(Did you order a refill on your extremely mature Italian lemonade?)

Watching Gavin Reed have a severe emotional reaction to food was entertaining, to say the least. It was a lot of moaning, and once or twice you'd caught him dancing a little. Intending to do the dishes, you were promptly stopped by his voice. "Ah, ah. No. Let me do the rest, dolcezza. Why not take Biscuit into the backyard and let him run around? There's tennis balls fuckin' everywhere."

You'd be hard-pressed to refuse that offer. With two pats on your thigh Biscuit immediately stood and followed you, tail stump wagging. Helping the canine let out some energy before bed was beneficial in multiple ways, plus he got his morning walkies and plenty of playtime whenever possible. While he kept it to himself, Reed was considering having Biscuit trained as a K-9 unit.

He'll definitely scare the fuck outta humans.

The osso buco was happily devoured, your partner still dancing a little as he finished cleaning up the dishes. Meandering to the back door, he stood on the porch, hands in his pockets and already sort of wanting to go back indoors; it was hot and muggy, even with the sun having gone down.

Biscuit was just ecstatic playing fetch, though it was clear that he'd have liked to run much further. And letting go of the ball was a tough decision; you giggled and had to fight for it every time he refused.

...... I have a family.

The realization sank swiftly, the tears coming with similar speed. Gavin had to turn away, lower lip unsteady as a hand covered his eyes in the hopes you were too distracted to see him in this state.

No such luck: a soft hand encircled his wrist, bringing his hand away from his eyes so the tears could be tended to. His other hand was nudged by a wet nose, licked a couple of times before the giant puppy sat down patiently. "What can we do?" came your voice, soft and melodic to your human's ears.

"N-no, it's not.... it's not bad, I swear... I just... w-watching you with the boy... I...." Jaw shaking, Gavin inhaled deeply. "... I got what I wanted after so fuckin' long."

Temple flashing yellow once, you stepped closer, arms going around his waist. "Family?"

"Y-yeah. Family."

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Both himself and Biscuit were more than eager to get indoors- and therefore into the wonderful air conditioned house. Making a big show of yawning and stretching, the giant dog stepped over to the sofa, hopping up and circling a few times before lying down. He was worn out good and proper and had made himself at home from day one.

Almost like he knew that you would take him home as soon as you saw him.

Peeling his shirt off, Reed sighed despite the much-cooler house. "Can't wait for winter."

You took the t-shirt without being asked, tossing it into the plastic hamper. "Not your birthday? Autumn is coming sooner than snow. It gets cool fairly quickly, based on what I've learned of the city."

With a shrug, your partner rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess, but... I never really had a reason to do the whole birthday thing. I'm not a kid anymore, cara mia. I'm just getting old."

Head tipping to the side a few degrees, his heart thumped hard, even now. "You have been spending time showing me what you find magical in the mundane world... yet you do not celebrate the day that your world came together to create you."

Well, there went his fucking blush. "... Cause up until recently, I've been tolerated at best."

The glimmer in your eyes was worrying, shining bright as you came within a cool two inches from his face. "You understand that now we have a duty to make it up to you, yes? You have friends and family that love and care for you, Gavin. We will help you celebrate the day we were given you."

His mouth was a hard, thin line, and you knew he was struggling not to start sobbing. "Dolcezza, you d--"

"Yes I do, dolcezzo. I am family, am I not?"

"Girlfriend." A beat of silence passed while you openly stared. "I know you call me a partner, but.... let me call you my girlfriend. Please."

Perhaps it had been a mutual agreement already, but having your human- no, boyfriend- put it into words had it set in stone. The warmth went unnoticed until his hand took your cheek. "...... I will still have to consider you my partner while we are working," you finally spoke up, matter-of-factly.

Chuckling, Reed shook his head. "Okay, okay, that's obvious. But outside of that. You okay with it?" Both hands took your cheeks now. "Do I have a bombshell prototype girlfriend now?"

