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Connor leaves the top two buttons on his shirt undone. Nines notices, he notices his rosy nipples through the shirt, he notices Connor leaves his hair a little messy. Nines quietly watches him prepare himself for his night out. The TV plays mindless noise and pictures compared to Connor. Wiser, prettier, nicer.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I think a night out together would be fun!” He slips into his shoes.
Nines looks back to the TV, thinking. The only reason he’d even consider going is to make sure nobody hurts Connor, but he trusts Connor’s combat skills. “No thank you. You know how I feel about social gatherings,”
“Yeah, you’re right. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable,” He says, somehow still cheerful. He checks his watch and looks in the mirror once more. “My taxi is here! I’ll be home soon,” He jogs to the couch, hugging Nines.
“Have fun,” Connor leaves. Nines turns back to the TV, considering if he should’ve gone or not. It’s not like they’re dating, he doesn’t need to go. However, the thought of him coming home with an unknown man makes his Bioskin crawl.
…
Nines watches the TV intently. A documentary about hedgehogs, something so special about the smallness of life. Here, a supercomputer, an artificial person, learning about real animals, doing real things, living real lives, dying real deaths. The documentary is interrupted by a PSA.
A pretty woman on the screen in a club dancing, a pill slips into her drink while she dances. The shot turns to her waking up in an alleyway with smudged makeup. The shot after that is her talking to a police officer with rushed words. The final shot is of her sitting in an emergency room with dead eyes. ”Keep yourself safe by keeping your drink safe.” There’s a pink circle in the bottom left corner of the screen.
Essex.
A new drug going around Detroit. Nine’s heard all about it around the precinct, a sex drug that androids are also susceptible to. The first of its’ kind. For humans, it’s so strong that it will make the victim completely black out for two to four hours. However it’s processed differently in android bodies, making the victims completely sex crazed. The time of influence varies on the model. It’s become a recreational drug amongst some small android circles.
Nines looks at the clock, it’s only been forty-five minutes since Connor’s left. He should be fine. Nines takes a necessary breath, attempting to cool his body.
Connor’s fine.
…
The hedgehog chews on a beetle when Connor bursts through the door. His face flushed blue, button down completely open, his belt buckle completely undone. He looks… sweaty, almost. He doesn’t even shut the door before running to his room. Nines shoots up, quickly shutting and locking the door before hurrying after him.
”Connor! What’s wrong?” Nines yells after him, the door slammed right in his face.
Connor’s breathing is so loud he can practically hear it through the door, his voice bleeding into his pants, his breaths turning parallel to moans. “Nines, someone roofied my drink.” He says as composed as possible.
Nines brows furrow. “Which drug?”
“Essex, I ran a test.” Connor practically moans. “I-I don’t know what to do, Nines. Help me, I’m going fucking crazy,” He pants. Nines opens the door, Connor didn’t get very far, sitting on the floor, pants bunched at his ankles, his shirt pooling at his elbows, his skin glistening as if it’s wet, his LED a bright pink. Strange. His shoulders and cheeks are deep blue. He turns the light on, Connor winces, inarticulately shaking his head. Nines quickly shuts off the light. “I’m so hot,” He kicks his legs, trying to shuck his pants without realizing his shoes are stopping him from doing so.
“Connor, please wait a second. Let me take off your shoes,” He tries to assure him, kneeling down and untying his laces. He slips both shoes off, taking his socks off with them.
“Nines, touch me, please, I need something,” Connor pleads, his head canting to the side, his heavy breaths so hot Nines is surprised they’re not coming out steamy. This is bad, his body temperature is so high he has to manually cool his system down. It’s surreal, he’s watching the effects of the PSA happening in real time. He rips Connor’s pants off, running his hands up his legs, Connor moans again.
“What are you feeling?” Nines asks urgently.
Connor shakes his head, barely able to answer. “Fuck, please,” Nines takes Connors shirt off, now stripped down to his boxers. Connor looks over Nines before pouncing on him. In a split second, their roles reversed, Connor sitting between Nines’s legs, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down.
