Phck! Gavin thought as he hung up the phone. His hands shook with adrenaline as he looked at Sandy sitting huddled on the edge of the wooden table. Her chest was wide open, the black rectangular box clearly out of place with the thirium blue and silver of her circuitry. Her blue eyes were filled with anxious tears as she looked up at him. Connor and Nines had done their best, but when it came down to it, he was the one who was going to have to choose. Blue, brown or green…It could be any of them, but Nines was so phcking sure about green…Should he do it? Should he blindly put his faith in Nines? What made his partner more reliable than Connor? He'd known Connor a lot longer. Surely he should trust him more, but every time he thought about Nines, he just had the urge to do whatever he said. He hadn't steered him wrong so far.
Now he had a new problem. Protocol. They were down to the five-minute mark. It was time for him to hand over the wire cutters, tell Sandy what to do, and get the fuck out of there. There was just one big problem with that. She was looking at him like he was her anchor, and fuck if he could walk out on her when she looked like that. She's just a kid anyway. What are the chances of her actually going through with it alone? With his decision made and justified, he huffed out a breath and walked to the thick vault door. If he was wrong, there was going to be one hell of a fucking explosion. It may not do much, but the thick walls of the vault would at least absorb a little of the blast.
He grunted with the effort of actually getting the gigantic piece of metal to move. It had clearly been stood open for some time, probably a couple of years at least. It took almost everything he had to pull the heavy door inwards with a loud clang and turn the old handle to seal the vault. Guess if we don't blow up, I could always suffocate…He turned away from the large door and walked back to Sandy, breathing out an anxious sigh as he lifted the wire cutters. He trusted Nines. Nines agreed that he was the key. He was sure it had to be green.
"Alright…I spoke to my friends outside. They couldn't agree on which colour, but I have to choose one. We're dead if I don't." He wasn't sure whether he was trying to comfort Sandy or convince himself at this point. Sandy nodded miserably. She was just a kid, but she could follow the conversation well enough to know that they were royally fucked. She was shaking fearfully, her eyes dropping to the open cavity in her chest. To the thing that wrapped around and clutched her thirium pump. Gavin was glad that she at least couldn't feel the pain as a human would. "My partner thinks I should cut the green wire…I trust him with my life, but…what do you think? He's never been wrong before, but I don't…I can't promise we're going to walk out of here," he added apologetically as he kept her gaze on him.
"G-green…green sounds good," Sandy's small voice murmured miserably. Gavin's mouth went dry as he eyed the box. The decision was made. They didn't have time for him to continue inwardly debating. They were rapidly working down to the one minute mark. It had to be now. Gavin huffed a couple of breaths as he steadied his hand, holding his free one out to Sandy. She didn't have to think twice. She grabbed his hand and gripped it for all she was worth. It almost fucking hurt.
"That's it. Just hold my hand and look at me…Look at me…Don't look down…" Gavin soothed as he held the clippers up to the green wire. Sandy was trembling so badly he was worried about her jerking the wire loose. A small sob broke free as she tried her best to sit still and do as he said. His gaze was steady as he held the green wire with the cutters, making sure Sandy was definitely looking at him before squeezing his hand shut with a click. Green eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds. When he opened them, he saw that Sandy had done the same. Both of them braced for a blast that didn't come. Gavin breathed out in relief as he checked his watch. "Alright…alright, we'll wait here just a few more minutes." He barely dared to trust the excitement welling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't dare believe it yet.
Sandy nodded her agreement, still gripping his hand. They remained silent, looking at each other and then around the vault expectantly. Nothing happened. Two further minutes ticked by before Gavin sighed and nodded. He let the relief flood his chest as he finally pried his hand loose and leaned down. He wasn't a technician, so he couldn't check for further damage, but he was absolutely going to get that fucking thing off before he carried her upstairs. Sandy trusted him implicitly as she leaned her head back so as not to block the limited light he was working with.
"Just sit tight. I'm going to get this phcking thing off you." His voice was rough with shock and relief. Sandy nodded quietly as she patiently waited. Gavin knew he couldn't simply rip the damned thing out. It had been carefully wired through her beating thirium pump. He didn't know enough about androids to disconnect it safely, so he went with cutting the wires free. The device was dead now. The green wire had severed all power, so he didn't hesitate as he snipped the final two and reached in with gentle hands to slide them loose. Moments ago he'd been shaking like a leaf, but much like when he was facing down a perp with his gun, his hands were suddenly steady. "Phck, come here-come here," he sighed as he spitefully dropped the lifeless device on the table.
