Kinktober 2023

day 21, spitroasting ⇢ gavin reed & connor (rk800)

warnings: fingering, face fucking, rough!Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing

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You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you'd have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn't expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You'd barely seen Connor, let alone touched him.

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn't need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could.

"Why don't we talk it out?" you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his.

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. "It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head," you suggested.

"How could we act it out?" Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment.

"I can pretend I'm the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?"

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It'd been forever since it'd been just the two of you.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Let's get to work."

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren't killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks.

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began.

"Maybe you should cuff me," you suggested before quickly adding, "Y'know, since I'm a deranged killer going after androids."

Something flashed behind Connor's eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt.

"Hands behind your back, Doctor," he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body.

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs. 

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you.

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye.

"You understand the gravity of this situation, don't you?" he asked, his voice calm.

"Yes," you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn't break with one severe look.