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[ Yeah, the head massages are a really good incentive to never revoke hair touching privileges again. If Tech Boy were a cat, he would be purring. There's something to be said about the value of mornings like this. Comfortable and safe with someone you l-- ]

I like your smile. Send me a selfie.

[ Look. He knows this is ridiculous, but he woke up in a ridiculous mood and now K has to suffer through it. It's a weird form of worship that's definitely more suited to his teen aged devotees, but if are you really enjoying life if you can't afford to be immature and silly every once in a while? They've earned it, damnit. ]

You want to see what I'm wearing? Come in here and find out.

[ Very carefully, so as not to pull Tech Boy's hair, K arranges the selfie and sends it: he's smiling, and has also used Tech Boy's hair to give himself a ginger moustache. He clearly doesn't mind the ridiculousness. What may be old hat to anyone who's grown up with smart devices and the internet is still a new experience for K, who never had an adolescence in the first place. Only a series of false memories of one. ]

And defile your blanket temple? I would never.

[ Except that a few seconds after sending that, he's reaching beneath the blankets and curiously feeling around to figure out what, if anything, Tech Boy may be wearing. ]

[ Tech Boy can feel K doing something with his hair, but it's not until he gets the picture that he knows what K had been up to. He giggles again, audible through the blankets. K's good at this, despite its absurdity, and it's delightful. ]

Not the temple, so you're saving it for the god himself? I like it.

[ He squirms as K reaches blindly under the blanket for him. It's mostly luck what K will find under there, but Tech Boy isn't wearing a thing other than the blankets. It's way too warm for that. ]

[ Upon encountering what Tech Boy isn't wearing, K smooths his hand along the expanse of bare skin and follows the contour of muscle, down to the unmistakable curve of his— oh, there we go. And he proceeds to get even more well-acquainted with Tech Boy's ass, stroking his fingers against his skin. ]

You're wearing my favourite thing.

Do I get a selfie too?

[ Tech Boy stills when K's hand finds him, and he situates himself in such a way to give K the best angle. His small sound of pleasure is audible, followed immediately by another quiet giggle. ]

I wore it just for you.

[ The darkness of his blanket cover means he has to use a flash to be visible. The photo K receives is low-angle, from around his navel and pointed towards his face. It's a temping angle, if the god does say so himself.

Although. He admits. The temptation to reverse the camera had been tempting. ]

Unless you want to see what else you're missing. If you're not going to join me in here.

[ K's expecting something along the same lines as his selfie in return; a humourous, facetious effort. But what he receives is a picture that's so provocatively framed it all but bluescreens him, his hand momentarily stilling as he stares at it. He's certainly seen Tech Boy in even more compromising positions before, but — not like this, in photo form. The novelty of it is exciting in a way he couldn't have anticipated, as inured as he is to the outright pornographic adverts that were popular in his homeworld. They'd never done anything for him. But this is something else altogether.

Once K's brain regains some blood flow, he sends a quick reply, ] i do want to see [ before carefully burrowing his way into the blanket burrito, not stopping until he's wrapped himself around Tech Boy, too. And having the benefit of being able to see in the dark, he manages to avoid any accidental forehead bumps or elbow jabs in the process, settling in quite comfortably. ]

I like that picture.

[ Smiling at the message, Tech Boy rolls over a little when K starts to invade the blanket burrito so that he can settle with his back against K's chest. He melts into the embrace, feeling very pleased with himself at K's reaction. ]

I hoped you would.

[ The smile on his face is audible in his voice. From this position, Tech Boy can tell exactly how much K had liked the picture. He lightly runs his fingertips over K's arm, teasing lightly with his fingernails. ]

You should see the other one I took. [ Mischief. ]

Edited 2020-08-30 06:46 (UTC)

[ Their position is good not only for physically demonstrating just how much he appreciated Tech Boy's picture, but it also leaves his hair in optimal nuzzling range now, and that's exactly what K proceeds to do. He hums a pleased sound, also enjoying the attention and tightening his hold a little to convey as much. ]

I should. [ He agrees in an expectant tone. Can't just tease him with allusions to more pictures like that and not expect him to want them too, Mr. Boy. ]

[ It's the tiniest bit of showing off that, without Tech Boy having to move or otherwise untangle himself from K, he sends two more pictures to K with literally a blink of an eye. When K does look at what was sent, one is another much like the first but at a much more daring angle. And the other is certainly K's first dick pic. A pretty good one, if he does say so himself.