"So long as I have the handsome Italian detective to myself, sir." He went a fabulous red shade but rolled his eyes. "Do you not enjoy sir? Shall I find an alternative?"

"I don't mind being sir, cara mia. I rolled my eyes cause you seem to think I've got my sights on anyone else. You want me to yourself," he went on, voice dropping to the growl that weakened your resolve, "you only need to ask." Poking the tip of your nose, his features softened to a more genuine smile- something that was much easier to come by. "Come on. I feel gross after being outside; come shower with me."

It didn't matter how often Reed had you in an intimate manner; he always froze to watch you undress. Maybe perverted, but hadn't he earned the right to look? But your black blouse was thrown in his face, revealing the deadpan glare as it fell onto the bathroom floor. Your laughter was high and sweet, echoing his mind for a few beautiful moments.

"You drive me crazy," the male mumbled to himself, stripping before starting the shower. A devious grin spread with his head turned from you, however. "Guess I should warn you about the way I shower, cara mia. When it's warm out, I take cold ones. Good for the body but it also sucks at first."

"I understand that it helps your outlook for the day. A positivity boost, so to speak; cold water is unpleasant but stepping out is blissful." Even though you could feel the cold water as well as he could as you were guided under the running shower, it didn't bother you nearly as much.

You'd stood aside while the male hurriedly washed his hair. Though he paused, seeing you just watching, and reached behind him to increase the temperature to a more comfortable degree.

[... there is darkness in his eyes and I do not know if I can look away...]

The darkened eyes were locked onto your figure for a long minute before a hand lifted for you to take. "Come to me, dolcezza," Gavin purred. As soon as his hand was taken he pulled you close, arm wrapping around you as he dipped you back. Mouth molded to your serial number, your so-called tattoo, the human kept you against him.

The physical affections were something you often craved but your boyfriend still seemed to know how to surprise you. All focus was honed in on his tongue, trailing from your serial digits and tracing lines on your skin that only he seemed to see.

[I... I wish I were able to bruise...]

Teeth nibbled your ear, tugging at the lobe as Gavin laughed to himself. "Distracted, cara mia? Talk to me."

Whatever algorithm you were given that gave you solutions of a teasing nature seemed to demand the behavior. "No," you replied, not seeing his eyebrow raise. "It's a secret, I'm afraid."

"Secret, huh?" Taking your hips, hazel eyes soaked in the sight of his perfect mechanical lover. "Didn't know you could keep secrets. How many do you have in your files, then, hmm?"

"That defeats the purpose of a secret," you cooed. Hands ran down his chest, lifting a bit as they traveled further, until the tips lingered around his waist. "I am always full of secrets, Gavin."

"Oh, full of them, are we?" You were backed against the tiled wall before you noticed you were moving. Reed blocked you in, forearms against the tiles on either side of your head, brushing lips against your own as he went on. "Since my girlfriend is full of secrets, wrap your thighs around my ears so I can hear every single one."

[!!!!]

Effectively stunned into silence, the only thing your mind seemed to focus on was any and every time his tongue explored you somehow. Exhaling shakily, you felt a now-familiar ache beginning to twist in your core; the rich laughter from his throat did not help the matter.

"Hmm? I'm not hearing any protests." Fully pressed against you, Reed smirked that much wider as the violet flush darkened further. "How about another order, cara mia?" One lone kiss was given, lingering before he pulled back enough to speak. "Stay standing," came your order, whispered before the male sank to his knees.

[I do not know how long I am able to last... We enjoy the intimacy but it's as if my body has conflicting solutions.

... perhaps it's the loving touch I desire, after such terrible behavior.]

Taking your thigh, Gavin lifted and settled it on his shoulder, hazel eyes boring into your code with an intensity that you weren't expecting. It had put you on edge so completely that his hands slowly prying your flesh apart rewarded him with a broken mewl. Fingertips dipped into your mess, already thoroughly aroused; with a smirk he lifted his hand. "Cara mia, you should have told me." You were spread again so he could taste, cleaning you up before tracing lazy circles around your little nerve bundle.