Sandy finally allowed her sobs to break free. Tears streamed down her pink cheeks as she dove into Gavin's chest. Her cavity was still wide open and leaking blue since Gavin had no idea how to close it. He hushed and clutched her to his chest. He was unwilling to stroke her head with the blue staining his fingers, but he rocked her. He continued to hush her as he shrugged out of his leather jacket and wrapped it around her quivering shoulders. She was likely in shock, and he didn't even know what sort of errors the open panel would flag in her system. He needed to get her up to the technicians asap.
"It's alright. I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Sandy nodded at his quiet words as she sniffled and waited patiently on the edge of the table for him to wrestle the door open again. The oily blue on his hands made his grip slip and slide, but he finally managed to twist the heavy bolt. He forced his shoulder into the door and pushed, grunting and grimacing as he edged it open. As soon as there was enough space, he returned to grab Sandy. Her small arms and legs gripped him like a koala as he tucked her head into his shoulder and walked out.
Where below ground had been quiet and eerily peaceful, outside it was deafening and utterly chaotic. He winced at the screeching sirens, ringing bells, shouting voices, and almost blinding flashing of blue and white lights. He could barely see as he stumbled through the glass door and out into the street. SWAT were in like a flash, sweeping the area and heading down to deal with the device. There were techs and medics there, too. One of them instantly swept in as he handed Sandy off to them. He barely registered her grabby hands and screeching as she was carried away. There was too much movement. Too much noise. Nines…
Gavin continued stumbling forward, green eyes scanning almost frantically as his heart pounded with stress and shock. Where is he? Where the phck is he? He needed to see him. He needed to know he was alright. He knew he had to be. He'd been outside, and Connor had been with him. He still needed to see it. There were too many people. Uniforms holding back and directing crowds. FBI and SWAT milling about on phones and radios. A medic checking to see if he was alright. Gavin pushed past worriedly, slumping in relief as he finally saw the stiff figure forcing his way through the crowd on a direct path. It was all he could do not to run and meet him halfway. He quickened his pace regardless, and suddenly he was there. Nines' LED was stuck on red as he almost glared down at him. Gavin's voice almost choked as he looked up helplessly. Heat pooled lower at the look in Nines' icy eyes.
"Hey, Terminator…" Gavin murmured in a tone that was dripping with guilt, affection and undeniable need. He was surprised by the intensity of his own feelings. He was desperate to just reach up and hold Nines' hulking form. To bury his face in his shoulder and let himself break down. Nines was clasping his hands behind his back tightly. He looked as stiff as the day he'd first stepped out of that damned capsule. Gavin had no idea what had changed as he suddenly stepped closer. "Hey! Woah! Nines!" he objected in shock as Nines reached out and gripped his upper arm in a painful grasp before dragging him across the street. Gavin tripped and stumbled all the way, unable to pull free as Nines' fingers bruised his skin. Nines had never been this rough with him before.
He tried to object and pull him to a halt, but Nines clearly had a location in mind as he stormed through the bustling crowd. He barely paused as they reached one of the large FBI trucks usually used for surveillance. Gavin was barely keeping up as Nines tossed the door open and dragged him up the steep steps into the cramped workspace. It was like a small computer room with consoles and a couple of chairs tucked under the small desks. There were two agents inside, both of whom looked confused and then worried as they took in Nines' almost menacing demeanour and the spinning red of his LED.
"Outside!" Nines' voice came out like an angry bark. The agents didn't even think to argue as they squeezed by to the steps and hurried out. They were wise enough to shut the metal door behind them. Nines placed his hand against it, hacking the lock and sealing them inside. Gavin was still reeling from where he'd been dragged up the steps. He was currently struggling to remain standing as Nines held his arm high and kept him off balance.
