Gavin almost looked like he was going to cry as the taxi drove them back to his apartment. He'd spent the night and most of that day in the hospital getting his injuries seen to. An elastic corset had been strapped to his ribs and his wrist was splinted, but there wasn't much they could do otherwise. He'd been checked over thoroughly. Cleaned up. Disinfected. Tested. They'd been as gentle as possible as Gavin had lain on his front, sobbing and whimpering at the aching sting in his swollen passage. He'd trembled miserably as an apologetic nurse had applied a soothing ointment that would help soothe the pain and guard against infection. His passage would be sore for a few days, and using the bathroom would be unpleasant for a week at least. Each bump of the taxi sent an ache through his tender ass. The skin of his cheeks was also raw from the hard spanking, but it was nothing compared to the soreness of the ring itself.
Nines watched with all six eyes, unsure how he could help ease the discomfort. The hospital had been kind enough to offer them both some scrubs they could wear home. Gavin's clothes had been dirtied beyond use for now, and Nines had no clothing at all. Luckily, Nines could make calls and internal payments from his head. They didn't need to worry about Gavin's lack of a phone or wallet. Nines winced as he put his own discomfort aside and laid his bare hand on Gavin's forearm, surprised as he flinched away. Gavin looked guilty as he turned his head and looked up at him. Nines' blue on black eyes had widened in surprise.
"Sorry," Gavin grumbled quietly as he lowered his arm and fisted his hands. Nines said nothing as he offered his hand again, opting to draw the artificial skin back to see if that made a difference. It seemed it did on some level. Gavin was almost greedy as he gripped the dark plastic. This was better for Nines as well. His plastic shell wasn't as sensitive without the artificial skin coating the outside. Like this, he could actually enjoy the skin-on-casing contact. Gavin's skin was warm, pulse beating steadily as blood rushed through his veins with a quiet whoosh. Nines rubbed circles on his warm skin, feeling the way he gripped back and trembled with held-back emotion. There was no one else in the taxi, but it still felt too public.
Nines made the payment and stepped out first, helping Gavin to climb out. He whimpered pathetically as he did so, his legs unsteady as he tried to ignore the stinging ache of the swelling. On top of that was the dull ache of his bruised and fractured ribs, which made it hard to straighten his back. Nines took the small bag containing Gavin's clothes and medication and led the way to his apartment. His keys were one of the few things that hadn't been lost during the incident. Once they were inside and the door had closed, Gavin leaned back against it with a shuddering breath. His vitals were all over the place as he looked up and stared at the ceiling.
"Gavin…" Nines murmured softly as he stood in front of him, gently pulling him closer. Gavin went willingly, leaning his head on Nines' large shoulder. The scrubs were scratchy and cheap. He felt dirty, even though he was clean. He frowned a little as he dropped his gaze to Nines' dark casing. It was covered in a weird crusting smear. His frown deepened further as he drew back and raised his arm. Nines tugged his arm away, eyes creased in apology. "I'm sorry. At the hospital, I only managed to clean my synthetic skin layer. I didn't have time to see to my casing."
"Wait, you mean you're…you're still…" Gavin trailed off with a sympathetic grimace, watching as Nines nodded self-consciously. Gavin swallowed the sickening lump in his throat. He remembered it clearly. The rain of blood as Nines had torn those men apart. Red stickiness dripping on his own skin as Nines knelt over him and grabbed his cheeks. The long tongue teasing and searching his mouth and throat. Tendrils teasing and tickling his tongue and gullet. He shivered, closing his eyes as he leaned his head against Nines shoulder. Those tendrils had saved his life. "Phck, why didn't you say something? You can use my shower." He drew back and waved towards the bedroom, hobbling pathetically as he stepped a little closer. Nines' brow creased sympathetically.
"Perhaps you should use it first…My casing is quite…filthy," Nines added sheepishly, unwilling to allow Gavin to see the extent of the carnage. It had seeped between his joints. He could feel it crusting and grinding. It still coated the blades in their sheaths. Blood, flesh, and particles of various organs. It was disgusting. He knew he'd stain the shower red with it, especially once he activated the Lovecraft Protocol to clean his internal plating. Gavin licked his lips hesitantly, eyes darting up to Nines' face before dropping to the floor evasively.
