Thread by @funkylilandroid

The only sex Gavin's really ever had, was rough sex. The occasional blow job and hand job too, but when it really came down to it, he liked it rough. ...However, during those times, he didn't have much self-preservation, and the rough sex sometimes turned rather dangerous.

But he didn't care--he got off, his partner got off, he lived. So what? Yes, he had gotten hit and choked hard enough to lose consciousness for a few minutes, and even a few hours. No big deal, he still (apparently) came, so he was good. Yes, he'd gotten a few scars, too. So?

He liked being tossed around, bruised, beaten and choked. The pain thrilled him, and it went right to his cock. In his opinion, he was doing pretty okay.

Just don't pay attention to the one time he *did* end up in the hospital. A fluke, nothing more.

Then he met 900.

It took some time, before they did anything sexual. Suited Gavin just fine, he hated the android for the longest time, until he somehow wormed his way past that. He was too...scared...to call it anything more than lust. Attraction? Falling for him? No way, that couldn't be it.

When they finally made it to bed, Gavin let his demands be known. He was surprised to see 900's LED actually shift to yellow, normally always a calm blue. But he did comply.

Only...this rough sex was different.

Obviously, 900 had to hold back to some degree. Android, y'know?

He could easily snap Gavin's neck with a single fucking finger, if he so desired. Gavin had seen his strength on the job. He didn't fuck around.

But he preformed the rough sex well, only...he was still gentle, at the same time?

If he felt like he went too hard, he'd always ask Gavin if he was okay. He'd always leave him a way out, if things got too much. And he was *attentive*, GOD was he attentive. He focused on Gavin's pleasure, before his own. Focused on his comfort. His safety.

During that session, Gavin came harder than he had in previous flings, and he wasn't sure why.

And then the *care* afterwards...!

Gavin had never gotten that from his other partners. Maybe cleaning up a little blood so it didn't stain the sheets, but that was about it.

No, 900 actually tended to him. If there were any open wounds, he cleaned them and bandaged them. He turned down the temperature in his hand a few degrees, to soothe the throbbing bruises. And Gavin had to be imagining the soft praise leaving his lips. There was no way...

But he was so blissed out by that point, he let 900 do as he pleased.

The session left him with an odd feeling, though. It wasn't bad, but it was something he'd never felt before. Longing? The need to be cared for, and not just used? Being held? ...Touch-starved?

Unsure of how to deal with all of this, he decided to ask for another session from 900. He complied. The rough sex continued, though during a choking session, Gavin actually had to tap out. He wasn't sure why he did, but the fact that 900 listened...

...No, the tears in his eyes were just from the exertion of it all. Not from the overwhelming gratitude he felt. This time, during the aftercare, he was more aware of it. Felt himself leaning into 900's gentle touch, letting his words wrap around him like a blanket.

The tears came again, but he ignored them. 900 didn't address them. As 900 cared for him, Gavin let himself slip into sleep; the first time, since being with 900. He felt comfortable--safe--in 900's presence, and let himself sleep, and be vulnerable around him.

When he woke up the next morning, pleasantly sore and achy from the night before, he found himself in 900's arms. He would've normally listened to his first reaction, and fled instantly...

But, for once, he ignored it. And enjoyed this feeling he couldn't quite name.

After a few more sessions, Gavin wanted to try something out. He couldn't remember the last time he had slow, 'vanilla' sex before. Nothing rough, no choking or hitting, just...making love, as they call it. He jokingly said, he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

But in reality, he just wanted 900 to be gentle with him. Not just after sex, but during it. He wanted to see how he'd react to all that.

And *God*, it was better than he expected.

He had felt a little frustrated at first, with how slow things had started.

But the slow build-up made it worth it. The pleasure still felt so amazing, 900 was being so gentle and attentive, and it made Gavin feel *loved* for once in his life. Cared for. Like he actually mattered to someone.

He cried, for the first time, during sex.

It wasn't from pain, nor humiliation. It was the fact that he felt so *emotional* over being cared for, like this. It was so overwhelming, that the tears just came, and he could do nothing to stop them. He felt 900 stop, and for a shameful moment, he thought he was at fault.

But 900 just wrapped his strong arms around him, kissing the tears away, whispering sweet nothings to him, praising him, and showering him with affection. The tears continued, and Gavin could only hold onto 900, afraid that he'd fall apart into pieces, if he let go.

That orgasm was something completely different, than what he achieved during his rough sex bouts. It enveloped his entire being with warmth, 900's name was the only thing on his tongue, as 900 carried him through his orgasm. He didn't want it to end...

More tears came afterwards, and Gavin had tried to hide his tearful face, only for 900 to gently pull his hands away, kissing at his tear-stained cheeks. He wasn't there to make fun of Gavin, for crying during sex. He was there to take care of him.

To show him love, when previously he had none. It was obvious Gavin had never actually been *treated* like a person with feelings, before. And somewhere, deep down, he had longed for that. And now that he had it...the emotional response was so overwhelming...

Gavin wanted this. He still wanted the rough sex, sure. But he also wanted this tender loving, as well. He *wanted* to be loved. *Wanted* to be cared for. And 900 was more than willing to deliver.

THANK YOU FOR READING, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED SOME SOFT BOYS! 😊❤❤❤