"Shit! Will you stop?" A small grunt escaped as he was more or less tossed back against consoles. He barely had time to open his mouth before Nines was upon him. He froze, not fully processing it as Nines' lips claimed his. One strong hand gripped the hair at the back of his neck to tilt his face up by force. Nines was firm and insistent, giving him no room to pull back. The first press was almost awkward, but as Nines moved his soft lips, they soon fell into a rhythm. Nines' head tilted a little more to the side, and they slotted together. He stepped between his legs as he perched on the edge of the consoles where he'd been tossed.
Gavin leaned into it, green eyes fluttering as he gripped the black cotton of Nines' turtleneck to pull him closer. It was like a fucking dam broke in his chest. All those weeks and months of silent yearning rose in his throat in needy, pleading whines. He didn't know what Nines was thinking, but he understood the hot breath on his lips and the tongue that demanded entry. He opened his mouth and whined again as Nines' tongue teased his own; the kiss becoming messier and more desperate.
Nines' free arm snaked around his waist, pulling his smaller body firmly against his own as a strong thigh pressed up against his crotch. Gavin couldn't help it as he rolled his hips, shuddering at the sensation of his shaft grinding against Nines' firm thigh. Nines let out a low growl of his own, though Gavin was unsure whether it was a needy sound or an angry one. Either way, it went straight to his already hardening cock. Strong hands began exploring. He arched into Nines' chest as he felt cool fingers stroking up his spine, caressing the faded scars on his back. A second hand gripped his thigh, raising it higher to settle over his firm hip. Phck, this isn't right, this isn't-
"Phck! Stop-stop-stop!" Gavin huffed breathlessly as he pushed his hands against Nines' shoulders. His brain caught up to his dick with the shortness of breath. This should not be fucking happening! There was no way that Nines should be pressing him against a console in the back of an FBI truck and devouring him like he meant something. Nines was just as breathless even though he didn't need air. It must have been a programmed response, or maybe his systems had been taxed and overheated. His LED was still spinning red, something almost vulnerable seeping into his dazed expression.
"No." Gavin's green eyed widened in disbelief as Nines leaned in to reclaim his lips roughly. His blue eyes were like fire, filled with lust and fury as he devoured Gavin's mouth with insistent lips and nipping teeth. Gavin whimpered into the kiss as the thigh between his leg ground up firmly, rocking against the hardness in his jeans mercilessly. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? How scared?" Nines demanded as he drew back and glared down at him. Gavin trembled against the console as he leaned back submissively, green eyes filled with vulnerability.
"I-I'm sorry," he forced out, noting a little of the heat dissipate at the earnestness in his choked tone. He meant it. He really fucking meant it. He knew Nines must have been out of his fucking mind. He knew what it was like, watching your partner run off and not knowing if they'd make it back. Nines had done it himself more than once at this point. He wasn't about to pull that card though. Not when Nines was looking down at him with so much heat in his silvery eyes, devouring him slowly as he brushed a gentle thumb across his bottom lip.
"Sorry isn't good enough…Drop you pants and bend over," Nines ordered in a clipped tone as he stepped back and stood rigid with his hands behind his back. He raised an almost expectant eyebrow as Gavin remained stunned and breathless against the uncomfortable machinery. "Did you not hear me? Do it or I'll strip you myself and take you outside," Nines threatened almost coldly as he stared his trembling form down. What the phck? Why is he-Gavin didn't have time to think further as Nines began counting back from five in warning. He was on his feet in an instant, fingers still shaking as he reached down and fumbled with his belt buckle. Luckily, Nines stopped counting as soon as he registered he was doing as he was told. "A pity…I almost wanted them to see…" Nines soothed in a soft tone that sent shivers down Gavin's spine.
Gavin struggled a little with the button, feeling horribly self-conscious as he lowered the zipper and meekly pulled his jeans and boxers down. He hesitated as he looked up. His cheeks probably flushed pink as he watched Nines' intense gaze rove over his stiffened manhood. Nines reached out a gentle hand and caressed the hardened length. Not gripping, just running his hand along it in admiration. He let out an appreciative sound before reminding Gavin to turn around and present himself. Gavin did as he was told. He felt horribly exposed and vulnerable as he pressed his torso down against the console. His oily, stained shirt was clinging to his chest as various buttons pressed uncomfortably into his skin.