It throbbed damn near every half a second, but no effort was made to go faster. Your only order was to stay standing, so one hand buried itself into his soaked hair, tugging firmly at the fistful you took. Your human refused to look away, wanting to see your every tiny reaction. Yet his eyebrows raised, silently telling you You know what I want...

And you did. "Gavin....~" you whimpered, twitching violently as a digit slid in deep. Crying his name again earned a second digit, and the third outcry made him thrust his hand.

A kiss was pressed to your swollen clit, a few moments stolen to enjoy the sight of his proper android wrapped around his finger... quite literally. Your walls clenched tight, your arousal running down his hand and forearm. The hand not working you had dropped low, stroking his growing erection and filling the shower with his growling sounds. "You're doing so damn good," he praised; that seemed to hit you just right when your hips thrust on their own. "--Oh? The RG900 has a praise kink, is that it?"

It certainly made sense.

Gavin smirked. "Well, I can't talk and eat dessert at the same time, so we'll test that in..." He rubbed your clit with his tongue until you cried out. "... minute and a half."

You didn't question the short time frame. You couldn't form any sort of question. The more his hand thrust, fingers curling in, the harder it was to stay upright. Over the sound of running water, the slicked noises from his fingers filled your thought process. Head tilting, Reed's tongue flicked across the aching bundle rapidly, still openly staring at you while you succumbed to his touch.

Tension had built swiftly, coiling up into a knot that throbbed beautifully. Every pass of his tongue was rapid, sending jolting sensations as your tiny clit was played with. When your soft noises sharpened, gasping in desperation as everything came to a head, both hands pulled your boyfriend's head closer.

Over time you'd learned what he enjoyed, as well; this included a vocal partner. So the melody that came from your malfunctioning voice module gave him massive chills: "G-Gavin, I-- o-oh.... oh, oh fuck... oh, f-fuck, don't stop... Gavin, please don't stop...!!"

Snatching your hips Reed held you against his mouth, sucking viciously at the little bud even as you pressed against him further. Your begging gave way to sobbing, at the mercy of his tongue while the tension snapped and released violently. Rewarded with his growls, the vibrations sank around your clit, clawing at the male's scalp as your orgasm struck.

Still watching, Gavin moved a hand, shoving two fingers deep inside again to give you extra stimulation... as well as something to ride. He ate his dessert ravenously, helping you come and more than willing to drink you up with an open mouth so you had no choice but to listen to the human's greedy behavior.

He would have gone on feasting if the pleasure did not soon give way to pain from overstimulation; whoever decided that that was necessary in androids did not deserve to be designing them.

Gently pushed away, your boyfriend watched you pant, trying to cool your hardware manually. But you were satisfied, so he was happy. After a few minutes to settle, only then did he slide his fingers out, pressing a kiss to your clit and making you twitch. "Still on your feet, good girl," he praised. Standing up, he did glance down pointedly. "However... you learned real fucking fast how to be vocal. Begging me not to stop."

"I... learned what you enjoy, Gavin." Every word was cautiously spoken, still settling and trying to let the cooling fans do their job inside.

"And what, exactly, is it that I enjoy, dolcezza?" Those damn growls again.

[... I cannot be aroused again already?]

"You enjoy hearing that you are doing things correctly. That your partner is satisfied with you." His face was held with both hands, your regulator beating erratically. "That they are giving you a chance intimately." Again the algorithm for teasing shone through as you leaned up, kissing his tattoo before murmuring into his ear directly. "On my knees, Gavin...?"

"Not sure where you learned to fuckin' tease, but if you're gonna do it, you're fighting a losing battle, cara mia..." Pressing you back against the tiles again, Reed took your lower lip between his teeth, tugging mindfully. "You're trying to tease a man who thrives on filthy talk."

"I am also teasing a man who insists on stalling by yammering on incessantly, instead of putting his equipment to good use."

