Gavin Reed x RK900 (18+)

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Gavin stared at his pc screen. Suddenly hyperaware of the android to his right. He took a quick peak at him, hoping Connor wouldn't notice. Handsome. Yes, that was somewhat fitting. If he could make alterations though, he'd make the android taller, give him a more angled face and a deeper voice.
Gavin had always prefered more dominant men, the kind that would force you on your knees and make you beg to be allowed to suck their dick. Though he'd never admit to that. Most of his co-workers didn't even know he swings the other way.

Connor looked and acted way too innocent and friendly for Gavins taste - 'until he beats the living shit out of you' he thought to himself. Trying hard not to show any outward reaction upon recalling their last physical confrontation. He had been defeated within seconds.

The android turned its head to stare back at him, it had probably picked up Gavins gaze from it's enhanced peripheral vision. "Detective Reed, are you alright?" Connor asked with his angel like 'I would never do anything bad' voice. It pissed him off.
"Just wondering how you could be improved." he answered honestly, but added "an installed coffee maker would be a nice addition don't you think? Then you'd finally be of use."

Hank gave him an angry look, but Gavin decided not to pay attention to it.
He turned his gaze back to his screen. Trying to focus on the open cases. Though that proved to be difficult as he could feel the look of the android still on him. After a solid minute of getting stared down by the it, he looked back at Connor.

"What?" he snapped at it, wondering if the 'objectively handsome' computer had somehow gained the ability to read his mind and would call him out for his inappropriate thoughts. "You didn't use one of your nicknames." Connor notes happily.
"Plastic freak." Gavin replied. "Happy?" Hank rolled his eyes at Reeds immaturity.

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Gavin had come home an hour ago. It long had turned dark outside. He sat at his table, his phone in his left hand, fork in his right as he gulped down the spaghetti he had made for himself.
He scrolled through various social media posts, just to stop at a picture of a model he followed. The man in the picture was standing at the beach, soft light tracing his defined muscles.

He wondered if all male androids had packs like this beneath their clothing. He knew from one of his cases the male Traci models did. But was that feature shared by the other android lines as well? Surely they didn't have to copy those shapes to be physically strong.

...did Connor have defined muscles like this? Surely not. Right?
He kept staring at the picture, zooming in on the face of the model. He caught himself wondering whether he deemed Connors face more appealing than the one currently on his screen.

He shook his head, as to chase the thought away. But it stayed. Gavin kept scrolling. Kept comparing the faces he saw with Connors. Some of them tied the robots appearance. But none managed to surpass it. Eventually he typed 'attractive male' in his browser.

There had to be a face that he found more appealing than the one of his robot colleague! CyberLife surely didn't create the most attractive being known to mankind and wasted it on a detective android!

After a few minutes of frantic searching he had finally found someone. A broad man with a stern look upon his face. Just the picture made a shiver run down his spine. Finally satisfied, he put his phone down.
'Why was that so damn important to me?' he asked himself, but quickly shoved the thought aside.

Gavin finished his meal and headed towards the shower. "Would you say you feel inferior to Connor?" Haleys words suddenly reappeared in his head, as he stripped. He looked at himself in the mirror. His naked body was covered in smaller and bigger scars from various fights. Not all of them work related.

Androids couldn't even have scars as far as he was aware. When they got damaged they'd just repair themselves or exchange the broken parts. Humans were so fragile in comparison.

He slowly traced his muscles with his fingers. Would the muscles of a Traci android feel like his? Would they feel different? Harder? Were their dicks bigger than his? Thicker? Straighter?
How could one not feel inferior towards things created with perfection in mind.
'They are objectively handsome, just like Connor' he sighed at his own thoughts.

He stepped inside the shower and closed his eyes.
He was in desperate need of some stress relief. He started touching his muscles once again, slowly making his way to his nipples and teasing himself there. His dick started to react like expected.

A picture shot into his mind. The hot model at the beach, but instead of the models face, it was Connors. Gavin gasped, forced his eyes open again and felt deeply ashamed by his thought, as another shiver went down his spine.
He hesitated a second. Then decided that that never had happened.

Gavin tried again, this time focusing on the more handsome, stern looking man he had found after his frantic search. Placing a hand on his dick, as he imagined the man were to touch him. But after only two strokes of his hand the picture in his mind began to shift again. Showing him Connor, with a more angular face and an expression that could make him beg. It was undeniably hot- but he physically couldn't bring himself to keep moving his hand.

His pride and his lust fought with eachother. Gavin sure as phck didn't want to jerk off to Connor of all people. How would he be able to look at the androids face again without feeling flustered?
On the other hand, Connors stupidly hot visage had occupied his brain for the whole day already. Maybe jerking off once would finally get rid of his newly found obsession.

He slowly began stroking his dick again. This time imagining the android on purpose. He imagined it would just stand there, watching him jerk off like the pathetic horny mess he was.

Imagination-Connor towered over him, forcing Gavin to look up at it by placing two fingers under his chin 'say my name' it demanded. Gavin shook his head. Surely he wouldn't take orders from a piece of plastic.

The next second he felt a sharp pain, as his dick was squeezed way harder than it was comfortable by his own hand. Though in his mind it was the robot who made him hiss in pain. 'Say my name' it demanded again. "C-Connor" Gavin moaned reluctantly, instantly feeling shameful. He felt deeply wrong, but at the same time weirdly exhilarating. The hand on his dick started to move faster. "Connor" he moaned again, this time a bit louder.

The android in his mind seemed pleased, granting him a dirty smirk. It kept staring at him, listening to his moans. 'Good boy. You're allowed to cum now.' it said and Gavin did just that. Jerking his hips nearly uncontrollably, moaning his robot-colleagues name one last time.

As soon as Gavins head started to clear up again the hot, imaginary android vanished from his bathroom. Gavin looked down, watched as his cum and pride were washed down the drain.

"Phcking tincan." he muttered, promising himself that this was the first and last time he had jerked off to Connor. Or to any android in general.
Though a tiny voice in his head knew that he wouldn't be able keep that promise for very long.