"I will discipline you now for the following reasons…One, you disobeyed my order to remain at my side. Two, you broke policing protocol by going into a dangerous situation by yourself. Three, you disregarded my autonomy and gave me an order. Four, you overlooked my desires and intent. Five, you gave me a second order that kept me from your side. Six, you pushed my stress levels to unacceptable limits…These crimes cannot go unpunished, Gavin. Do you understand?" Nines demanded in a cool and clipped tone, still standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed down at Gavin's exposed rump. It looked soft and perfectly rounded. Pale and flawless. Gavin could feel the piercing gaze. His legs trembled in anticipation, despite how much he knew this was going to fucking hurt. "Well?" Nines prompted as he failed to answer.
"Yes," Gavin managed in a small voice, barely above a whisper. He rested his hands on the machinery by his head. The buttons were still digging uncomfortably into his chest and stomach. The edge of the console was biting his hips almost painfully, but he didn't dare adjust himself. He considered himself lucky that he hadn't trapped his stiff erection against the sharp edge. He saw one of Nines' hands appear beside his face as he leaned low over his back, resting just a few inches above his clothed spine. Gavin shuddered at their closeness.
"Yes, what?" Nines prompted in a tone that could almost be mistaken as sultry. Gavin shifted uncomfortably, feeling small and caged in with Nines' larger body looming over him. Despite Nines' cooler temperature, Gavin could still feel the warmth seeping through his soft turtleneck. With Nines leaning so close, he could also catch the scent of thirium that clung to his clothing, along with his own bathing products. Oh phck! He could feel his shaft twitching with interest. Sticky little drops dripped down his thigh as he adjusted his posture.
"Yes, Sir," Gavin corrected quickly, holding back a whimper as Nines rested a hand on the back of his neck and squeezed in reward. He couldn't stop himself from trembling. This is phcking crazy! We're in the back of an FBI truck for Christ's sake! They could have all sorts of recording equipment in here! What if someone unlocks the door? He calmed a little as Nines' hand stroked down his clothed spine. Nines straightened as he rested a hand in the centre of his back. Gavin stiffened and tried not to panic as he realised what was coming, but he could feel his heart racing in his chest.
"Good, Gavin…To continue, I believe five strikes per infraction to be a fair amount." Gavin couldn't help the dread that settled in the pit of his stomach. Five strikes per infraction. Nines had listed six. That meant thirty. He didn't need to feel Nines' hand soothing his flesh to know that he could feel his heart pounding. Nines was always scanning him. "However…you did apologise, honestly and sincerely, for your transgressions. That means a lot to me…I also cannot overlook the heroism inherent in your actions. I have therefore opted to lower the amount by one third," Nines continued mercifully, likely sensing the relief that flooded Gavin's senses at the words.
"Thank you, Sir." Gavin quivered with gratitude for Nines' consideration. Nines seemed pleased with his manners. The hand on his spine stroked soothing circles a few more times before he pressed down once more. Gavin's whole body stiffened. He clenched his teeth as he waited for the first strike to land. How hard was Nines going to hit? He was an android. Far stronger than a human. He also knew that he wouldn't take anything less than full strength seriously. He whimpered at the thought, hearing Nines hush him gently.
"Be good for me, Gavin…Make sure your feet are centred and count out loud. If you lose count or stop at any time, I will have little choice but to begin again from zero. Do you understand?" he checked as Gavin moved to obey. Fuck, he was so hard. How was Nines not being affected by this at all? His voice was completely calm and serious, but then, he's pretty angry right now…and it was his fault. He clenched his hands into fists as he braced himself on the console, unsure whether he'd be better off tense or relaxed. With Nines' strength, he wasn't sure it would make much difference.
"Yes, Sir," Gavin replied obediently, unable to keep the slight quiver from his voice. Nines pressed down a little more firmly, keeping his stomach flush against the console. He murmured an apology before his other hand stroked over the pale skin of his pert rump. Gavin couldn't help the twitch of his length and the squirm of his hips as the hand pressed and circled. He took in a sharp breath and held it as the hand left his skin. The breath was forced out in a helpless yelp as Nines spanked him. Hard. It was only the first strike, and the sting almost burned. Tears pricked his eyes and his lower lip trembled. "O-one-" Gavin counted in a whimper, knowing that Nines was entirely serious about starting again if he messed up.