God damn.

He paused before leaning in, hazel eyes narrowed. "... go rough? I'm good?"

"I am setting a timer for three minutes. Shut the hell up and violate me how you wish to."

How could he refuse? Despite the first climax your human lifted you, legs around his waist as he slid himself deep inside. A strangled sort of groan emanated from his throat; you were still so goddamn warm, and he'd buried his length so easily.

Yet all of a sudden he had a timer, and Gavin played along with your threat: his hands clutched you tightly, using the tiles to his benefit to fuck you as rough as he liked. Your whimpers were immediate, feeling every tender spot rubbed and attacked simultaneously as he thrust.

The clawing down his back certainly encouraged him, but you knew better ways to get the male off. "T-two... minutes left, Gavin..." you cooed, head turned to whimper into his ear. Your LED flashed yellow in a bit of shame, but you killed that task to do what you'd practiced: filthy talk. "H-harder... p-please, Gavin, I need to climax, go harder...!"

How the hell were you able to adapt to this kind of thing?! Reed adjusted his grip and his aim both, slamming against a sensitive place deep inside until you cried out. Now that he'd found it, the spot was abused, deep and guttural words snarled into your ear: "That's it... Say my name, cara mia." All you managed was a mewl; while delightful, it wasn't what you were told to say. "Say my fucking name!"

"G-GAVIN...!!~" Every thrust rubbed you the perfect way; knowing his timer was running out, the human still had strength to go harder. You meant to give a 45-second warning, but your walls were pulsing too deeply to ignore. Squeezing every inch of his cock, your eyes had rolled back into your head as the tension coiled tight, ready to snap.

"That's my girl, keep telling me what I want to hear," Gavin chuckled, the sound adding an extra layer of pleasure with the rough bass tones. "I'm.... f-fucking close, and... so are you..." Lips at your ear, your gorgeous boyfriend purred and growled his encouragement right into your core, praising your sounds.

"G-Gavin, please... I'm s-so.... close...!"

The next growl was real, his upper lip curled back. "Fuck the timer," Reed hissed, pulling you away from the wall and lying you on the shower floor. His length stayed buried inside you, and his position blocked the water from raining onto your face. But without having to hold you up, your human's thrusts were rougher, snarling as he pounded into you in his false anger.

Your legs did not wrap his waist this time. You weren't able to: his hands held the backs of your knees, keeping them up and spread apart. The tension you were certain would snap just kept tightening, and you'd begun panting in your excitement.

Abruptly taking your hand, you were made to hold your own legs up. Now he could lean on his hands; how he found strength to thrust harder still, you didn't know. "Sh-shit, you feel so f-fucking good..." came your boyfriend's mutter. "I c.... can't hold b-back..."

One hand released your own leg, reaching to pull his head down close to your lips. "I want to walk bowlegged... Gavin, make it hurt... --Oh, sh-shit, oh God, oh God, Gavin, I-- Fuck...! GAVIN, HARDER...!"

He damn near stopped dead but caught himself before he did something stupid. Teeth sank into your neck as a hand found your aching clit, stroking and massaging in deliciously rough motions. Your systems warned about a shutdown, every wire in your body making you convulse around the male. Reed's thrusts slowed just a touch as he roared behind clenched teeth, climaxing and using your pulsing walls to milk him hard. Head thrown back, your metal spine had curled deep, his name still on your lips as the orgasm silenced you with every shockwave.

Only after both of you had mostly stopped moving did Gavin press a kiss to the place he'd bitten. He'd left a mark, sure, but it would heal within minutes. A chuckle escaped his throat, leaning up to gaze at you in your aftermath. "So how much over that timer did I go?"

Blinking slowly, you had to rouse your basic functions to life again. "... including the three minute time limit, that took you five minutes and thirty-eight seconds."

Nodding, he gazed at you before his face split into a grin. "One of these days I'll make love to you properly, dolcezza."