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"Hn! Ah-ah-phck!" Gavin had no idea how he'd agreed to this, but fuck, he was glad he had. His hands gripped the crisp pillow beneath his head tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his chin up. He could barely fucking breathe. He'd been stripped completely naked while Nines had kept his own suit on, though he'd laid his jacket neatly over the back of the smart office chair. If it had to be a hotel room, then it was probably best that Nines had chosen it. No way would Gavin have paid out for such a nice place. "N-Nines!" The sound was like a high keen that he barely recognised as his own voice.

He finally opened his eyes and looked down between his open thighs. Nines was nuzzling the inside of one thigh as he lounged on his front. Gavin's legs had been hooked loosely over his large shoulders, giving him access and a certain amount of control. His large hands were caressing and encouraging him wider, always being so fucking gentle. His brow was creased in concentration, all six eyes hyper focused on his quivering body. A small sound that almost sounded like a mechanical hum fled his parted lips as he continued to attend him.

Gavin gripped the pillow harder as he felt Nines' tongue press deeper. The smaller tendrils caressed and teased his insides, lavishing his walls with that gentle numbing salve. He'd thought it would be a onetime deal, but even almost three weeks later, Nines was still insisting it hadn't healed yet. The amount of treatments had lessened somewhat. At first, Nines had convinced him to do it twice a day, and for those first few days he'd needed it. After Nines' treatments, the pain was usually all but gone. He'd been able to return to work way sooner because of it, and could have sworn he'd added a healing salve of some sort, because he'd never recovered from injuries so quickly before. After the first few days, things had gotten better. Even without the regular treatments, Gavin had been able to walk just fine and sit for short periods before it became too much. It had been tender and uncomfortable, but it had reached the point he could cope.

Coping wasn't good enough for Nines. Why sit in pain when that discomfort could so easily be erased? That was Nines' argument, and it always sounded like a damned good one to Gavin because it did hurt. It was uncomfortable. Even now, weeks later, he could feel the tender bruising. The swelling had gone down, and the tears were slowly healing up, but it still hurt. It was bearable. Unlike those first few weeks, he no longer cried from the pain. He barely even winced anymore. It was like an annoying background ache at this point. He didn't need Nines' numbing salve anymore. Not usually. Today had been a special case. Was it though?

He'd been on desk duty for a few days, and it was their first day back out on the streets. He'd been cleared for duty. Barely. He knew by now what to say when shrinks asked the questions, and he was still going to therapy. Since it was their first day back, it was also their first day being on their feet for hours on end. They were out tracking down witnesses for Hank. They were starting gently. Easing him back in. Using me as their bitch-boy more like! Walking around for so long made him sore and tired. He wasn't out of shape or anything, but he hadn't been able to keep up his regular regime through the pain of his injuries. The pain really didn't seem that bad. He'd gone a whole day and a half without having Nines' numbing agent, and he was feeling pretty good about it. Sure, there was an underlying throb, and his legs were getting a workout, but it was fine. He'd thought it was fine.

"Detective, you are experiencing heightened levels of physical discomfort." Nines said it like he was reading a news report. Stating a simple, significant fact. Gavin paused part way up the street and looked back. They'd taken one of the quieter roads to avoid the lunchtime rush on the main shopping strip. He hadn't tested Nines in a crowd since that time in the Plaza mall. He still shivered whenever he thought about it. Sharp teeth digging into his shoulder, leaving a crescent of small bruises on his skin. The wet slide of Nines' tongue against his chest and neck. Little tendrils suckling and teasing his sensitive skin. He raised an eyebrow at the assertion.