"I'm sorry," Nines murmured softly as he circled his hand over the heated pink skin, though Gavin wasn't sure whether that made it better or worse. He was pretty sure he'd have a clear handprint on the skin of his left cheek now. He took in a shuddering breath as he felt the hand leave his skin. A louder cry escaped his lips at the second strike. It stung! It burned! He was so fucking grateful that Nines had at least kept his synthetic skin activated for this. The hard plastic would have made it so much worse. Nines paused as he huffed a couple of trembling breaths.
"T-two-" Humiliation swelled in his stomach as tears dripped from his eyes. He pressed his forehead against the console in shame, hoping that Nines wasn't watching him too closely. The hand soothed again as Nines hushed and apologised. Why the phck is he sorry about this? It was rapidly becoming too hard to concentrate beyond the throbbing heat of his skin. Despite the pain, he dutifully continued to choke and whimper out the numbers. He was outright sobbing by the time they reached seven. Nines didn't let up for an instant.
"You're doing so well, Gavin. We're halfway now," Nines comforted in a calm voice, trying not to let too much sympathy seep into his tone. Gavin was shuddering and sobbing against his forearm. Halfway? They were only halfway? He was gasping breaths, almost ready to beg for forgiveness. He would have if he thought it would do any good. Nines had been more than fair already though. He was right. He had done all of those things, and it was only right that he got punished for them. "You're being so good for me." Nines swapped to the right cheek since the left was now so rosy and raw.
"E-eleven! Phck! Nines-please!" Gavin sobbed helplessly, the rawness and overstimulation creeping back. His skin was prickling. The pain felt so much more intense on his unmarked flesh. Gavin didn't even want to think about what he looked like right now. Any dignity he may have had before was long gone now. He was red faced, cheeks wet with tears, and his nose was running with watery snot. He sniffled helplessly, fingers clenching and unclenching on the console by his face. "T-twelve!" he cried miserably as Nines struck again. He didn't respond to his pleas with anything besides those same soothing strokes on his skin.
It felt like an eternity. A miserable fucking eternity. If Nines had bent him over like this in their earlier days, he would have shaped up a lot fucking quicker. He would have apologised to Connor and licked his shoes if that's what it took for this to stop. He didn't even know if he was still counting. He must have been because Nines didn't chide him or say anything about them starting again. He couldn't think beyond anything but the stinging burn of his skin and Nines' searing touch, which seemed to burn even as he soothed the abused flesh.
"T-twenty!" Gavin sobbed in relief, shuddering and sniffling as his body slumped. He buried his face in his woollen sleeve and rubbed his face, hoping to get rid of at least a little of his shame as Nines stroked circles on his back and softly told him how good he was. He'd been so good. So obedient. It made him feel a little better as he pushed himself up, looking at his feet shamefully as Nines gently turned his body to face him. He only realised as Nines rubbed his hand over it that his shaft was still solid and dripping. Nines' lips quirked as Gavin whined in surprise.
"I think you deserve a reward…Something to fill that foul mouth of yours, hm?" Nines added suggestively, blue eyes warm as he stroked his cheek. Gavin couldn't help it. He leaned in and nuzzled Nines' palm shamelessly, unable to believe how lucky he was. He was alive. Nines was alive. They were standing together, safe in the same space, and he was about to get his throat filled with the one thing he'd wanted for months. Gavin tilted his head up in a silent request. Nines almost smirked as he obliged and returned the gesture. The kiss was soft and wanting, and then Nines was watching Gavin's hands trailing down his body as he dropped to his knees. "Are you so desperate for me?" Nines asked in an almost breathy tone as Gavin mouthed and nuzzled his erection through his jeans.
Gavin whined and nodded, keeping the weight off his still raw rump. Nines looked pleased at his admission, grinding his pelvis against his face as he held him in place. Gavin couldn't help the small moan that escaped. His teeth soon found the zipper and slowly slid it down. Nines was kind, deft fingers releasing the clasp of a belt that was purely for show, and popping the stiff metal button of his jeans. Gavin's hands were shaking and eager as he tugged Nines' shaft free and stared at it. He'd seen it before, of course. At Cyberlife Tower on their first meeting, but he'd never imagined how large it would be once filled out and ready to fuck his throat. It filled his hand perfectly. It was long and thick enough to guarantee satisfaction, no matter how he took it. Phck, I want it…
"Well? Get to work, Rump Steak…Do a good job and I may feel inclined to see to your needs," Nines added with a smirk. Gavin paused with an adorably serious look on his face. Nines tilted his head as he stroked his length almost reverently, a small hum of appreciation escaping. Gavin was hesitant for a moment, teeth biting his lip as if he wasn't sure he should speak. Nines laced a hand in his hair and tilted his chin up with an inviting nod. "Speak."
