines...get me a coffee," he sighed finally, green eyes worn and somewhat pleading. He felt like he'd been wronged, and he was a little embarrassed at all the staring.

"Certainly." Nines laid the useless seat aside and pushed to his feet, eager to ease the sting. Connor was somewhat sympathetic as he offered Reed a hand up, easily pulling him to his feet and steadying him once he was there. Reed's jaw tightened, a sense of loss pooling in his stomach. It was pretty dumb. It was just a chair. A chair he'd had for the past four years, since the last time the station had been renovated. A chair he'd spent hours trying to get exactly right. A chair that had been worn in and well used as he'd leaned back and propped his feet on the desk on all those late nights with Jack. That was my phcking chair!

"Guess we should keep that in the evidence locker, in case you're feeling petty once we catch those guys. Wouldn't hurt to add a criminal damages charge to his sentence," Hank piped up sympathetically as he typed away on his terminal. Reed scoffed at the thought. He wasn't exactly sure they'd be able to prove it was VB who'd caused the damage, but the thought of adding a day or two to his sentence was appealing all the same. Phck! I want to kick him in his smug phcking face! He was pretty sure VB was laughing it up right about now. He didn't need to see him fall to know it would have happened when he sat down.

"I can order you a new chair from the HR department." Connor was acutely aware of his inner turmoil. Gavin Reed hated attention. Unfortunately, falling on the floor in the middle of the bullpen had gotten him just that. Suck it up...They'll forget it within an hour. He couldn't help it. He was still embarrassed and his chair was still broken. He sighed as he clapped a grateful hand on Connor's shoulder.

"Thanks, Tin Can." Connor smiled as he returned to his own desk and put in the order, flagging it as urgent. Reed wouldn't be able to properly make use of his desk until this issue had been resolved, and it wasn't like HR was flooded with requests of this nature. He looked up the make of Reed's chair to find that it had actually gone out of production. That wasn't good. It was common knowledge that Reed hated change. He attached a possible compromise. The DPD wouldn't needlessly cut into its budget, but Sergeant Reed had been quite an asset, so he was confident they'd make an exception.

"Your coffee," Nines said as he returned and placed the steaming mug on his desk.

"Thanks, Nines." Reed raised the cup and cradled it in his hands, enjoying the burn on his skin. He breathed in slowly, savouring the rich scent. It was almost worth the embarrassment as he noted that Nines had made him a fully caffeinated brew to ease the sting. His stomach swirled somewhat at the realisation.

"You can take my chair for now. I am fully capable of working on my feet," Nines offered sincerely as he remained at his side. Reed waved it off insistently. That was Jack's chair. Nines' chair. He wasn't about to make his partner stand just because he was an android.

"It's fine, Nines. I can stand for a day. No big deal," he insisted as he sipped his coffee. It was so hot that it burned his lips a little. Nines' coffee. He noted the spark of heat in Nines' silvery eyes as he leaned down. His lips raised into a small smirk as he stepped closer, chest resting flush against his arm as he ducked down.

"I'd be more than happy for you to sit on my lap, Sergeant," he purred, jutting his hips forward meaningfully. He enjoyed the small jolt that ran down Reed's spine, vitals dancing with want. Workplace fantasies weren't unusual, and he was sure that Reed had more than one scenario stored that would involve their chairs or desks. Perhaps both. The idea pleased him greatly, though he knew such a thing would remain a preconstruction. Bending his partner over his desk and fucking him in front of the whole precinct would most certainly result in their termination.

"Ha-ha, very funny," Reed scoffed as he sipped his coffee. Nines didn't need to look to know he was hiding a smirk behind his mug. He was also pleased to find that his teasing had the desired effect. He was more relaxed now. "Guess I'll...do something with this," Reed sighed as he put his coffee down and hefted the heavy leather seat. The weight was promptly removed from his arms and hauled over Nines' larger shoulder with one arm. Phck, that's hot. He also removed the broken wheel section with his other hand.

"Allow me." Reed called out his thanks as he headed off, whether to the evidence locker or just out to the trash; he wasn't sure. Sighing, he wandered over to Connor's desk to perch on the edge as he worked. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Coffee first. Work later. Nines' coffee was something to be appreciated. Savoured. Fucking cherished. It warmed him from the inside out as he opened his eyes. He didn't even realise he'd closed them. He felt so much better.