"Y-you know, if you're that dirty, then you might need a little…help…" Gavin watched as Nines blinked in surprise at the offer, one set at a time. He was uncertain whether Gavin was offering to be thoughtful or because he wasn't ready to be alone yet. It also hadn't escaped his notice that Gavin had yet to move away from the closed door. The open space was making him feel vulnerable. Open space meant an attack could come from anywhere. This was his home. He should feel safe here. It was troubling how unsettled he seemed.
"I would advise against it…My true form is somewhat unsettling…I don't want to scare you again." Nines remembered well the way Gavin had screamed and writhed in terror as he'd knelt over him. It seemed Gavin also remembered. He looked guilty as he bit his lip. Nines didn't blame him. He'd been designed to scare people. There was no shame in being afraid of a monster. Nines was surprised as Gavin pressed closer, daring to leave the safety of the door to press into his space. It was a touching level of trust.
"I'm not afraid of you, Nines…I just wasn't ready for it…Let me help you," Gavin murmured softly, green eyes imploring him to trust him. Nines sighed. He would likely regret this decision. He was certain the Gavin would regret his words once he returned to his true form. However, he was willing to take the chance. Gavin trusted him. It was only fair that Nines trust him in return. Nines nodded slowly, easing Gavin back to give him a firm look.
"Very well, but if it becomes too much…" Got it. If I freak out, I'll let you know. Gavin nodded his agreement, and they headed through to the bathroom. Gavin looked over his shoulder constantly as they walked through the living room and into his modest bedroom. It was small. Barely large enough for the double bed that sat by the window and the built-in wardrobe along the wall. There was a small ensuite, the shower barely big enough for two. Gavin turned on the water before looking back at Nines.
"You should wash first," Nines prompted from outside, though he did peel off the green scrubs. His arms were black, soiled in barely visible crusted red stains, while the rest of his skin was clean and pink. He noticed Gavin's eyes rove over his body, pausing at the bare valley of flesh between his legs in surprise. Nines tilted his head as Gavin looked away. He seemed to want to ask a question, however, it was inappropriate to do so. Gavin quickly stepped beneath the water and set about cleaning himself, hissing and whimpering the whole time. The elastic brace and splint had been removed, so they didn't get wet. Sharp pains shot through his body every time he twisted and bent. The worst part was the searing sting of his raw ass as the water ran over it. His lower lip trembled as he trapped it with his teeth. Nines' brow furrowed in sympathy. There was a way he could ease the discomfort, however, he was unsure Gavin would accept such treatment. He almost changed his mind as Gavin soaped his ass, openly sobbing at the pain.
It caused Nines a certain amount of discomfort as he examined Gavin's battered body. He'd always had extensive damage. Old slashes across his chest and arms. A few faded bullet holes in his thigh, hip, and shoulder, but this was different. This was damage caused by his negligence. He shouldn't have been separated from his partner. He should have insisted on watching over him. Those men had tortured Gavin to gain information about him. They had used Gavin to get to him, and Gavin hadn't given him up. Even if Gavin had betrayed him, it wouldn't have mattered. No one knew his true codes besides him and Elijah Kamski. That didn't change the fact that Gavin had put himself through extensive torture in order to keep his secret. In order to protect him. He had proven his loyalty as a partner and a friend.
There were large patches of blue and yellow scattered across his torso. The tips of boots, the outlines of fists, finger and handprints. There were scratches and teeth marks where his captors had been overzealous. They littered his neck and shoulders in thin lines and crescents. There were multiple overlapping red handprints on his rounded ass where he'd been slapped extensively. A bruise around one slightly swollen eye, a cut on his lip, a bruise on his jaw. His wrist was slightly red and swollen where it had been twisted and fractured. Even his legs were bruised from being kicked, and his knees were scraped from kneeling naked on the rough cement. This was the first time that Gavin had truly seemed fragile.