“What are you doing?” Nines grabs his wrist. Deep down, he knows he can’t lie to himself. He can’t lie to himself and say he hasn’t thought of having Connor pliant in his arms, moaning and broken. His milky and blemished skin shining only for Nines to see. He’s mulled over these fantasies more times than he can count on his fingers, and when Connor wore his tight black turtleneck to work he jerked himself off raw just to the thought of pulling the fabric down to mark him.
He’s wanted Connor to take him, but not under circumstances like this.
“Nines,” He whines, dropping his head down to his crotch, desperately mouthing along his bulge. By the minute Connor becomes more incoherent. Nines knows he’s not going to get answers or reasoning, all he can do is help him as best as he can. This isn’t sex, this is just helping him through.
Nines pulls the waistband of his sweats down, Connor’s deft fingers following after him, palming him through his boxers. Nines curses himself for being hard in a situation like this. Connor yanks his own boxers off, taking Nines cock in one hand, the other feeling up his navel from under his shirt. “I want it so fucking bad,” Connor murmurs against Nines dick before taking a broad lick up his shaft. The first real sentence spoken from Connor since Nines came in the room.
“F-Fuck,” Nines screws his eyes shut, sure he’ll cum within thirty seconds if he watches Connor suck him off. He grabs Nines hand, putting it in his hair. He pulls himself away from Nines cock- a miracle of self control only for a moment- and says with a voice full of static:
“I like it rough,”
Nines LED blinks red, his hand lacing into Connor’s hair with a tight grasp. Connor’s mouth is hot, and it’s taking Nines girth in completely like he would die if he couldn’t. Nines bites his lip, holding his groans back just to listen to the lewd sucking echoing through the room. Connor moans around his dick, touching his balls with his slender fingers, his mouth wet. His Biofluid production is out of control. It makes him wonder what his ass looks like.
Connor runs his tongue along the underside of his cock, Nines curses under his breath, so close already. So fucking close. Connor takes a free hand, stroking his cock, almost instantly shooting all over the floor. Connor shakes, Nines cock still completely buried in his throat. “C-Connor, I’m close,” He warns, but Connor doesn’t stop, his rhythm doesn’t lull for even a second. Nines opens his eyes, his grip tightening violently, his orgasm coating Connor’s throat completely.
Connor pulls away, his lips coated in Nines Biofluid, he swallows mere inches away from Nines face. “Mm… taste so… good…” He babbles. Nines jaw falls open at the sight, Connor’s fluid on the floor between his legs, skin still hot and slick to the touch. Connor leans in, licking across Nines neck, eliciting a pleasured sigh. “Am I a… good… boy… Nines?” He breathes against his ear.
“Yes,” He caves. “Such a good boy. Now turn around for me,” And Connor obeys, so obedient, all for Nines. He rests his head on his forearms, his ass completely arched up like a cat, all for Nines to see. Completely wet. Soaked to the point that it’s running down the inside of his thigh. “So wet for me already,”
Connor nearly screams as Nines pushes a finger into him with little to no resistance. He can feel his muscles twitching under his skin, twitching around him as his finger explores his velvet insides. Nines leans in, licking around his finger, Connor’s fluid sweet on his tongue. He wonders if it’s regularly that way. He pushes in another finger, careful to not touch Connor’s cock in fear of him cumming on the floor again. Connor preens, pushing his ass against his fingers, he can tell he needs it deeper.
“Cock… need your…” He clenches around his fingers. Nines can’t deny Connor, there’s not a bone in his plastic body that would ever deny him.
He pulls his fingers out, the fluid connecting them almost pornographically. “I’m gonna put you on the bed, is that okay?” Connor nods, nearly going limp in his arms, he gently places him on the bed. He strips before quickly climbing after him, not wanting Connor in agony another second longer than he needs to be.
“I want to… on top…” His words still spaced out and inarticulate. Nines obliges, and Connor wastes no time lining himself up, sitting heavy on Nines cock with a yelp. He orgasms instantly, plentiful thick ropes of fluid falling elegantly on Nines stomach, the obscenity unfolding in front of him nearly making him dizzy.