"Jeez, would you like us to leave you two alone?" Hank gruffed as he took in the look of placid contentment on Reed's face. Reed scoffed as Connor gave him a small smile of amusement. It was almost sweet, the way his temperament would completely soften with the first sip of coffee. Nines' specifically. Regular coffee would take the edge off, but it never truly soothed him the way Nines' seemed to. He'd think his brother added something to the brew if he hadn't scanned it on numerous occasions. He wasn't sure whether it was the act of making the coffee or if there was a certain technique he used that genuinely made it taste better. Either way, Reed always seemed to enjoy Nines' coffee over any other blend.

"I'm just going to guess it'll take at least twenty-four hours to get the footage," Reed sighed as Nines returned to his desk and sat smartly, nodding his agreement as he continued to send out more requests. They needed a lot. Every bar they'd frequented, every shop they'd entered, every street they'd walked down, taxis, buses, and their workplaces if they had one. Reed got to his feet as he finished his coffee and took to pacing the small space between Nines and Connor's desks. They both looked at him with some amusement. It had been a while since he'd drunk a coffee with full caffeine at this point.

"Jesus Christ! Would you just do something? You're making me nervous with all your pacing!" Hank huffed in amusement after the fifteenth time he'd passed the end of Connor's desk. Reed took on an almost defensive air as he stopped and folded his arms, clearly still restless and eager for some form of release. He didn't like waiting, and he didn't like having nothing to do. He also hated not being able to sit at his own fucking desk, a revelation he'd only had within the past half hour. When I catch that dumb, smug, good for nothing, plastic-assed phcking android I'm going to-

"Perhaps sparring would help." The amusement dancing in Nines' gaze told him he knew what he'd been thinking. Nines sent in a final CCTV request before shutting down his terminal. It felt like it had been quite a while since they'd last set foot in the gym. Perhaps it had been a while. They'd been quite busy recently. The Hickory Killer. Morgan. Colin. Almost being tossed off a roof. They certainly had some frustrations to work out. Once they'd changed, Reed led the way through to the main gymnasium, where Nines helped him to stretch out before they began slowly circling each other. "Winner chooses."

"Chooses what?" He wasn't sure he entirely trusted the way Nines' lips curled into something a little more predatory. It was the look he got every time he was about to devour him. It made his stomach drop and flutter. Nines wasted no time in taking a swing, which Reed only just managed to block. He shuddered as Nines leaned closer, hot breath ghosting across his ear to make his skin prickle.

"Which of us gets to choke on a cock later." His silvery gaze dripped with heat as he purred out the words. Intimacy in the workplace was a habit they needed to break if they were going to continue keeping their relationship a secret, but not today. Reed seemed somewhat indignant as he stepped back, but the submission in his green eyes already let Nines know he'd have his way. It also helped that the arousal stirring between his thighs would put him off balance. Nines at least gave him a fair chance. He kept his abilities lowered to give him a forty-five percent chance of victory. Their usual arrangement.

He was somewhat proud as they fought. Reed remembered many of the techniques he'd taught him about weak points for androids. Many of them weren't overly relevant to his own model. His power core, for instance, was encased within a reinforced, shockproof compartment. It would take more than a simple punch or kick to knock it loose. Although his rotary cuffs were a vulnerable point for his model, they were also more hard-wearing than a regular android's. It was highly unlikely that Reed would damage him in any way.

Nines bent over as Reed twisted his arm into a restraining hold, just as he'd been taught. He pressed in close, their bodies flush against each other. Nines reflected, as he made use of his superior height to toss him backwards, that he should probably begin catering their training to assist him in taking out taller assailants. It may only be a few inches, but those few inches were often enough to give Nines the edge. Had Reed been able to press close enough, he could have made it extremely difficult for him to unlock his shoulder enough to twist out of that hold.

Reed didn't let the disadvantage dampen his spirits. He was already bouncing from foot to foot again as Nines turned. He dodged his next two strikes and kick, backing off each time. The problem with his defensive approach was that he was the one expending the most energy. He was also the only one who'd get tired. He was painfully aware of that particular disadvantage. Unfortunately, that also led to him rushing his attacks. Nines smirked as he caught his ankle and held it securely, watching him wobble precariously on one leg. In a real combat situation, Nines could preconstruct at least fifteen different ways to permanently incapacitate him from this position. Instead, he pulled until Reed was falling against him.