"Alright, your turn," Gavin grumbled vulnerably as he stepped out and folded his arms across his chest. He felt vulnerable beneath Nines' intense gaze. All six eyes had roved up and down his body, cataloguing his injuries. It was Nines' turn to seem vulnerable as he took a breath and stepped back. His skin disappeared first. Gavin watched in wonder as the pale flesh trickled away and disappeared like water being chased by a glowing blue wave of light. Nines was pretty hot with a normal body, but without skin, Gavin gained a new appreciation for what he was. There was something shockingly beautiful about the craftsmanship that had gone into his matte shell casing. The joints slotted together perfectly, recreating the toned shape of human muscles. His chest was a plain of chiselled muscle, perfectly sculpted. He was like a Greek statue, carved in obsidian.
"You may want to step back," Nines warned as he dropped to the floor, crouching on all fours. His true form was much larger. He didn't want to spook Gavin more than necessary. Gavin did as he was told and stepped back to the toilet, leaning against the small sink as he watched in shock. Nines' blue and black eyes blinked set by set as he began to change. There were various mechanical clicks and swishes as the sections of his arms and legs moved. His knees twisted, loosening to allow for more movement as his thighs and calves widened. Spikes dropped from his heels and his toes turned into claws. His shoulders became wider. Heavier. His arms expanded and sharp blades appeared along his forearms, as well as stabbing blades extending from the top of his wrists. Nines felt the stained tendrils rise from his back, and the bloodied blades popped from their sheaths along his spine. His jaw had unhinged, leaving his sharp teeth on display as saliva trickled down his jowls. His tongue slipped out to taste the air, the tendrils picking up the scent and taste of everything Gavin in the small room. Are you alright, Gavin?
"Y-yeah…I'm good…" Gavin insisted in a small voice as he pressed himself back against the sink warily, gripping the ceramic with white knuckles. Nines was terrifying in his true form. He must have been at least two metres tall, if not a little taller! His LED and the internal lights beneath his casing were glowing yellow, wary of scaring him. He even seemed to hunker down to seem smaller. Gavin was touched that Nines was going to so much trouble. "U-um…where should I start?" He wasn't sure if it really mattered. Nines was right about the blood. It was caked on everything.
I am capable of cleaning myself, but you may assist if you wish. Nines moved slowly as he got to his feet and stepped into the shower. Gavin padded after him and watched as Nines let the water rinse his shell. Red dripped down his black body and swirled down the drain in a pink whirlpool. It almost made Gavin feel sick again. Don't push yourself, Detective. Gavin nodded timidly as he remained close by and watched Nines wash. It was fascinating. His clawed hands were so dextrous as he lathered his hair and face. His tendrils were even more surprising. The tooth-like blades on the clubs withdrew, enabling him to use them like six extra hands. They picked up the shower gel and caressed his spine, legs, and body, carefully cleaning each blade on his back and each spike on his arm. Gavin gasped as Nines turned to face him. He'd never noticed it before, but his neck was fucking open! It wasn't open as if you could touch it. It was like there was a window. The armour was transparent. He watched entranced, leaning a little closer through the doorway. He could see teeth lining the inside of his neck, and his tongue resting snugly inside.
"Phck, do those come out?" he asked curiously, watching the teeth jiggle and come together as Nines let out the smallest of chuckles and swallowed. It was fucking creepy to watch. Gavin raised his curious eyes to find Nines' two bottom eyes watching him as the others directed his tentacles. His hair and chest were both pink and foamy, the water slowly rinsing him clean before he lathered up a second time. He could finally feel the blood dissolving from his internal sheaths and joints. He no longer felt grimy and sticky.
No. The internal throat compartment is purely aesthetic. It was designed as an extra intimidation tool…I can mask it if it makes you uncomfortable. Gavin watched as the casing on Nines' neck darkened to black, hiding the grotesque internal workings from view. It was fucking weird, like one of those picture mugs he used to have as a kid, where pouring hot water in would change the black section into a picture. It would certainly work for intimidation, that's for sure. Gavin felt a little bad as he looked up to find Nines watching him.
"What makes you more comfortable?" Gavin had never thought about it before. He hadn't even realised until the night before that Nines had any other form. He'd known about the unhinging jaw, but he'd never dreamed about the rest. Nines seemed surprised at the question. No one had ever asked him before. He'd never actually revealed such things to anyone else. Last night had been the first time he'd ever enacted the Lovecraft Protocol outside the lab. There was something liberating about his true form, like he could truly stretch out and simply be. However, he didn't dislike his regular human form. It was convenient, and it didn't scare people as much.
