(Who ordered the extremely mature Italian lemonade?)

The entire drive back, Gavin had a firm grip on your thigh. Aside from that one detail he was surprisingly calm... on the outside.

I swear to fucking God I can feel her mechanical parts vibrating. That's not supposed to turn me on, right?!

RIGHT?!?

Your cheeks seemed to have a purple tint dusted across them permanently. 96% of your focus was on his hand; not too high up or too far in, but just enough to hold your attention the whole way.

As the car pulled into his driveway, finally parking and shutting off, Reed glanced at you, having had to remove his hand to park the car. "...... Cara mia? You, uh... want me to carry you?"

It was a complete accident: your answer was not intended to arouse. Your head was resting against the seat, eyes closed, but you turned enough to gaze at the human watching you. "Please, Gavin...." came your soft reply, voice faint and weak. Only when he bolted out of the driver's seat did you realize that he was just as desperate as you were.

To his credit, Reed scooped you up as though you were weightless, getting you inside the house in mere moments... but carried you mindfully into the living room. "Told you, I'm gonna do this right. You haven't dealt with this kinda thing, so... I wanna make sure I don't scare you off from it." His smile fell flat. "Cause I am constantly horny, dolcezza."

The honesty was still endearing. Lacing your hands together, arms around his neck, you gazed at your partner: this human male who could tear you down or build you up with just a few words. Who wanted so, so badly to get the forgiveness of a bundle of machine parts and computer algorithms, all wrapped up in a pretty package. "Handle me how you want to, please. I believe you."

....... except I've never actually "made love" before, so this should be interesting.

As you were set down onto the floor, you turned and took your partner's face into your hands. "Is there anything you need first? Have you eaten?"

Covering your hands with his larger ones, Gavin chuckled to himself. "Now who's stalling?" Watching the violet flush rise in your face, the male stole a kiss before you could snap out of your moment of embarrassment. But one kiss turned to two, then four... and then Reed couldn't stop.

Asking was unnecessary, again: you whimpered against his lips, parting your own before he could think to request permission. As soon as the human realized how eager you'd become, he kept your head still, growling at the slick feel of your tongue against his.

"Fuck...." he hissed softly, pulling away just enough to speak. "..... you trust me, right?" Still lingering on the last kiss, you merely nodded. ".... tell me, cara mia. Give me your word. Verbal consent. Please."

Delicate hands took hold of his open collar, grip like iron as your bottom lip pulled in, bitten in an enticing manner you were unaware of. "I trust you, Gavin. Show me everything."

Like earlier, the male captured your lips and slowly eased you backwards. Instead of a brick wall, of course, you just kept going. Your partner guided you down the length of the hallway, opening the master bedroom door before walking you further.

Should I be doing this? Wait, is she even built for this?!

The door swung shut behind him, walking you until the back of your legs hit the bed. With your nod, your human sat you down before pulling away, a note of disappointment caught on your lips. "I know, cara mia. But... You're built for this kinda thing, right...?"

"If you're asking if I'm physically capable of intercourse, yes. Three ways."

"Three w-- !!!!" His heart sped up like crazy. "J-jeez, you gotta be blunt like that?!"

"Did you have to count?"

Gavin's features flattened out, giving you a deadpan stare. "Did you have to call me out like that?"

Leaning back on your hands, you offered a coy little smirk in response. "You know I'm built to assist you. I was fully prepared to, as you demanded, suck you off from the beginning."

Eyebrows meeting in the middle, your date paused, letting your words sink in. "... so if I had asked for something else...?"

"Yes, Gavin."

Holy shit.

"Y-yeah, well...." Running a hand through his hair, the male shook his head. "Asshole or not, I don't... I wouldn't be able to make you do that shit. I'm not cruel like that...... I think."

There went your head tilt. "Yet you wanted me--"

"I didn't know you understood!"

"Quit stalling!"

With an abrupt jerk back of his head, your partner eyed you, his shock fading to a much darker emotion. "...... on your feet." As expected, your compliance was instant. As the human closed the space between you, the jet-black dress shirt was unbuttoned at his leisure, hazel eyes unwavering from your form- and therefore keeping you in place. "So. You're deviant." Gavin chuckled under his breath when you nodded. "But what if I give you an order? Will you comply?"