"You don't…You don't need to see to my needs, Nines…This is for you…It's all for you, and you don't have to…I've put you through enough. This is the least you deserve." Gavin was flustered as he stammered out the words, watching Nines' gaze flood with warmth. He gripped Gavin's hair and slid down further to tease and caress his neck the way he knew he liked. Gavin could see that Nines was touched by his words. I meant every phcking one of them…I'd be happy to stay on my knees for you forever…He couldn't bring himself to admit it out loud.
"Thank you for saying so, but your punishment is over. We don't need to discuss it any further…Now, I believe I told you to put your mouth to good use," Nines added with playful impatience as he tugged his hair. Gavin couldn't help the smile that pulled his lips as he stroked Nines' length a few more times, gazing up at him in adoration. He would worship the length in his hand and show Nines exactly how much he appreciated him. He breathed out over the tip, seeing the familiar fake ejaculate he'd gotten so used to seeing with Aaron beading at the slit.
"Yes, Sir," he murmured obediently before licking the salty droplet away. Nines bit his lower lip as he leaned back on the console, hands gripping the edge patiently as he allowed Gavin the freedom to work as he pleased. Gavin closed his eyes with a shiver, letting his tongue do the work for a while. He lathered Nines' shaft with long slow strokes, swirling the tip and nibbling the loose skin around the head. The breathy moans Nines began releasing were well worth the slow work. It was only as his name slipped free of Nines' lips that he finally took the tip in his mouth and sucked.
"G-Gavin! You're so…you're so good!" Nines praised as he continued to suckle and tease, lost in his own world. Nines laced a hand in his hair, trying not to be impatient. He could tell how tight Gavin's throat would be. How perfectly it would take his girth. Small hums continued to escape as he watched Gavin with hooded eyes. Gavin didn't need to see it to know the effect he was having on him. He'd had a lot of practice over the years. "God! Gavin!" Nines moaned as Gavin began bobbing his head, slowly taking in more and more of his shaft until he was willingly gagging and choking on it.
Gavin moaned around the warm length pressing down his throat. He reached up to grip Nines' hips, working his throat harder as he tried to open up enough to swallow it all down. The hand in his hair helped, subconsciously tugging him closer. He could taste the saltiness of fake ejaculate, only a slightly synthetic tang giving it away. That made him want it more. That meant it was definitely an android cock in his mouth. It was Nines' cock. The one he'd been pining after for months. The one he'd fantasied about fucking him against pretty much every imaginable surface. He felt his own length throb at the thought. He could probably come just from this. Just from sucking Nines' dick.
"Open your throat for me." Gavin did his best to comply as Nines finally gave him what he'd been craving. He held on for dear life, grunting and moaning around each firm thrust of Nines' hips. The thick shaft slid down his gullet, pressing right through his gag reflex. Gavin choked but refused to bite down. He wanted this. He wanted it so badly. He shifted his hands to Nines' ass and pulled him closer, urging him deeper. "Do you really want to choke on me so badly?" Nines teased, moaning out loud as Gavin's answer was to draw back and take him in even deeper. Nines held his head pressed against his pelvis, watching as Gavin choked and drooled, unable to pull back. "Can you feel it, Gavin? My cock is so deep in your throat…If I leave it there, you'll really choke…Would that be a pleasing way to end your existence?" Gavin's response was nothing more than a gagging, choking whine.
Nines released him and pulled out, watching as Gavin doubled over and almost retched. He was shaky as he choked and drooled on the hard floor between Nines' feet. He wiped his chin before looking up and opening his mouth obediently, surprised as a gentle hand caressed his chin and a thumb ran across his bottom lip. Gavin shuddered as he chased the affection, green eyes hazy as he looked up at Nines and awaited further orders. Nines looked pleased as he pressed his thumb into Gavin's mouth. He sucked it instinctively as his eyes fluttered.