“Oh, fuck! Connor!” Nines grips Connor’s hips enough to bruise a human, their skin peeling back at the contact. Connor throws his head back, bouncing intently, Nines eyes glued to where they connect.
“So… fucking… good…” He rasps between thrusts, Nines now meeting him with equal force. It’s so intense. Nines would call it perfect, but Connor’s high out of his fucking mind. Had he come home only drunk, this would’ve never happened. There’s a sick squelching sound he makes with every thrust, it fills the negative space where their moans don’t reach. And Nines isn’t holding his voice back any longer, everything coming out broken and full of pleasure.
“You’re taking it so deep, Connor,” Nines grabs one of Connor’s hands, bringing it to his lips. Connor pulls his bottom lip away, taking his thumb in his mouth. Connor mindlessly explores his mouth, the pad of his thumb rubbing over his teeth and inner cheek. Incredible . Connor fucking himself stupid on Nines cock. He takes a snapshot before reaching down, tugging on his dick in time with his thrusts, another orgasm striking Connor like lighting.
He lurches forward, head down and his his spit-covered finger dragging down Nines jaw, his release reaching his collarbone. Nines detects something other than Connor’s cum on his chest. Tears. Nines panics, his hand cupping his cheek so he can see if he’s even alive.
And he is, his brown eyes still blown, but tears streaming down his face. His cock twitches despite his worry. “Are you okay?!” Nines gasps. All Connor can do is nod. If his LED wasn’t still pink, he would’ve put him to bed, but he’s clearly still going through the throws of the drug, mindlessly grinding circles on his cock. He still asks for good measure. “Should I keep going?” Connor nods again.
Recognizing he’s bordering on complete exhaustion, he flips Connor on his back, still wanting to see his ruined face. Nines slams back into him, delighting in the way Connor mewls and grips the sheets. “Nines!” He moans, his name dying on his lips with every chant. It drives Nines insane. He saves an audio file.
He continues to roughly fuck into him, one hand pinching his nipple, the other one lightly wrapped around his neck. Connor spills onto himself at the contact on his neck, his voice choppy and dying in his throat. Nines can see it in his tear filled eyes. He loves it. “C-Connor,” He can’t control himself. “I’m gonna cum,”
He releases his grip on his neck and moves it to his nape, bringing their foreheads together. “I-Inside me,” Connor gasps. Then with deadly speed, grabs Nines by his hair and pulls him into a heated kiss. Nines can still taste his own Biofluid in Connor’s mouth as he licks into it, desperate for anything because he’s so fucking close. He swipes his tongue across his teeth before burying himself in Connor as deep as he can manage, shooting his seed deep inside him. Connor responds with another orgasm cracking through him, shooting up to his chest.
Nines LED spins yellow twice before returning to blue. He pulls out, running a finger through Connor’s fluids, putting it on his tongue, evaluating every Biometric before leaning back into Connor. He kisses him sweetly, hoping he can save this taste forever. The feeling of this taste rubbed against each others tongues. He pulls away, raking his eyes over Connor’s body once more.
Moles and blemishes, none of which Nines possesses. He runs his fingers along the ones he can immediately see. “Gorgeous, Connor. Fucking beautiful. Such a fucking good boy for me,” He meets eyes with Connor again. Connor’s eyes low and fucked out, still deep within, pleased to hear every good word Nines has to offer. “Connor, you need to go into stasis, can you do that for me?” He runs a hand sweetly over his cheek. Connor wordlessly nods, and Nines leans down for one more kiss.
While Connor rests, Nines cleans him with a damp towel, watching his LED spin from pink, to red, to yellow, back to blue. He’s recovering. He’s okay. Nines reassures himself, crouching down to wipe up the fluid on the floor. He soon comes back, setting out a fresh pair of boxers for Connor and tossing the soiled clothes in the laundry. He goes to leave, but Connor is suddenly woken from his stasis.
“Nines!”
“Connor?”
“Please. Stay here.” He reaches his arm out, an open invitation that Nines takes. He climbs into the bed with him, pulling the covers over the both of them. Connor buries his nose in the crook of his neck, Nines fingers idly running through his hair. For Connors sake, he hopes he remembers the night so he doesn’t wake up mortified.