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Gavin Reed half jogs, half staggers, the short distance from the door to the couch. He collapses into the cushions and exhales a long exhausted wail. RK900 can't help but smile down at his lover. Everything about him is so incredibly human. Nines finds it all quite endearing. The android stoops over to help Gavin out of his warn leather jacket and muddy work boots, placing them neatly on the carpeted floor.
"God, this case is killing me!" Gavin laments. "We haven't made progress in weeks."
Of course the detectives are working several cases, but Nines knows which his partner is referring to.
"Is there anything I can do to help you relax?" inquires RK900.
Gavin sighs. "I just need to not be Detective Reed for a while, you know?"
The android's smile grows. "I know exactly what you need."
A myriad of dirty thoughts cross Gavin's mind as Nines disappears into their bedroom. By the time the android returns with an arm full of bondage, he's already half way to an erection. Reed sits up, raising his eyebrows in mock scrutiny. "Your boyfriend says he's exhausted and your first thought is to tie him up? You really are a deviant."
A pale hand grips firm to Gavin's jaw, yanking it up to force contact with icy blue eyes. "I'm going to make you my dog." RK900's voice is low, even, and deadly sexy.
Reed swallows hard. "Oh yeah? What makes you think I'll sit and roll over?"
"I have no disillusion of you being well behaved." Nines moves his hand from Gavin's face to the restraints in his arm, laying them out on the coffee table. "That's what these are for."
Gavin eyes the selection, appraisingly. All of the bondage they own is heavy duty. Sturdy leather, metal locks, highly restrictive. Gavin will break out of anything less, they found that out quickly. Even so, Nines has picked out the most intense pieces from their collection.
"You're not putting me in the god damn bitch suit," Gavin protests.
"I'll do what I want with you," Nines contradicts. "Your compliance is irrelevant."
He hasn't been touched yet and Gavin is already fully hard. "Try me," he challenges.
Slender fingers yank forcefully at shaggy brown hair. Gavin groans at the sudden pain. His hand instinctively travels to his hip holster only for his wrist to end up in a crushingly tight grip.
"Bad boy," growls RK900.
Both of Gavin's arms are wrenched hastily behind his back. Nines clasps both of the man's wrists in one hand while the other removes his belt. With how much Gavin is thrashing, the task isn't simple. Nothing ever is with him.
"Let me go, asshole!"
A one handed grip isn't particularly difficult to get out of, even if reinforced by android strength. Gavin could easily escape if he wanted to. On a different day he probably would, but today he just wants to feel helpless, at the mercy of his partner.
Nines removes the detective's badge and sidearm, followed by the belt itself. He doesn't bother with the fly of Gavin's jeans, opting to shove his hand snugly into the waistband. Gavin's bucking becomes more focused into his hips, seeking any sort of friction.
"Such a pathetic little slut," goads Nines. "I bet I could let go and you'd stay right here, fucking my hand."
"Shut up!"
"No." Nines quickly retracts both of his hands, snatching the gag off of the table. "You shut up."
Gavin makes an attempt to wriggle away but he doesn't get far before a silicone ball is forced into his mouth. The detective offers less resistance than usual. Nines treats him just as rough, grabbing him tight and pulling him hard as he removes his clothes. The force may be unprovoked, but it is not unwelcome. Gavin needs to be manhandled, even when, perhaps even especially when, he doesn't have the energy to fight back.
Once naked, Gavin is forced onto his back, held down by a knee digging into his middle. Nines meticulously cinches each of his limbs into a tight bind. Generally leather bondage is a quicker alternative to rope but this particular setup takes time to apply and serves a similar role of building tension. Gavin is pushed a little closer to subspace with every pull of the cording. First his legs are forced to bend at the knee, then his arms at the elbow, all four bound together to hold that position. The final addition is a thick collar, complete with a leash.
Nines hoists Gavin off of the couch, rotating him in his arms, and depositing him onto the floor. The bondage forces him on all fours, thick padding supporting his knees and elbows. A tug on the leash forces him to stagger forward. Even with the supportive pads, it is not a comfortable way to move. Gavin is walked around the living room in a slow clumsy circle. Hot burning humiliation sends him plunging into the full embrace of subspace.
"Sit."
Another yank on the leash forces Gavin to sit back on his haunches. Nines grabs him by the jaw, forcing eye contact again. Where there once was a defiant scowl, there is now only adoration and gratitude. Gavin has thoroughly been put in his place.
Nines leans in close, speaking directly into his partner's ear. "Roll over."
The leash slackens, allowing Gavin to flop onto his back. He spreads his legs, shamelessly displaying himself to his lover. His penis has gone soft but it wont take much to change that. The same can not be said for Nines, whose erection is pressing so damandingly against the confines of its denim prison that it risks breaking the zipper. He undoes his jeans to offer some relief. That on its own is enough to make Gavin's cock stir. By the time lubed fingers have worked him loose, he's throbbing with arousal again.
Reed demands something indiscernible into the leather enclosing his mouth. Though he can't parse it, Nines is confident that he is being informed, in a likely impolite fashion, that Gavin is ready for his cock. Fingers are replaced with dick, provoking another muffled noise from Gavin. One that is repeated with every thrust. The noises grow louder as Nines begins to stroke Gavin's length, keeping perfectly in sync with the motion of his own.
Nines stills his hand when he senses Gavin's orgasm near, pushing him over the edge with only the motion of his cock. The detective shakes and whines into the gag as cum spurts onto his stomach. Nines doesn't stop moving, prolonging the moaning and writhing of his partner until he hears the snapping of fingers.
"Do you need me to stop?" asks Nines.
Gavin nods.
Nines pulls out immediately. "Would you like to come out of bondage?"
Another nod from Gavin. "You were right," he pants, once the gag is removed. "That was exactly what I needed."