"You're such a good human…I should have laid claim to you far sooner…" Nines praised, tugging him up and turning to press him against the console once more. Gavin hissed as Nines' fingers pried his rosy cheeks apart. The skin was so sore he could barely stand it. He squirmed and tried not to writhe too much as something wet slid against his entrance. He almost came as he realised what it was. He gripped the console, not wanting to buck against Nines' face as he licked and teased his tight entrance.
"God! Ah-phck! Nines!" Gavin whined helplessly as his tongue pressed in, along with one finger. It had been a while since Gavin had taken a cock, especially one as large as Nines'. Nines thoroughly lubricated him, trying to be gentle with his abused ass. It would probably be wiser to wait, to allow the rawness to heal and fade, but Gavin wasn't about to stop him when he was about to get the fucking he'd so desperately been pining for. "Phck! Nines, just put it in! Sir! Please!" His whole body shuddered as he finally felt the tip press against his loosened hole.
"You're swallowing me so greedily…" Nines teased as he slid forward. Gavin couldn't to stop himself from flinching as his raw rump met Nines' perfect pelvis. "I'll try to limit the pain." Gavin nodded his understanding. He moaned and whimpered at the same time Nines snapped his hips forward. His thrusts were strong and hard, but quick to limit the skin-on-skin contact. Gavin wasn't sure whether it was really helping, but the pain couldn't stop the pleasure that was swirling in the pit of his stomach with each relentless pound. "Who owns you, Gavin? Tell me!" Nines sounded desperate as he leaned over his back and rocked.
"Phck! Nines! It's-you…always-you!" Gavin grunted between thrusts, hearing the growl of approval in his ear and shivering. He swore the thrusts got harder after that. He was also convinced that Nines was going to break him in half. Strong hands were locked on his hips like a vice, holding him down as he ground into him before pulling back for a few more hard thrusts. He'd found Gavin's prostate. Each grind made him tremble and whimper helplessly against the uncomfortable switchboard. "Nines! Sir! Please, I need to-I'm-going-to-" Gavin warned helplessly, unsure he could hold it back any longer.
"That's right, Gavin. You're my human, and good humans don't release until given permission." Something dark laced Nines' tone as Gavin crumbled in his arms. He was almost crying with the effort of holding himself back. He'd literally clamped his own hand around the base of his shaft to hold it off. Nines watched for a few more thrusts It was torture. Gavin was almost in pain with the strain of holding back, knowing there was no way he wouldn't make a mess of the console. "Good, Gavin…You may finish." A whimper escaped Gavin's lips as he finally eased off the pressure and stroked out his orgasm. Nines ground against him as he shook and trembled. His seed spilled down the side of the console and pooled on the floor. "What a mess you've made…A good human should clean up his mess, don't you think?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." Gavin almost collapsed to his knees in exhaustion as he began frantically licking his own release from the console wall. He felt a hand lace in his hair, stroking and teasing as Nines watched him. He shuddered as Nines' fingers slipped inside once more, fingering him slowly as he worked. He squirmed on his knees, quivering with over stimulation as his length tried to revive itself. Nines withdrew his fingers slowly. Gavin's cheeks were still flushed as he looked up to watch him suck the digits clean.
"Don't swallow," Nines ordered as Gavin licked up the last of his seed. He followed Nines' urging as he was pulled to his feet. "That is a valuable sample for my database," he murmured as he leaned in and captured Gavin's lips in a kiss that left him dizzy. Lazy fingers traced over his pecs and nipples through his stained, oily top before sliding down to his hips. "I would very much like to do that again with the door open so that everyone can see that you're mine…" Nines confessed heatedly, and Gavin couldn't help the way his tired shaft twitched again despite his absolute dread. Nines' expression softened as he praised him for being so good and assured him he would never do such a thing unless it was a punishment of some form or Gavin actively consented to it. Gavin clung to him tighter in response, only too willing to sink to his knees again as he noticed the component between Nines' thighs had filled out once more.
"Putting my mouth to good use, yeah?" Nines looked down at him like he'd just handed him the most valuable thing in the world. Gavin didn't bother to tease this time as he opened his mouth and eagerly sucked in the tip.