"Yes, sir," your answer was immediate again. The now-familiar fire in your code began to rise the longer you were stared at. Admired, one might say... if he didn't seem so ravenous.

"Yes, what? Come again?"

"Yes, Gavin."

"Good girl." His kiss was pressed between your eyes, taking your hips and rubbing them a bit. "Then my order is for you to stop me if you're uncomfortable." The dark expression had softened again, replaced with something deeper.

For a man who claimed that he was constantly aroused, Gavin had patience when it counted. Or maybe he was actually enjoying the slow pace of uncovering you. No words were spoken but you did not remain silent; the brush of his hand on bare skin that had never been touched brought out hushed gasps, and maybe a little whine or two. Your LED remained blue, blinking slowly as your system processed his touch.

Androids were not built to feel self-conscious of their physical appearance; deviation and their surroundings might have changed that. Reed had never given you reason to feel shame about your body, yet you found his stare intriguing. ".... fuck," was all he muttered, gaze tracing the curves your android uniform hid. Hell, even the borrowed dress didn't do you justice. He, on the other hand, had already expressed his displeasure with himself.

When he predictably hesitated you came close, kissing the base of his throat while his belt was removed yourself. "Before you speak," came your murmur, leaning up to reach his ear, "I find you perfect." The nanosecond his mouth opened you clapped a hand over it. "Perfect," you repeated. "You are unique. You do not have the sameness as we do. I told you, this is all you know, so you envy others. That goes for us, as well." The hand over his mouth slid away, trailing fingertips down his chest and memorizing his definition.

The breath taken was unsteady, the feathery caress sending waves of chills down his back. "F-f-fuck...." Reed groaned to himself. Delicate hands tending to the remainder of his clothes had cleared most of his thought process out.

I'm not ready for this to stop and I've barely done shit...

By the time you'd stripped your partner down, you cupped his neck, noting his heat levels rising nearly as fast as your own. Leaning in once more, you ignored the warning that your legs would not hold your weight, lips brushing along his throat before finding the new tattoo. It was not complex, but still tender; the kiss barely put pressure against it. He groaned anyways, one hand on your shoulder as the other lifted your head back up. "Lie down for me, cara mia."

Reed helped you get comfortable, lying back on the pillows while he just... stared at you. Seconds ticked by, and you felt like he was committing your body to memory. But nothing was done still, and you squirmed a touch; there was warmth in your face for certain, but you wanted the deeper pit of fire the human seemed to bring to life so easily. "Gavin."

"Mm?" The male had his vague smile on the entire time. "What's wrong? Can't I admire you?"

"You said you enjoyed filthy talk. I'm waiting."

--!!!!!

Gavin looked like he'd been slapped. "Cara mia... for your first time--"

"Being aroused feels like fire. You set me on fire without even trying." You were definitely squirming now, all of the error messages fading, letting you focus on him and him alone. "Show me what you're capable of. I want your love, please don't misunderstand, but.... s-scorch my body."

He could have wasted precious seconds letting shock take over. Your pleading embedded itself into his head, and your partner hovered over you on his hands and knees, the vague smile twisting to a mildly frightening gesture. "Be careful what you beg for, dolcezza," he growled; your shudder was visible and NOT helping his excitement. "Hands over your head. Now." Up went your hands, laid on the pillow above your head. "Good girl. Bend your legs, knees apart." Again you followed your orders, and he glanced down. "Further. More. ... perfect." Hazel eyes shone with mischief. "Don't move."

The human moved up a bit before his head lowered, teeth nibbling your ear before you were given a low, rumbling growl right through your hardware. Though you did end up whimpering, you otherwise didn't move. "G-Gavin....."

"That's my girl, saying my name so nicely." Your human laughed again, feeling you almost squirm beneath him. "Feels good, doesn't it? Being controlled. Such a pretty little position you're in, legs open and waiting for me. But now the only question is what you want. I could move down now, finally get a real taste of you. Let you learn what edging is while I suck that little clit of yours. Hold your hips down so you've got no choice but to feel my tongue."

