A/N: I'm back! Sorry for the two weeks of silence on my end. I had a lot of responsibilities irl that I had to take care of.
Also, it's been pointed out to me a couple of times that I'm using the wrong instance of "brunette" (which is really embarrassing on my behalf lol). I should've been using "brunet" as that is the correct term for men with brown hair.
Also, also, I've been getting messages about spacing issues regarding earlier chapters. While I understand this may be annoying for some readers, I don't have the time to go back and reformat older chapters atm. I do promise however that once I hit a break (like winter break or something) I'll go back and fix spacing, spelling and other issues in the older chapters!
Thanks for being patient with me :)
Here's a lewd chapter I've been looking forward to writing because I'm a thirsty hoe. Heads up, Richard is daddy material in this chapter lol.
Next one is gonna be SUPER SPICY.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS M|M SEXUAL CONTENT. If you're not comfortable with this, please skip to the next chapter. Thanks!
Richard awoke from hibernation mode as he detected a sudden rise in his partner's body heat. He could hear Gavin's labored huffs as his systems took a moment to return to normal. The android blinked a few times before quietly tilting his head to glance at his partner who still looked to be asleep. He then turned to stare at the clock across the room which read 5:57 am. Richard looked back to his partner and knit his brows as he watched the brunet sluggishly squirm next to him. "Detective," RK900 whispered as he gently grazed Gavin's waist.
The officer flinched before mumbling something, his cheeks turning increasingly red in the process. He seemed to be in some kind of dream state.
Richard remained silent and a tad bit puzzled as he continued to stare at his counterpart who was eliciting sounds of what the android presumed to be discomfort.
"Rich—…uhn…ah," Gavin's breath hitched before his body began to tremble.
Richard's eyes rounded. His LED shifted to a yellow hue as he realized the detective was having a wet dream. He let out a small, satisfied sigh before a nefarious smirk sprouted on his face as he slid his hand over the brunet's hipbone.
Gavin let out a series of soft whines, his brows drawing together before letting out a shaky breath. He pressed his head further into the pillow, exposing his neck to the android.
Richard watched his partner through hooded eyes, his gaze shifting from Gavin's lustful expression to his beautiful neck. "It's a crime to be this captivating," RK900 spoke softly into the detective's ear before gently planting kisses on the officer's nape.
"F-fu…mhn," the detective murmured, his grip tightening on the sheets.
The android began slowly inching closer to his counterpart, pressing into Gavin while sliding his tongue up the detective's hot skin.
The brunet groggily opened his eyes as he felt Richard grind into him.
"Good morning, detective," the machine expressed in a guttural tone.
The officer let out a soft groan as it took him a minute to realize he had awoken from his dream. He yawned and stretched against his colleague before his eyes snapped open. There the detective remained, frozen in embarrassment as he finally came to understand that he just had an erotic dream about the very android resting beside to him. "Ack!" Gavin pushed away from his partner and sat up on the bed, "Y-you're here!? What—you actually stayed?" he asked, clearly flustered.
Richard tilted his head to the side in confusion before moving to a seated position himself, "You strictly told me not to leave your side last night," he cocked a brow, "Surely you didn't expect me to leave after you'd fallen asleep," he stated in an accusatory manner.
"N-no I…" the brunet paused to think for a second. He then let out a defeated sigh, abandoning any remaining dignity he had left. "I'm just not used to this," he brought a hand to his forehead, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make this anymore awkward than it already fuckin' is."
Richard shook his head, "Don't apologize," he placed his hand on Gavin's cheek. "And I don't think any of this is awkward in the slightest," he expressed with kind eyes, "On the contrary, I find your behavior incredibly cute."
Gavin's brows snapped together as he shot a menacing glance at the android, "I'm not fuckin' cute," he mumbled, blush dominating his features.
RK900 let out a hushed laugh as he smirked at his counterpart's supposed resistance. He then brought his hand and interlaced his fingers with that of the brunet's. "Did you manage to get some sleep?" he asked with a concerned cadence, "I would've detected if you'd gotten up but I just want to make sure," he stressed.
The detective turned his head to the side, averting the android's stare. "I'm fine," he dismissed, "I slept fine," he rephrased.
Richard furrowed his brows, unconvinced by Gavin's response. He then decided it was best to change the subject to something much more interesting. "So," the machine's tone switched to a more suggestive one, "You were fantasizing about me earlier, weren't you?" the android asked with a smug grin.
Gavin's eyes shot open as he was caught off guard by the machine's question. "H-huh?" he looked to his partner in surprise.
"No need to be shy, detective," RK900 leaned closer, hovering only inches away from Gavin's flushed face.
The brunet arched his brows as he felt Richard trace his jawline. "Nh," he closed his eyes while the android's thumb stopped at the officer's chin.
"I care about you, Gavin," Richard expressed.
The officer opened his eyes to look at his partner.
"I just want to make sure you're okay. No dreams about the Sergeant I hope?" he examined his colleague's face with worry.
The detective remained quiet for a few seconds as he tried to piece together what he wanted to say. He was never good with words, especially when it came to expressing gratitude. Gavin drew his brows together as he dragged the corners of his mouth into a distressed frown. "It's frustrating sometimes how much you fuckin' care," he looked to the ground, "Frustrating because I know I'll never be able to pay you back for everything you've done for me," he shook his head.