He continues playing his fingernails over K's skin, warm and content. ]

You said you were shivering. However should we warm you up?

[ Since he's wearing his Fluid on his wrist, he has to lean up slightly in order to see the screen over Tech Boy's shoulder. Which he presses a kiss to along the way. He bumps the touch screen against Tech Boy's own hand to open the message (he can't show off in the same way, but he can be inventive), and the sight he's greeted with has him pressing his whole face against Tech Boy's shoulder afterward, and he'll be able to feel the heat radiating from the intensity of K's flush.

Because he genuinely hadn't expected to receive one of Tech Boy so blatantly in flagrante delicto. Such is his (in)experience with social media that the whole dick pic and nudes exchange trend has bypassed him entirely (possibly also thanks to a little divine intervention filtering unsolicited spam from his inbox?), and this is, indeed, his first. From anyone. Ever. ]

That was... an effective start. [ He mumbles into Tech Boy's shoulder, sounding flustered but amused. Never mind how well acquainted he is with every part of Tech Boy, it's just... different, in this context. ] Do you intend to comfort me with thy rod and thy staff? [ He sure said that. There's a thoughtful pause. ] I'll have to move if you want a— self-portrait [ ? ] like that in return.

[ He can't help it. Tech Boy is shaking slightly in silent, delighted laughter at K's reaction. He honestly could not have asked for a better one, and the fact that K is pressed against him so he can feel the reaction in every way possible--well, that's the icing on the cake, isn't it? It's not that he's forgotten K's innocence in these matters, it's that Tech Boy has the honor of initiating K into the bizarre human relationship rituals of the early 21st century. He never stood a change against Tech Boy's mischief, and the god is so happy K approves.

After getting himself under control, the amusement and satisfaction is still evident in Tech Boy's voice. ]

No moving. Send me one later sometime. Surprise me.

[ He shifts slightly, taking care press suggestively against K in all the right places. ]

Common parlance is "sending a dick pic" to one's significant other. But you have an added advantage right now. Because usually it's done when the consenting partners aren't near each other.

[ Tech Boy gently untangled one of K's hands, leading it in a slow decent over his abs and down between his legs. ]

[ It's a pity he hadn't thought to undress completely before joining the blanket burrito. But the thin material barrier of his boxer-briefs doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination, with the deliberate way Tech Boy's pressing into him. Shifting a little, he nudges one of his legs in between Tech Boy's and tilts his head to nose at the back of his neck through his hair, exhaling a hot breath against his skin in a sigh. ]

Most of my experience lies in forensic photography. I might need your help getting the angle correct.

[ There's a smile in his voice and he willingly flattens out his hand that's being guided to maximise the skin-to-skin contact, in obvious appreciation. But aside from the incidental brush of the back of his hand against Tech Boy's erection, K intentionally stops short of touching him anywhere more fun just yet, instead smoothing his hand along his thigh. There's something to be said for anticipation.

A dick pic. Of course it's a thing — humanity's addicted to instant, crude gratification regardless of the time period or universe. But he can appreciate benefiting from a human ritual of this sort for once, it's a welcome change from being oppressed or victimised by them. And he's coming to realise there's one particular additional benefit to all this... Thoughtfully: ] I can put your pictures to good use when you're too busy to lend me a hand yourself. [ He's catching on. ]

[ K's warm breath on the back of Tech Boy's neck is very distracting and wonderful, but at the brush with the back of his hand, Tech Boy shivers and hisses the word Teasing! through gritted teeth. He calms when K rests on his thigh, but he's cutting a playful side-eye glare in K's general direction. Although K had been a complete novice at this just a few months ago, Tech Boy has zero complaints on his technique these days. K learns quickly, and it's the god who reaps the benefits. ]

I'll gladly help you with your angles. Practice makes perfect, and "forensic" is right out.

[ K is catching on quite splendidly. The thoughtful comment sends a rush of heat through Tech Boy's whole body, and even in the darkness under the pile of blankets, he has to shut his eyes for a moment. The mental image of that is delicious. ]

I would fucking hope so. That's what they're good for.

