Thread by @funkylilandroid

When 900 bottoms for the first time, with Gavin, he’s not sure how to handle it. He willingly agreed to this. So did Gavin. And it’s not uncomfortable or anything, it actually feels very, VERY good... But it’s so much, and not enough at the same time and he’s nearly overwhelmed.

Now he knows why Gavin makes so much noise, when 900’s going at him. But what counts as too much noise? Too little? He covers his mouth with the back of his hand, muffling those noises. Gavin gently takes that hand away.
‘Let me hear you, babe...Don’t hold back.’

And so he doesn’t.
Gavin’s length fills him, and 900 craves for him to be inhumanly closer. He wants *all* of Gavin. He’s clinging to him, nails digging into flesh, holding on tight enough to bruise. He knows he could possibly hurt him, and tries to hold back, but Gavin won’t—

have it.
‘I’m made of tough stuff. Go at me. Mark me up, Nines..’
And so he does.
As Gavin goes faster, 900 can barely keep up. His processors weren’t made to feel pleasure like this, and he’s easily getting overwhelmed. It feels so *good,* he can’t stand it.

He’s begging for Gavin, voice glitching out as pleasure overwhelms him. Gavin thinks it’s the hottest thing ever. 900 is a moaning, squirming mess. He doesn’t even realize he’s tearing up or drooling, until Gavin kisses away the tears, and comments in how he’s making a mess.

Normally, 900 would do everything within his power to right himself...but in this situation, being told that he’s making a mess, and that he’s ‘phcking filthy and gorgeous,’ just makes him even more turned on. He grows louder, as that pleasure builds. He tries to be coherent, but

his vocal modulator isn’t working. Some words come out, but it’s mostly a garbled mess. Somehow, Gavin understands it.
‘Come for me, baby...I’ve got you. Come for me...’
And so he does.
900 comes *hard,* the first time he bottoms. His vision glitches out, he arches off of the bed

nearly throwing Gavin off of him. His body feels like it’s on fire—
Then everything goes black.

900 comes to slowly. His systems are laggy, thanks to that intense orgasm. He still feels hot. There’s warnings for overheating flashing in his dark vision. But he ignores them.

He’s focused on the voice that’s slowly filtering in. Focusing on the gentle touch on his face.
‘Come back to me, Nines...I’m here, babe, I’m here...That’s it...I’m here, come back to me...’
900’s eyes finally flicker open and, after a brief burst of static, his vision focuses—

on Gavin laying next to him, wearing the most serene smile 900 has ever seen. He takes a mental picture. Saves it forever.
‘And there he is...’
900 smiles back at him. He works his mouth, vocal modulator glitching slightly, before his voice comes back.
‘Kiss me, Gavin. My love.’

Gavin smiles, and leans in close.
And so he does.

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