I am satisfied either way…My human form puts people at ease, allowing me to live in relative peace. This form has its own charm, of course, but it is hardly…convenient. For my neck, it makes little difference to me whether it's open or closed besides the reaction of those around me. Nines watched as Gavin nodded thoughtfully. They fell silent as Nines finished washing and stepped out. Gavin found him some towels and watched as his tendrils slowly patted his casing and stroked along his blades. A soft whirring was seeping out of his chest. It was sort of like a quiet purr of contentment. Can't blame him. It must feel pretty phcking good to be clean! Gavin couldn't even imagine how it had felt, sitting there for hours with a sticky layer of blood drying and crusting beneath the fleshy surface. He could have left and cleaned up, but he'd waited. He hadn't left his side, besides when he was actually being seen by the doctors and having scans and x-rays.
"Thanks for…you know…" Gavin grumbled as he wrapped a towel around his waist, wincing and hobbling as he led the way into his bedroom. Nines opted to return to his human form, his limbs clicking and twisting into place as his tendrils and blades retracted. He followed Gavin silently, watching sympathetically as he crossed to his drawers to find something to wear. Something loose. Nines had his brace and corset ready to redress, however he couldn't help thinking aloud before Gavin dressed.
"You are in a sizeable amount of pain…" Gavin scoffed at the observation, lips quirking into a wry smirk as he folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. He tossed his pants and pyjama bottoms on the bed as he returned to find something for Nines to wear. Not that he actually had anything that would really fit his larger size.
"No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away?" he teased as he fumbled through his drawers and found an old pair of sweats. The elastic was sort of going, so they'd probably be a little more comfortable on Nines' wider hips. He also had a few old T-shirts that were stretching and faded with age. Tugging out a grey one and turned to hand them to Nines, he was surprised to find him standing right behind him. He jumped out of his skin, heart slamming into overdrive at the shock.
"I have a suggestion that may ease your discomfort significantly, however, the method is…unusual." Gavin's eyes thinned with suspicion. He was in a lot of fucking pain. His ass had been ploughed by six massive dicks multiple times, with little to no prep. He was fucking lucky they'd intended to keep him around for a while, so they'd been at least a little careful, but taking that many in that little time had left him swollen and sore. He couldn't walk straight, and he didn't think he'd be able to sit for a month. Anything that eased the pain would be good at this point if it would just let him fucking rest! Gavin hummed to show he was listening. "As you know, I was programmed with many…unusual features. One of those is that my saliva can act as both a disinfectant and numbing agent."
"Hold up! Are you seriously suggesting I keep your spit in a jar and…" Gavin trailed off, making a motion with his hand on his ass. He seemed flustered and disbelieving at the offer. Nines tilted his head. That would be an odd thing to do, and quite inefficient. His saliva would also lose effectiveness after being stored in that manner.
"Actually, a direct application would be far more effective to ensure the coating is adequate and properly applied," Nines replied in a matter-of-fact tone that had Gavin's green eyes shooting wide. He did not just phcking offer to do that!
"Nines! You can't just…you can't just offer to phcking rim a guy like that!" Gavin sounded irate, absolutely scandalised. Nines tilted his head curiously. He had only been active for a short time, and he hadn't actually looked up many outlandish things. This was a term he was unfamiliar with.
"What do you mean by rim a guy?" he asked curiously, watching Gavin slap his forehead and pinch his eyes shut as he shook his head. He was not going to have this conversation right now. He was not having this talk with a six-eyed, seven-foot android with a two foot long monster tongue.
"It's when…You know what, you have the internet in your brain, look it up!" He watched as Nines' LED span yellow, silvery eyes staring lazily into nothing. It was weird to watch his pupils dilating as he finally blinked and looked down at him. Gavin swallowed at the expression, having the sudden urge to step back into the drawers behind. There was an odd whirring in Nines' chest as he processed whatever he'd seen.