Richard's eyes rounded, taken aback by the officer's statement. He then lowered his lids, humbled by his colleague's confession, "Gavin," he sighed, "You shouldn't feel the need to pay me back for anything," he pecked the detective's cheek, "I do what I do because I love you," he nuzzled into the detective's hair, "Don't feel obligated to give me something in return."
Gavin let out some hushed grunts of annoyance as his counterpart continued to trail kisses around the officer's collarbone. He wasn't annoyed at the android; rather he was irritated with himself for not being able to compensate Richard for anything. Despite the machine telling him not to worry, the officer couldn't help it. After a few seconds of dealing with internal struggle, Gavin slowly got up from the bed.
The android shot a perplexed look at the detective as he watched him stand up and approach the door to the hallway. "Where are you go—"
The brunet brought up a hand to stop his partner, "Gimme a sec," he explained before walking out of the bedroom.
Richard knit his brows as he listened to Gavin's footsteps until they were no longer audible. He waited in silence, trying to see if he could get a sense of what Gavin was doing by listening intently. Suddenly, the sound of the stereo filled the apartment—the volume was loud but not to the point where it was unbearable. After a quick scan, Richard realized that Gavin had chosen Eminem's Venom. He took a moment to evaluate the lyrics before the detective walked back into the room.
"Interesting choice of song," the machine hummed.
Gavin stood at the corner of the bed, glancing at the android with suggestive eyes. "I just chose something with bass," he grabbed the ends of his shirt, "Something loud," he continued, taking off the shirt and throwing it to the floor, "To suffocate my cries."
Richard's eyes shot open, his LED changing to a sensual crimson while he watched the brunet climb on the bed. The android's components began to rapidly heat up as Gavin mounted him. "D-detective?" RK900 asked, confusion and bewilderment evident in tone.
"You have no idea how much pride I had to convince myself to fucking swallow for this," he glared at Richard with rose-red cheeks. "If you think this is embarrassing, imagine how I fucking feel," he pressed a finger into the android's chest.
RK900 brought his hands up to shoulder-level, "I'm not complaining," he smirked, eyeing his delectable partner from head to toe.
Gavin let out some disgruntled mumbling before he hesitantly opened his mouth, "I want to repay you for all that you've done for me, Richie," he averted the machine's gaze as he felt himself heating up, "And don't gimme the whole 'you don't needa give me something' bullshit," he air-quoted, "Truth is," he crinkled his nose, "Fuck," he cursed, "This shit is so much more cringy than I fuckin' thought, Jesus," he shook his head. Gavin brought a hand to pinch the skin between his brows before sighing, "Truth is, I wanna give you something."
Richard remained silent, awestruck by his partner's words. He then shot a questionable look at the brunet, "Who are you and what have you done with the detective?" he jokingly asked.
"Shut it," the officer grumbled, looking away. He took a few seconds to muster up the courage to speak up. "I…" he paused again, face completely flushed, "I want you to touch me," he glanced at the android with a hungry expression.
Richard's eyes widened, his processors imploding as he couldn't wrap his mind around the brunet's request. "Y-you wha—"
"I want you to make me forget about John," Gavin whispered as he pressed his ass up against the android's clothed erection. "I want you to make me forget," he breathily begged.
The machine blinked several times before he smiled sympathetically at his partner. "Gavin," he huffed, trying to mask his incredibly aroused state, "You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to," he stated warmly, "I don't want you to feel like you need to pay me back this way—or in any way for that matter."
The brunet took a minute to think about what the machine said. He then grabbed Richard by the shirt and pressed his lips onto the android's, startling RK900.
After a few short seconds, Richard lowered his lids and grunted into the kiss as he slid his tongue into the officer's mouth. The pair's tongues intertwined in a sensual ballet of ardent passion.
Gavin was overpowered by Richard's skilled kissing techniques and ultimately succumbed to the android and allowed his partner to explore every inch of his mouth. The officer moaned as he felt RK900 grip the back of his neck and dominate the heated kiss. He then pulled away, eyes locked on Richard as he tried to catch his breath.
After taking a few seconds to collect himself, Gavin hit his head against his partner's chest with a thud. "Just this once," he murmured, "Just this once you hear me," he looked up at RK900 with an extremely self-conscious expression, "You could do whatever the hell you want," he swallowed, "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."
The android remained frozen, absolutely overwhelmed by Gavin's words. "You're killing me here, Gavin," Richard exhaled with an insatiably horny look.
"I…" the officer whined, "I want t-to…" he grit his teeth, "S-satisfy you too," he shuddered, mortified by how truthful he was being with the android.
RK900 hummed in pleasure, "I won't lie," he licked his lips, "I do very much enjoy this surprisingly honest side of you," he stated before pulling the brunet in for another intense kiss.
Gavin arched his brows before he brought his hands to wrap around the android's neck. He let out soft whimpers of pleasure as he melted into his counterpart's touch.
Richard continued to take charge during the pair's make out session while he slid hands down the brunet's bare back. This time, the android plucked away from the kiss with a playful bite to the officer's lower lip. RK900 whistled contently as he examined Gavin's erotic expression. He watched the detective's chiseled chest rise and fall, his back expand and contrast to the rhythm of his hot huffs.
"Tell me w-what to do," the brunet gazed at RK900.
"Mhn," Richard smirked before he trailed fingers down Gavin's stomach. "Ride me, detective."