[ K's giving that more thought than he probably ought to, considering their present circumstances. One of the pitfalls of not having a one-track mind, perhaps. He falls quiet for a long moment, alternating between nuzzling into Tech Boy's hair and kissing his neck, while continuing to explore his body with a touch informed by experience. The playful glare has earned him several additional minutes of teasing before K eventually relents, just a bit, running his fingertips up the length of Tech Boy's cock with a little jokingly surprised noise like oh, what's this? I hadn't even noticed. ]

If that's what they're good for, why didn't you want any from me before? Is it less interesting when it's something you see in person all the time?

[ Even now it was K's own idea to send some pictures in return, not any sort of request, so he supposes there's the possibility Tech Boy's humouring him to spare his feelings. Matters of sexuality still often defy K's understanding, because the fact remains he doesn't experience it as a human does, regardless of anatomical similarities. ]

[ K's mind may be functioning at proper multitasking capacity, but Tech Boy is all but consumed by the teasing for the moment. Hiding here under the blankets and so thoroughly taken care of by K is an excellent method to simply shut everything else out. He's surrounded by the feel of K. The teasing is good. Better than good. And K's fingers finding their prize causes Tech Boy to suck in air through gritted teeth.

Still, his brain registers K's question just as clearly as if without distraction. He turns the question around at first. ]

Was it less interesting for you? Receiving scandalous pictures of something you can have any time you want?

[ He's referring to his whole self, but the topic is dicks. Speaking of which... if he moves a little more... Tech Boy can feel nearly K's entire length pressed against him. Why wouldn't he want a picture of that? It's honestly a shame he hasn't asked before. ]

If I said I was protecting your innocence, would you believe me?

Not at all. But I don't assume we feel exactly the same. And the human standards and human ways of thinking you're accustomed to don't apply to me... [ Then, very gently: ] I think sometimes you forget I'm not one.

[ You know, I've known a lot of your kind. All useful, but... with you, I sometimes forget.

The words come unbidden to his mind, a memory of the last conversation he had before waking up in Deerington. The subtle proposition from his handler using his own alcohol as an excuse. Presumably she'd wanted there to be an illusion of choice, of consent, to absolve her conscience of any guilt, because with him she sometimes forgot—

K's faint shudder can at least be passed off for a pleasant reaction, though the recollection unfortunately isn't doing him any favours when it comes to his arousal that's noticeably flagging. But in spite of that he takes Tech Boy's cock fully in hand and strokes it with a firmer grip, not wanting to let his memory ruin this for both of them. He's just grateful he can hide his face against Tech Boy's neck right now. ]

Is that why? I suppose I'll let you continue protecting it and not send any then. [ His voice may be a little strained, but it's a solid attempt at humour. ]

[ K's words give Tech Boy a moment of pause, sobering with thought. He has a point... sort of. Tech Boy is more familiar with human standards and expectations. But there is no chance that Tech Boy would forget that K isn't human. Even after months together, there are still some cues the god keeps missing. A failure on his own part. He'll have to take better care in the future.

The pensive thought process is, of course, completely undone when K strokes him. A small moan of pleasure escapes his lips at being given a small reprieve from the teasing. Tech Boy bites his lip... and his hand goes to K's wrist, gently stopping him. He projects gratitude and comfort (and certain named soft nebulous emotions), so hopefully K won't get the wrong idea. He wants to continue. The teasing and flirting and silly pictures are fun.

But. He knows what he feels in K's shift in demeanor. The god is selfish, but not that selfish. ]

Where did you go, handsome? Talk to me.

[ He doesn't move to turn towards K, but he does press a little more against him. ]

I don't forget. I don't mean to make you feel like I have. [ He runs his fingers over K's where they still hold his cock. Not discouraging. Curious. ]

I'm here. [ Desperately trying to ignore the very unsexy, traumatic cognitive dissonance and not think about— ]

I'm sorry I'm not better at this. [ And that he's not more human, or at least more like what Tech Boy expects, what he's used to. But K's come far enough not to assume he's being settled for; he knows Tech Boy chooses to be with him. ] And that I ask embarrassing questions because I don't understand... basic things.

[ A question that's yet to be answered, but he'd done his best to roll with the banter instead. A human partner certainly wouldn't require the most basic tenets of personhood and the human experience to be explained to them as often as K does. Sometimes it is... humiliating, because he wants a partnership, and to be able to contribute equally, not to be a pity project. Even having to be taught how to have sex like a human wasn't exactly his proudest moment, and he still struggles to understand most aspects beyond the physical mechanics. As evidenced by that embarrassing question. And don't more possibilities exist between an android and a technology god than just the physical act, too? But he worries Tech Boy prefers the more human approach and wouldn't find anything else as satisfying.