"Although the situation is far more intimate, that is the most effective method of application…If it makes you uncomfortable, then I understand, however, it is my intention to ease your suffering." Nines watched with an almost hungry air as Gavin crowded back against the dresser, vulnerably gripping his towel. Nines approached, lifting his chin gently to face him. He was timid when it came to being touched, however, he didn't seem to mind Nines' plastic casing on his skin. It didn't remind him of those hands. The grabbing. Punching. Holding. Gripping. Gavin shivered. "I would never force you, Gavin. It is an offer, nothing more."
"…And y-you'll stop if I-" He couldn't finish the sentence, eyes dropping to his feet. Nines nudged his chin up again, all six eyes holding his gaze in a firm and steady stare.
"I would never do anything you didn't want me to. If you tell me to stop, I shall do so immediately." There was no doubt in Nines' voice. No hint of a lie. Nines had saved him. Nines had stayed with him. He could trust Nines. I can trust him, sure, but I do I really want him to…It was embarrassing enough just thinking about it. They were partners, maybe even friends, but this was heading into weird territory. "You don't have to accept my offer if it makes you uncomfortable, however it would ease your discomfort significantly." How could he resist that? He couldn't even take a single step without a raw, burning sting.
"Phck, alright…U-um…How should I…" Gavin was strangely coy, still pressed back against the dresser gripping his towel. Nines stepped back a little and motioned to the bed. That would be the most comfortable and practical place. Gavin winced as he made his way over, green eyes flickering between Nines and the bed as he hesitated by the end. "Does it matter how I…" He left the question unfinished as he waved towards the bed.
"However you feel most comfortable while giving me ample access…On your knees may be easiest, however I am adaptable if you would prefer to lie down." Nines kept his tone gentle in the hopes of putting Gavin at ease. "If you would feel more comfortable, you may put on your T-shirt and keep the towel," he added as he noticed Gavin hesitate. He shook his head. A T-shirt would annoy him while he was bending over, and the towel would get in the way. It's just a rim job…no big deal…That didn't make him feel any better, especially when he remembered the tickling, suckling of the small tendrils and the soft slide against his throat.
The tension in his body was obvious as he shucked his towel and laid it on the duvet, just in case. He didn't want to dirty his bed with an accident. He groaned and hissed as he raised his knee and crawled onto the end of the bed, facing away from Nines and propping himself up on his hands with his ass out. Nines felt movement in his own crotch area as his component stirred within its internal sheath. He felt it solidify and slide out in anticipation of being used, but sent out a notification to silence it. It wasn't appropriate. Gavin was his partner, and he was only doing this to ease his discomfort. Supple and pleasing as his perfectly rounded ass was, this was not an invitation for him to enjoy it. He felt Gavin twitch anxiously as he rested one of his plastic hands on his lower back in warning.
"Are you prepared?" Gavin remained silent, but gave an almost timid nod. "Very well. Lower your chest…It will be more comfortable." Gavin lowered himself obediently, folding his arms and resting his head as he arched his spine. He obeyed Nines' hands as he pressed his shoulders to guide him down and gently eased his thighs further apart. He whimpered and flinched as Nines' hands came to rest on his sore red skin, thumbs just teasing his inner cheeks. "I shall begin. Try not to squirm too much." Gavin tensed, heart kicking into overdrive as he felt Nines' cool hands prying his cheeks apart. He whimpered pathetically as the swollen ring was bared to his analytical gaze. Nine's eyes creased in sympathy. It looked reddened and sore, slightly puffy with overuse.
Nines closed his eyes as he unhinged his jaw, holding the plush cheeks firmly as his tongue slithered out. Gavin was trembling fearfully, breaths panting as he gripped his arms. Nines gently soothed the reddened skin in his hands, trying to remind him he was safe. Within his programmable options, Nines ensured the saliva he produced from his tendrils would disinfect and numb the area like a sedative. It wouldn't affect the deeper muscles that contracted to keep his ass closed, but it would soothe and ease the swelling and surface damage. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the swollen ring, licking and lathering the outside with gentle, swirling prods. He held firm as Gavin hissed and flinched away with a whimper.
