The Proper Motivation

Mine

Nines' bedroom had two sets of windows. One overlooking the river and the other facing the city, right on the corner of the building. The curtains of both had been left open, but Gavin didn't even seem to notice as he dragged Nines down again and stepped inside. The king-sized bed sat by the bathroom wall with a fine view of both large windows as they fell upon it. Even in the dimness, Gavin could tell the room was decked in creams and whites. A sensible, neutral choice that would surely brighten and warm the room by day. However, the state of the room was unimportant at that moment. It was far more important to rid Nines of his restrictive waistcoat and get his hands on actual flesh.

Nines couldn't agree more as his hands went straight for the waistline of Gavin's top. The soft material was whipped over his head in seconds and Nines soon shrugged the fine waistcoat off his shoulders. Gavin trembled as teasing fingers stroked a path up and down his bare sides, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. Nines' skin was a little cooler than his own and felt unbelievably soft. A perk of being an android. Their skin didn't wear and weather like a human. Humming softly, Nines leaned over him and dotted small kisses along his jaw, chuckling softly and catching his hands as they tried to return to the buttons of his shirt.

"I think it's time I did something to tame those wandering hands of yours." The deep rumble of his voice made Gavin shiver, though the words left him uncertain. The smirk on his lips was playful as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the deep blue tie from earlier. Nines bit his lip as he allowed the end to trail over Gavin's naked flesh, watching his skin prickle and warm with yearning. The twitch of his cock was all the approval Nines needed as he gathered his wrists in one hand and placed them above his head. Gavin was guarded but willing as he watched with coy eyes, licking his lips and squirming as silk wrapped around his wrists. Although his wrists were firmly bound, he wasn't tied to anything. He still had freedom of movement. "There...that's better."

The tying of his wrists brought about an immediate shift in demeanour. Something coy and uncertain swept over him, bringing a level of vulnerability Nines hadn't seen before. He was docile. Submissive. Rarely words associated with Gavin Reed. Lowering his body, Nines kissed him slowly, offering affection and reassurance. Gavin accepted greedily, looping his tied hands over Nines' head to embrace him. Nines allowed it for a while, enjoying their closeness and intimacy before slowly returning Gavin's hands to the space above his head. With a last lingering kiss, he pushed himself up and leaned on one arm, teasing his thumb across Gavin's lips and enjoying the flush of his skin.

"Be good for me, Gavin." Gavin shuddered at the gentle words, eyes fluttering as he stared up with heady eyes. "Keep your hands here." Gavin nodded uncertainly, fingers gripping the pillow above his head as he waited to see where things would go. It wasn't the first time he'd been tied up, but it was his first time with Nines. Luckily, the alcohol in his system kept him pretty relaxed as he watched Nines straddle his hips and stare down at him. Assessing him. Assessing wasn't entirely accurate, but Nines did compile a list of previous injuries as he took in his battered body. The bullet wound he'd teased earlier, a surgical cut from abdominal surgery, a faded scar halfway up his ribs from a knife, and another bullet wound in his left shoulder. A little lower and it would have hit his heart. The realisation made his LED blink yellow as he trailed his thumb around it.

Starting at his wrists, Nines stroked a path down to his underarms. His arms were not free of damage, either. A grazing wound had scarred his left upper arm, and a series of faded cuts lined his right. There were fresher ones, too. Barely two days old. Scratch marks. Likely feline since he knew Gavin had a cat. Leaning down, Nines ran his lips along those faded scars, littering kisses back and forth and enjoying Gavin's squirms. The sweat on his skin hadn't dried yet, leaving behind a musty scent and salty taste as he reached his underarms and kissed his way around the soft layer of hair to continue across his shoulder. Before going lower, he worked his way along his collarbone and teased his neck, enjoying the way that made him writhe and tilt his head for more.