"You're rushing again," he chided as Reed gripped his bare shoulders, cock resting snug against his thigh. He couldn't regain his balance as Nines kept hold of his ankle, enjoying his vulnerability as he became completely reliant on him for support. "In a real fight, you would have just lost your leg...if not more." Nines supported his spine with a firm hand and raised his knee to press against him teasingly. He smirked as Reed tried to hold back a small sound in his throat. "Again." He released him and let him stumble back, giving him a minute to bounce off a little of his frustration. Nines' silvery gaze dropped to the skin tight leggings, tracing the clear outline of his hardened shaft. His leggings really didn't leave anything to the imagination. Nines was already preconstructing the various ways he could peel them off.

"Hey! Eyes up, perv-bot!" Reed chided with a huff as he heaved another breath. Nines shrugged innocently as he settled in to wait until he finally let out a sigh, ready to try again. He used a few feints, dodging from left to right, swapping from a punch to a kick part way through, and using Nines' body as a support to leap over his back. He was dextrous and agile, with excellent instincts and great skill. It was little wonder that other humans had a hard time keeping up. Unfortunately for Reed, Nines wasn't human.

Despite catching him in a few restraining holds and getting in a few notable hits, it wasn't enough to subdue him. Nines finally caught him in a headlock, pulling him back against his chest and choking him. It was over. Any more pressure on his windpipe and he'd pass out. They both knew it. Reed tapped his thigh three times in submission, and Nines released him with a smirk, watching as he doubled over, gasping from breath, skin damp with sweat. There was nothing Nines wanted more than to lean in and lick it off, but he held himself back. For now.

"I win." Nines smirked as he watched Reed nod with a tired sigh as he began to stretch down. He tried to ignore the way Nines' eyes were roving over his body, lingering on his ass as he bent over to stretch out his calf muscles. "We should get ready to shower." They stopped by their lockers to grab their towels and Reed gave no arguments as they headed towards the changing stalls. They went into their own cubicles to strip. Reed was tired as he tossed his clothing on the back bench in a careless heap and wrapped his towel around his waist. Ready for the shower, he unlocked his door.

"The phck are you doing?" Reed hissed in alarm, forgetting that no one else was currently in the room with them. He'd barely unlocked the door when Nines pushed inside and backed him up against the small bench. Reed couldn't help it as his eyes travelled over Nines' chiselled torso and toned legs. The only interruption to the flawless freckled flesh was the small towel at his waist. "Nines, we're at work!" Nines tilted his chin up to stare down at him hungrily. Phck. There was no way he could turn down that look. The fucker knew it, too. He was wearing that knowing fucking smirk that always let him have his way.

"I told you, Gavin. Winner chooses..." Nines trailed off and bit his lip, enjoying Gavin's shiver of anticipation. What would he choose? He tilted his face this way and that, almost as if he were reading him. Can he tell which I'd prefer just from looking? He wasn't sure reading his vitals quite worked like that. Nines rested a hand on his head and stroked his damp hair, noting the way Gavin readied himself to drop to his knees eagerly. He smirked. "So that's what you want..." Nines teased as he laced his fingers in his hair and caressed his scalp. Gavin didn't respond with words, but he did blink his eyes open eagerly. "Speak..." He knew Gavin hated it when he insisted.

"Yes, Sir..." Gavin murmured reluctantly, lips thinning as Nines gave him an expectant look. He wanted more. "I want to choke on it." His voice was small, green eyes darting around the stall evasively at the admission. He grunted as the hand in his hair tightened and pulled him up.

"I get to choose, Gavin." Gavin did his best to nod at Nines' cool tone. Nines free hand pulled the towel free so that he could examine his toned body, pleased to find him still aroused. His proud cock twitched and swayed in the open air, dirty green eyes soft and dazed as he stared up at his stern expression.

"Y-yes, Sir!" The hand loosened and soothed his scalp in reward. Nines enjoyed the way his eyes flickered and drooped as he leaned into the gentle touch, greedy for affection, huffing fondly as he continued to work his fingers. How can I deny him anything when he looks like this? He pressed down on the top of his head, enjoying Gavin's shudder as he slid obediently to his knees. Nines altered their positions, seating himself on the bench to make it easier as he opened his towel.