It's alright, Gavin…I'm here…Hold still…He continued to circle. Three of his tendrils set to work on the reddened skin around the rim, kissing and sucking the swollen edges. Nines eased the grip of his fingers as he felt Gavin relax a little. His whimpers slowly quieted, his pants slowing and becoming slightly deeper. The muscles of his thighs slowly relaxed as the pain lessened and something more pleasurable set in. Nines continued his slow work, licking and swirling his tongue lazily. He hadn't understood it while watching those videos, but now that he was in this position, he could understand the appeal. Gavin's soft skin felt pleasant on his tongue, the twitching hole gradually loosening to invite him inside. Another nice thing was Gavin's physical reaction. The whimpers had slowly halted to be replaced by small, muffled mewling sounds that he tried to hide in the duvet as he bit the cotton sheets. His thighs trembled as the tendrils continued to kiss and suckle the loosening rim, applying a layer of numbing salve to the tiny tears.
"N-Nines!" Gavin moaned vulnerably as he felt that tip press deeper. The pain was somehow evened out by the pleasure of being filled again. He felt mortified that he could feel that way after what had happened. Surely he should never want to be filled by anything ever again, yet there he was. Kneeling on his bed with his thighs spread and his ass open, and his partner's tongue licking and teasing his abused passage. He could feel his cock twitching and filling out. There was a weird swirling sensation in his passage as Nines' tendrils slipped inside, dozens of tiny suckers kissing, licking, and suckling the walls of his warm passage. His mouth opened as he panted helplessly into the duvet. It was almost humiliating to see how hard he was as he looked between his legs.
It's alright, Gavin…I understand your body's physical reactions…You don't need to feel ashamed…Nines' tone was gentle and reassuring as his fingers soothed his sore cheeks. Gavin felt his eyes welling up. It was almost more humiliating that Nines was giving him permission. The pain was slowly lessening with each little suckle. Gavin's eyes widened as he felt Nines' tongue making gentle thrusting motions. I thought he was just going to lick! Is he trying to make me…Gavin's thoughts trailed off with a low moan as Nines' tongue flicked in his passage, thrusting back and forth in soothing motions. He couldn't help fisting his hands in the duvet as the tendrils worked deeper. Nines encouraged him with gentle hands as his hips started rocking.
His mind was lost in a hazy place as he gasped for breath. It felt so fucking good. His skin heated as he realised he could feel Nines saliva dripping down his thighs, making him whimper for a whole new reason. As he looked between his legs, he could see the bottom of Nines' jaw hanging down, and the solid plastic of his casing. His eyes widened as he realised there was something else he could see. Something that hadn't been there before. He moaned out loud as he stared at the solid cock. No wonder his saliva was a fucking numbing agent. His cock was long, thick, and heavy, and notably not human. It looked like one of those freaking fantasy cocks that you could only buy in the really freaky stores. There were solid ridges along the underside with rounded bumps on either side and sharper looking ridges on the top. It was like nothing he'd ever taken before, that's for sure. He wasn't sure if the ridges hooked in and held on, like some sort of cat penis, or whether it was just added texture. That could fucking hurt, depending on the answer. There was also some sort of slight bulge partway down. Is that a phcking knot? What the phck? He moaned again as Nines' tongue twisted.
"Nines! Phck, I can't-" A fresh wave of moans interrupted him as those fucking tendrils discovered his prostate. The little fuckers were pressing and nudging right on the fleshy wall against the sensitive bud. His thighs quivered as he buried his face in the duvet and bit down on a mouthful of fabric. It almost felt like Nines hummed as he pressed and searched around. Surely this was going a little beyond fucking numbing now!
Detective, when was the last time your prostate was milked? The gland is overly full. Nines sounded troubled as he asked. Gavin couldn't form words as the bud was pressed and teased, making his cock twitch. Fuck, he shouldn't be enjoying this. He shouldn't be getting off on this. Not after last night. Not when Nines' offer had started off so fucking innocent. He'd kept his word, too. The pain was fucking gone. He couldn't believe how much pain he'd been in before, and now there was nothing but pulsing pleasure throbbing in his passage. Allow me to assist. Gavin moaned loudly, though it certainly didn't come out as the objection he'd intended. Phck! Nines, you phcking-
Gavin gasped and whined as he looked down to see some of those tiny creeping tendrils slipping down to grip and tease his balls and cock. What the phck are you doing? Gavin couldn't help rocking his hips to the motion. The tongue in his passage worked with his thrusting hips, rubbing against his prostate with each squirm and buck. Gavin pushed himself up to his knees, cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink as he looked over his shoulder. Nines' luminous eyes were gazing up at him. One of his plastic hands crept round to caress his thigh almost intimately. Gavin bunched a hand in Nines' hair, unsure whether he wanted to pull him closer or push him away at this point. The tiny tendrils in his passage were pressing and teasing against his prostate faster now, squeezing and massaging. Gavin gasped and arched his spine as the tendrils around his cock squeezed, working the loose skin back and forth in a pumping action.