K works his other arm free from the blankets and curls it around Tech Boy's chest, shifting to hold him closer. Uncertain what else is wanted from him, his other hand has gone still as per the unspoken request. ]

Are you? [ in response to the first remark, without clarification. ]

You are. [ in response to being good at this. Again, without contextual clarification. ]

Why are you apologizing? [ He's frowning now and would have pulled away had K not chosen to hug him closer instead. Instead he lies still in the dark of the blankets that cover them both. The god's confused, having obviously missed a trick somewhere. His brows knit as he runs calculations in his head. While he thinks, he guides K's hand from between his legs to instead rest on his stomach. Tech Boy hugs K's arms to him now, holding on. ]

You understand plenty. More than most. [ Now it's Tech Boy's turn to be glad they can't see each other's faces. The god has to swallow his pride for this next part. ] But what am I not understanding here? What makes questions embarrassing?

[ A thought pings him. The question unanswered, hidden behind humor, obviously did not go over as well as he'd hoped. He'd missed something. His response now is unusually soft, slightly unsure. ] I was teasing. Hadn't even thought about pictures until I took that one. Never done that before. A spontaneous bit of fun. Or I thought it would be.

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It's not really the questions. Struggling to understand concepts and having to be taught things that are— innate to... [ Real people, K wants to say, not out of self-deprecation but to emphasise how other he always feels. ] Everyone else is what's embarrassing sometimes. But that's just the limitations of my programming and what I am. Like I said, human standards don't apply.

[ And he doesn't begin to know how to broach the topic of the upsetting memory and why it has him feeling so out of sorts — though Tech Boy might pick up fragments with how loud his thoughts are being — but figures it will only serve to make them both feel worse regardless. He's done enough damage already.

There's a pause as he attempts to navigate the emotional minefield he hadn't meant to lead them into. Something he manages about as elegantly as he usually does when it comes to emotions: ]

I'm glad you wanted to share it with me. It is fun. So is touching you.

[ Which is to say he blunders through it with the best intentions. He tried. And Tech Boy will feel him start to reach back down, but how far he'll get depends on how tight Tech Boy's holding onto him and whether he wants to allow it; K isn't going to fight against him. ]

... You've never done that before? [ This probably isn't the part he should be focusing on right now, but he's surprised by how that knowledge is affecting him. Not unlike how he'd felt when they'd finally given into their instincts and marked each other... only he isn't under any influence now. But he can't deny the strange, gratified possessiveness it has him feeling — and like they're closer to being on an equal footing, because it's another rare "first" that Tech Boy has experienced with him. He's relishing it.

And will definitely have to send some pictures in return now, if he hasn't completely ruined the fun of it for Tech Boy. ]

[ K's experience is unique to him, and Tech Boy does hope one day he'll have a better understanding of what he's gone though. So he could either help or harm as needed. In his own way, Tech Boy does have a lot of experience in being othered. It's not a strange or unfamiliar feeling to a technology god who is too artificial to fit in with humans and too human to fit in with the gods. He gets it. At least in part.

He's still frowning. ] But nothing is really innate, even to humans. I've seen it. Everyone learns. In one way or another, everyone learns from someone, even if the learning process is different. [ He continues frowning, turning it inward. ] I'm not going to criticize you for any concepts you're struggling with. Fuck, maybe I can even help you work it out. What's 100+ years of experience good for otherwise?

[ Tech Boy isn't holding onto K's arm too tightly and doesn't stop K's hand when it begins to move down his body again. But he also doesn't guide it like he'd done before. Considering the conversation, he's waiting to see what K decides to do.

He does, however, exhale a breath of laughter at the question. ] 100+ years of experience, and I never have. My very first one, and it's all yours. I've seen so many people exchange nude pictures, especially since the rise of smartphones, but I haven't had anyone I wanted to send a pic like that to. [ He gives a small half-shrug. ] Only you.