"Don't come on the floor. It isn't clean enough for you to lick it up." Gavin nodded his obedience under Nines' watchful eye. He'd put his full focus into pleasing him. He slowly stroked one hand up his chiselled thigh, pausing as the hand in his hair tilted his head up. "If you do a good job, I may allow you to relieve yourself in the shower afterwards." Gavin voiced his thanks and compliance before getting started. He didn't just want to get Nines off. He wanted to make it good. Work him up. Earn his praise. Nines continued to stroke circles in his hair as he began.

He shuffled himself comfortably between his open thighs, stroking and massaging the synthetic muscle as he ignored the hardness of the tiles. Noting his discomfort, Nines handed down his towel. Gavin kissed his thigh softly in thanks as he settled the soft layer beneath his knees and continued the gentle teasing. He shifted between both thighs, nipping and kissing the pale skin. Nines hummed softly, a content sound. He enjoyed this softer intimacy. His synthetic length stirring slowly as Gavin worked, gently nudging his large thighs wider. He allowed it, curious of his intentions.

Gavin wrapped a hand around the barely hardening shaft and moved it higher. He also nudged his balls aside, allowing him access to the smooth skin beneath. Nines jerked a little, surprised at the sensation as Gavin's warm tongue teased and soothed his perineum. He'd never experienced such a feeling. It made him want to squirm in his seat. He lowered his free hand to the bench for support, grounding himself as Gavin slowly lapped his way up to his testicles. He'd caressed and teased them before, but he'd never gone so far as to lick and suckle them as he did now. Not ready to take both at once, he alternated his attention between the two. He encased them in warmth, licking and stroking as he slowly pumped the soon throbbing cock in his hand.

"Good, Gavin..." Nines praised in a small sigh, gasping and biting his lip in approval as he continued his steady work. The tongue returned to tease his perineum before finally sliding its way up to his cock. Gavin was slow and tender, thoroughly licking and kissing the length as he stroked and caressed. Nines kept his hips steady, enjoying the more thorough attention he was receiving. Gavin was certainly earning his own release later. His eyes were closed as he kissed and nipped and soft skin, finally rising to lick and tease the tip. Nines tugged his hair, urging him lower. Gavin smirked as he obliged and took in the tip. "Gavin..." Nines moaned, humming his appreciation as Gavin began a series of shallow bobs.

He recorded it, fully intending to make use of it in later preconstructions. The sight of Gavin with his mouth full of cock was one of his favourite things. He especially liked it when those green eyes opened to stare up at him. Sometimes questioning. Sometimes eager. Dazed, wanton, needy, desperate, smug. This time he'd say they were earnest. He was trying to work out how well he was doing, looking for ways to get a reaction from his master. Nines felt himself twitch at the thought and encouraged him to swallow deeper. Gavin made a small choking sound, his own cock swaying and neglected.

"You're so good, Gavin...You always try so hard to please me." Nines enjoyed the way he whined and trembled at the praise. He had a bit of a praise kink, something Nines filed away for future use. He liked to know he was pleasing his partner. Nines moaned again as Gavin dove deeper, the tip nudging the back of his throat. The angle was a little off since he was kneeling over him. Nines helped, using his hand to urge him a little lower. Gavin raised his chin obediently, working in more of a back-and-forth motion than up and down. "That's it...Good..." Nines sighed as he leaned his head back and panted in contentment, encouraging the deeper movements.

He looked down and felt his cock twitch as he watched Gavin sliding back and forth, almost to the tip and back down to the hilt. Gavin closed his eyes again, focusing on his breathing as he settled into the new rhythm. In...Out...In...Out...He'd removed his hand entirely, gripping Nines' strong thighs for support as he threw his whole body into the motion. He sucked greedily, saliva and pre-release wetting his lips and chin. Nines opened his thighs wider, surprised as one of Gavin's hands moved to caress his testicles. He was so close.

"Sergeant Reed?" Miller's voice called as the changing room door creaked opened. Gavin looked up in mute horror at the interruption, freezing for a moment before going to pull back. His green eyes snapped up vulnerably as Nines' hand halted and eased him down once more. Nines! Really? His own cock twitched as Nines lazily rocked forward and edged down his throat again. Nines shut off his sensors for the moment, regretful he could no longer enjoy the sensation of Gavin choking on his cock.

"Sergeant Reed is currently indisposed." Nines noticed Gavin's horrified expression return at his words. What the phck kind of response is that? Miller wasn't stupid! He was going to figure it out if Nines kept screwing around! He tried not to whimper as Nines' bare foot rested against his twitching cock in warning. Behave. Despite the horror of the situation, Gavin couldn't help the way his hips nudged closer to the pressure, grinding up against his foot.