The whine from your module was far louder than you'd hoped it would be, but you absolutely refused to squirm. It did not stop your belly from pulling in a bit, chest rising. Every word from Gavin's lips put fuel on the fire, and the burn was pulsing through you.

He chuckled again, tugging your earlobe with his teeth. "My beautiful dolcezza, trying so hard not to show me she wants attention." Reed lowered further until he cautiously lay on top of you, letting you realize that he was just as aroused. "Maybe it's not my mouth you want, then. Maybe, just maybe, you want that burn to last. Maybe you want me deep inside, filling you right up. Hmm? Is that it?" That goddamn smirk was mere inches from your face, voice growling low as he went on. "I can do it, you know. I'll pull these pretty hips in, wrap these legs around me. Start slow, let you get used to being filled up... then I give you two minutes before you're begging me to--"

"Fuck me," you finally cut in. Your body was on fire, but you hadn't moved- just like your partner had ordered.

One eyebrow up, Gavin shifted a bit. "Well, now, let's see how effective that was," he replied casually. His hand laid on your stomach, sliding lower until he found the source of all the heat between your thighs.

Oh my god.

He had to move more, both eyebrows lifted now. Fingers slid up your entrance, smearing arousal all over them as he raised that hand to show you. "Making a mess on my bed, cara mia..."

The most gentle touch made you squirm, so Reed's intentional contact forced a whimper out of you. He'd brushed your clit and now it had come alive, screaming for attention. "G-Gavin...!"

So much for composure. Whatever else he planned to say about his bed was forgotten, pushing your thighs far apart and dragging the flat of his tongue up your entrance, eagerly drinking you in as it squirmed its way inside. Going from no contact to an abundance of it sent sharp jolts through your system, your only order forgotten when you buried your hands into his hair. Your partner was pulled in, nails clawing his scalp and rewarding you with his growling.

The fire was compressing, the knot glowing white-hot and close to snapping. Was this what humans obsessed over so often? This building tension, when even the most gentle touch made it worse?

Almost. Gavin listened to your melody of outcries, already his favorite music, well aware that he was painfully hard, as well. Tongue pulling out, he laughed to hear your protests. "Ah, ah, cara mia... I'm not done. Hang tight, pretty girl."

[How could that get bette--]

Your hips thrust towards him as his lips molded around your clit, sucking as hard as he selfishly wanted. "Gavin...!!~" Hands pounded the bed beneath you once, gripping the blankets in an iron grasp. Your human clutched your waist to keep you against his mouth, greedy in his feeding. Pulsing hard, your words were lost, only able to cry out once before the knot split wide. Every line of code seemed to shake, your hips spasming and trying to grind. Two fingers were slid in, pumped almost lazily, just to add to the climax.

You'd flooded his mouth; as Reed finally pulled away to sit up, it dripped down his chin a little. "So how was your first orgasm, cara mia? Hmm?" Lying in front of him, the male watched you panting desperately, needing to cool off some. But...

God damn she's so fucking beautiful.

With a soft laugh, holding none of the devious nature he had minutes earlier, your partner hovered over you again, kissing between your eyes. "I did that good, huh?"

Now that you were certain you wouldn't overheat, the smile you gave was almost sleepy and definitely sheepish. "I suppose I asked for that."

"Oh, you absolutely did," he replied with another laugh. There were five seconds of quiet before it was broken: "... you're perfect. And I'm not just saying that because you're lying under me. You are... just... fucking perfect."

"As are you, Gavin." A beat passed. "Are you going to keep professing your love to me? As much as I desire to hear it..." You tried not to smile, but only succeeded partially. "... I can feel you prodding my thigh constantly."

Blowing a raspberry at you, Reed nonetheless leaned in to steal a kiss, which turned into a dozen. Running fingers along your side, feeling the curves he'd tried to memorize, your leg was lifted and wrapped around his waist. "Deep breath, gorgeous," came the words whispered against your lips. A little maneuvering later, your human was prodding your soaked entrance with something much thicker than a digit or two. "I'll go slow."

He did, and he was honed in on your reactions as he pushed inside. But there was no gasp of pain, and your other leg joined the one around him. Hazel eyes found yours, and your little nod let the male shove himself to the base.