Edited 2020-09-06 12:00 (UTC)

[ K is quiet as he's absorbing what Tech Boy tells him, allowing the information to help him gradually reframe his feelings on the matter. The unexpected emotional whiplash still has him feeling raw, but the reassurance helps. And while it's grating to think he might actually have more in common with humanity — his oppressors — than he'd thought, it's at least comforting to know he probably hasn't been a pity project, then. It isn't as though Tech Boy has ever seemed to mind teaching him, but... ]

I want to be your partner. Not your burden. [ Though he isn't too proud to admit: ] But I probably need the help.

[ Leaning up, he playfully nips Tech Boy's earlobe before murmuring close to his ear in a much softer tone. ] And I like being the only one who gets these pictures.

[ The lack of guidance doesn't appear to discourage K. Within a few seconds he's resumed stroking Tech Boy, albeit more gently than before, without any particular intent now except wanting to make him feel good. But it does occur to him he may have hurt Tech Boy's feelings or given the wrong impression with the talk about being taught and how embarrassing it can be. If the god doesn't reach back down of his own accord, K will eventually reach up in search of his hand again.

I enjoy when you tell me and show me what you want.

A long pause follows that, and when he speaks again his voice is quiet. ] It was just a bad memory, before. Not anything you did. It happens sometimes. [ To Tech Boy as well, as they both know. K's made sure to never repeat that particular phrase again in any context. ] Just the wrong word or phrase...

[ It just hasn't ever happened while being intimate with his boyfriend before. Not an experience he wants to repeat, but at least now Tech Boy's aware of what happened and the possibility of it happening again (but hopefully not). That's a start? ]

Edited (minor fixes) 2020-09-07 01:05 (UTC)

You're not a burden. Far, far from it. [ His tone is insistent, and he's frowning again. ] I don't know where I'd be without you. Whatever help you need, I'm happy to provide. Really. Cross my heart.

[ Tech Boy scoots a little closer against K, pleased by the earlobe nibble despite the serious turn of the conversation. When K's hand finds its destination and begins gently stroking, Tech Boy's frown vanishes entirely, replaced by a low frequency mental hum of appreciation.

Glad you enjoy it because it's physically impossible for me to keep my opinion to myself.

The god's hand finds K's and rests on his wrist, providing gentle encouragement without changing a thing about what K is doing. No notes.

When K speaks again with a quiet voice, Tech Boy reaches behind himself to hold onto where he can reach without changing positions. K's thigh, it seems. He gives a light squeeze and twists a little to glace over his shoulder in the dark of their blanket cover. ]

These things do happen sometimes. [ TB remembers all too well. ] Are you okay?

[ Feeling Tech Boy settling into him again draws a sigh from K as he nuzzles back into his hair with a mumbled: ] I will be. [ The details aren't conducive to the mood he's trying to recover, but given how the memory affects him... he has to reluctantly admit to himself that it may warrant a conversation after all, no matter how awkward or painful. Just as Tech Boy had cared enough to explain why the playfully-intended request to show him had struck such a sour note. (Though it's still a little embarrassing knowing he did this to himself.) But first. ]

There is something you can help me with right now. [ Another attempt at humour, but one that might go over a bit better now, he thinks. A shift of his lower body and deliberate roll of his hips brings them closer to where they'd left off, and as he continues rocking into Tech Boy, friction and the solid press of the god against his body, the feel of him hard in his hand gradually achieves the rest.

K answers the mental hum with an audible hum of his own, and a smile has returned to his voice. ] I want more. Pictures of you. [ He tightens his arm that's still wrapped around Tech Boy's chest. With the reaction he'd received before, it seems like a topic worth exploring further... ] Will you be watching when I touch myself?

Anything-- [ Tech Boy groans softly. ] Anything at all I can do to help.

[ They'll have to return to the serious matter at some point, but if K is going to physically insist on a change of subject, who is Tech Boy to argue? What started as silly teasing had steadily grown more hot and heavy, and that makes it easier to focus on this one thing. The god wants so much to protect K from they intrusive thoughts that come into his mind, and if right now this is something he can do (or have done to him) that helps, far be it from Tech Boy to deny his partner anything.

K's holding him tightly, and Tech Boy cannot really express in words how good it feels to he held like that. And held like that, as K's hand stocking his cock reminds him. ]

You want more? You got it. I'll make sure you get more. [ Tech Boy's eyes are closed now, and his voice is a bit breathy. ] Do you want me watching you? Gonna show me what I'm missing? [ he massages where his hand is still on K's thigh. ] Or do you want your privacy? Leaving me wondering until you let me know in other ways?

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