"He-uh, what?" Gavin's eyes closed in dread.

"He had another matter to attend to elsewhere. I believe he intended to visit the morgue. I can contact him on your behalf if it's urgent," Nines replied smoothly, watching Gavin's expression soften in relief, though it was short-lived. Nines pulled him closer, settling his cock deep in his throat and almost making him gag. Gavin swallowed urgently, squeezing Nines' thigh as he tried to keep the strained sounds inside. He got the hint and continued the smooth motions from before, rocking backwards and forwards slowly as he let Nines handle Miller.

"I just got a message from Officer Clarke. There's been another body reported in the warehouse district near the old Jericho wreck. It might be AHL related." Nines' eyes dropped to Gavin as he caressed his scalp. Good, Gavin...Keep going. Gavin looked up at the mention of a new case, but he didn't halt his movements. Nines returned his focus to Miller, wanting him to leave as soon as possible so that he could enjoy his human's throat once more.

"Understood. Send me the address and I'll inform him immediately." Nines waited as Miller voiced his agreement and left. As soon as the door closed, Nines ramped his sensors back up to full. He let out a sinful moan, gripping Gavin's hair and working him like a Fleshlight. "You're so good, Gavin. You did such a good job. You handled the interruption so well," he praised in a low growl, savouring Gavin's lustful whines as he was used. Nines got to his feet and leaned against the door, giving himself the leverage to rock his hips. Gavin choked around him, barely able to keep up with the rough thrusts. "Take me Gavin! Open your throat and swallow!" Gavin whined, doing his best. His eyes watered as Nines rammed his gag reflex. Were he any less experienced, he would have vomited. He gripped Nines' ass, holding tight as he was used like a sleeve until he finally spilled.

"Jesus-phck!" Gavin choked and spluttered as he drew back, covering his mouth to catch what he hadn't swallowed the first time round. He coughed a few times before tilting his head back and cleaning his hand. Nines returned to his seat with a soft and sated expression, gently caressing Gavin's stubbled chin and wiping off the release with his thumb. Gavin was flushed and breathless, still coughing a little as he recovered.

"You were truly wonderful, Gavin." Nines caressed and soothed him as he rested his head on his bare knee. He enjoyed the softness for a few moments, though he knew they needed to be quick if they were going to shower and escape without notice. "Come, we have time to shower before we leave." He helped Gavin to his feet, finding him truly spent. It was a good thing they'd removed their clothing. He was already dripping on his thigh. Nines stroked the twitching cock, enjoying the way Gavin trembled and tried to hold back.

"Phck, stop! Yellow!" Gavin almost whimpered as Nines drew back and licked his fingers greedily. "I'm at my phcking limit here," he sighed as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. Nines gathered the rest of their shower things and kissed his shoulder on the way out. Gavin didn't argue as they shared the same partition. Nor did he comment as Nines slid to his knees and gazed up while he watched him stroke himself to completion. Nines opened his mouth eagerly as he sensed Gavin's coming release. Gavin huffed fondly, lacing a hand in Nines' hair and painting his skin white.

"Good, Gavin," Nines soothed from his knees as he swallowed what he'd managed to catch. The rest had, unfortunately, smeared his cheek and pecs. It was worth the waste, however, to see the heat in Gavin's eyes. Nines rarely accepted such treatment. It didn't suit his more dominant nature. "Clean me." He stood and waited expectantly, noting the quirk of Gavin's lips as he stepped closer.

"Yes, Sir," he replied in a sultry tone before greedily running his tongue across his stained pecs. Nines grabbed the shower gel as Gavin worked, rubbing a thick lather into his spine and shoulders. Gavin returned the treatment, though his tongue never stopped lapping the salty smears from his skin. He was softer as he reached his face, kissing the stains away before cleaning the area with soapy hands.

"I...I very much enjoy our time together," Nines murmured as they rinsed their skin and hair. Gavin huffed fondly as he shut off the water and began drying himself.

"Yeah, me too, Nines...Me too." His eyes were soft as he reached up and rubbed his hair, giving Nines a generous view of his toned body. He was still perhaps a little underweight, but his condition had greatly improved since their first meeting. Nines hummed his appreciation as he stole a swift kiss, watching Gavin's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected gesture. "Phck, come on. We've got a case!"