It's like sliding in oil... oh my god pull it together, moron, don't come already.

Smothered by your heat, your partner let out a groan that rattled your code. He fit perfectly, walls squeezing the thick length that had already begun to twitch. Your head turned a bit towards his, leaning down while he paused before he climaxed too early. "... I love you, Gavin."

Almost like a reminder of what the two of you intended from the beginning.

Leaning up on his forearms, Reed pulled back slowly, pushing in again at the same speed. "... I love you too, Nove," came his whisper, using the given name so you knew he was serious. "... J-Jesus fuck, I... aannngh..." he moaned, eyes barely open as he thrust slow.

Fingertips trailed down his chest again, moving around and trailing up his spine. Seeing the gooseflesh, you had to admire his stubborn nature in wanting to go easy for your sake. But the detective's cock was rubbing all the right places, starting another blazing fire that pulsed with each thrust. The flames felt higher this time, burning even hotter than before; you couldn't imagine the climax.

[I know what you want, I know that your body and your heart are at odds... and you are desirable either way.]

Opting for something new, your hands moved and laid above your head again. Legs wrapping tighter, the human's eyes widened slightly. "T-Tell me, then... what do you like...? Shall I let you control me...? Do you want to do all the talking...? Or may I... t-try my hand at it....?"

His android wanted to try talking dirty? Slowing down some, your partner lifted an eyebrow. "I like my partner vocal... so go on, cara mia... t-talk to me."

"The talkative man... likes a vocal partner...?" You were beginning to pant again, a dark violet blush across your cheeks, eyes shining slightly in your building lust. "D-do you... want me to praise you, sir...? Do you want to hear... how good you feel inside me...? How every line of code... wants you to violate me? How very... very badly I want it to hurt?"

Gavin damn near stopped completely, staring in awe and a hard shot of excitement. This was supposed to be sweet, damn it! "D-Dolcezza... what happened to m-making love...?"

Grabbing his face you forced your human to look you in the eye; that got him to stop. "You have your whole life to make love to me. Show me what the real Gavin Reed does with his partner." The abrupt, brutal thrust forced a whimper out of your mouth. "... a-again." The second thrust felt even harder, and struck something deep inside that forced you to dig your nails into his head, since you still held it. "Gavin... p-please...."

There was that darkened face again, smirking at you as he leaned over. Your demands were taken to heart, and Reed was just as happy to violate his beautiful prototype. All of your little mewls and cries fueled his own fire, your walls squeezing the life out of him while he aimed for the spot inside he hoped you had.

You did, and Gavin struck it hard; your eyes rolled back, pleasure rolling in currents through your body. Every single wire end acted as a nerve, and your partner was stimulating every damn one. Voice module barely functioning, your sobbing was broken and jittery.

Even amidst all of this, the human growled. "You know what I wanna hear, cara mia. Part those beautiful lips and say my fucking name."

You didn't say his name. The fire was about to explode, your systems close to a meltdown. His name was chanted in desperation, begging for his contact in between the syllables.

Music to his ears.

Seeing how you needed the extra push to send you over the edge, Gavin's hand snaked low, finding the throbbing clit and stroking furiously. Two short seconds of friction passed before your metal spine arched deep, a guttural moan forced from your throat as the tension broke.

The first orgasm was tame in comparison. Your entire body spasmed, clenching around Reed's length in a death-like hold. He choked on his spit, growling into your ear before coming just as hard, making you acutely aware of the warmth he filled you with. But he continued to thrust, making sure your sweet release lasted as long as possible, while your convulsions gradually slowed.

When you'd calmed down, only then did you realize that your nails were embedded into his shoulders. Prying them away, your partner groaned in a bit of pain, but didn't make any motion to pull out or move at all. His head rested on the pillow beside yours, laying on top of you; the two of you were entangled in one another.

Catching his gaze, there was a sleepy grin on his face. "So much for lovemaking?"

His grin was returned. "If you like, I can call Captain Fowler and notify him that we need another day off."

"... the hell is that gonna do?"

"Just as a precaution. In case you happen to fuck me into a lockup."