"N-Nines! Ph-phck!" Gavin moaned loudly, collapsing forward on his hands as he came with a liquid flood. He quivered and whimpered vulnerably as he looked down at the pearly white substance spurting from his cock. Those tendrils were still massaging, milking him for all they were worth. It was like a continuous surge of pleasure coiling through his insides. "N-Ni-phu-hn-" He couldn't string a single fucking word together. His arms trembled as he tried to hold himself up above the mess that was still dripping from his tip. He whimpered pathetically as he felt Nines' tongue finally slither out, and the tendrils slowly withdrew. Panting heavily, head feeling fuzzy, he stared down at the puddle.
Gavin wasn't sure what the fuck had just happened, but he knew it was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced. His body felt so sated and fucked out, and he hadn't even been fucked. He blinked as he looked down to see those little pink tendrils creeping between his thighs. He gasped and moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as some of those tendrils slipped up to lick and kiss his flagging cock clean. The rest of the tendrils had set to work on the small puddle of liquid. Gavin grimaced a little as he watched. Is he…is he phcking drinking my come? He was pretty sure it was come. He cringed in embarrassment as he thought of what else it might be.
Nines' long tongue soon joined, the tip teasing along Gavin's stained thighs and caressing his sensitive testicles before stroking the underside of his tired cock. Gavin whined pathetically, thighs trembling as he watched the slithering snake slip down to join the suckling tendrils. He closed his eyes as he felt a cool hand stroking his thigh in gentle circles, still dazed as he watched Nines' tongue finally withdraw, leaving behind a damp patch on the worn material. He whined in protest as Nines eased him up with gentle hands and removed him and the soiled towel from the bed. Gavin couldn't even look at him as he was placed gently on his feet. His legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand. He whimpered as a cool, plastic hand caressed his cheek, eyes closing as he leaned into the touch.
"You'll be pleased to know you are in excellent health, Detective. Your sperm count is-"
"Don't…make it weird…" Gavin objected as he slapped a hand over Nines' mouth, absolutely mortified at what he'd almost said. His LED was still spinning yellow as he analysed, and he could feel his lips quirk into a small smile against his hands. Phck! He just lapped my phcking come from the sheets! How the phck did we get from numbing the pain to this? He was beyond embarrassed, especially as Nines reached up and gently took his hand. He looked so soft and earnest as he gazed down with six lazy, contented eyes.
"You did very well, Detective…Please remember that your sexual health is important. Such procedures should not be neglected," Nines praised and somehow chided at the same time. Gavin couldn't even form words. He had no idea what he was supposed to do or say. He still didn't even know what the fuck had just happened. His partner had tongue fucked him! He'd let his partner tongue fuck him! He'd tongue fucked him and praised him for coming like a good boy! It was fucking humiliating. His eyes widened as Nines tilted his chin up, all six eyes scrutinising him. "Please don't worry, Detective…I understand your needs." Gavin couldn't help it. He sobbed, unsure whether it was in shame or relief. He clung to Nines' hard body, relishing the comfort that offered. The safety. The security. No one ever took care of him like this.
Nines was patient and gentle as he led him back to the bathroom to clean up, watching over him as he brushed his teeth and cleaned up a little. Nines helped him back into his corset and splint, then he even helped him dress. His ass may not have been stinging and burning like a bitch anymore, but his ribs and wrist were still tender and sore. When he was dressed for bed, Nines helped him beneath the covers and tucked him in, leaving the bedroom door open as he went to dispose of the dirty towels. He also brought a bottle of water and his pain medication from the hospital. After he finished the water, Gavin settled down beneath the covers. It wasn't even a question whether Nines was staying. He'd already perched himself on the edge of the bed to watch over him like a sentinel.