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[ 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.

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[ 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? ]

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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?

You are helping. [ Leaning up and slightly over Tech Boy, he kisses the side of his face. ] And it's more fun if you're watching, isn't it?

[ It's also entirely possible K's still missing the point of the act, since he isn't sure whether he'd get as much out of the experience without an audience. Without doing it for the benefit of someone else's pleasure. Which is — probably not normal, he's realising. Tech Boy hasn't wanted to be watched, after all, or at least hasn't suggested it, and the way he's emphasising the offer of privacy...

K's quiet for a few moments thinking on it, keeping the movements of his hand steady. Maybe this is normal for an android who's meant to be property. His body doesn't belong to himself; it shouldn't be surprising if his programming may similarly influence or restrict his sexuality. ]

Unless it'd be weird? [ It all sort of ties back into the other topics, and what he'd meant about not being human. He debates for another long moment before admitting: ] Sometimes I'm not sure I can tell the difference between my wants and my programming. What do you want?

[ In all honesty, the reason Tech Boy keeps presenting K with these seemingly arbitrary choices, asking K what he wants at intermittent times, is a sort of test of K's programming's limitations. Because the god has tried so hard not to impose his own will on K (being a technology god with an android lover, it is something he worries about constantly), he is attempting to be more subtle. Clearly not always to the desired effect. But sometimes. ]

'S not weird. You're gorgeous, and it would be my pleasure to watch. Really. My pleasure.

[ He rocks himself against K, indicating exactly how much it would be his pleasure. Opening his eyes again, Tech Boy is thoughtful, regardless of his attention also being on their physical intimacy. ]

How can we find out, I wonder? [ This isn't spoken aloud. ] I'm a god. I'm greedy. I like having what I want. But what I want is to give you what you want, too. How do we find out what that is? So I can get what I want, by giving you yours.

My programming's part of who I am... so maybe being able to tell the difference doesn't matter that much?

[ The difficulty of differentiating between his programming and his wants is a far more nuanced concept than he really knows how to put into words, for the reason he just offered. Who he is can't be separated from what he is. But he's also become more than his programming, and he knows this now. So it does matter, but he isn't sure how to adequately answer Tech Boy's questions.

But he can at least reassure him. ]

I want you. I want this. [ Just so they're clear on that. ] But I don't want to waste your time. You don't... have to watch. [ His tone is both amused and a bit self-conscious. He likes the thought of Tech Boy watching, but — would he really even get anything out of it? Just watching? He undoubtedly has more productive ways to spend his time. K's just not convinced that it isn't weird to have suggested it, and now he's feeling shy. ]

I know you try not to go near it, but you can feel it. The programming. You don't have to be scared of it.

[ Or rather, he doesn't have to be scared of how directly interacting with that programming might affect K. If he can endure the proverbial inelegant fumbling of humans, how could a technology god taking a look be in any way worse? And even though the technology originates from an alternate world to Tech Boy's, exploring the coding might still help him to better understand. ]

No time with you is a waste. I want to watch you. That would be fun. I don't choose to do anything I don't want to.

[ of course there are extenuating circumstances. Tech Boy has been forced to do a lot of things he hasn't wanted to. But this is a choice. He'll always choose K. A sentiment that needs spoken more often maybe. ]

I'll always choose you. You're the best use of my time.

[ He shifts against K deliberately with teasing sexual intent. They don't need to be explicitly fucking for Tech Boy to feel completely satisfied, and the inside of his head is humming faintly with contentment. The urgency for sexual congress has passed, and it's enough to be held and make each other feel good and feel comforted. Even if the world outside this bed is a disaster, this is nice. ]

Out here, you're stronger than me. So you're gentle--unless I don't want you to be. But in there, I'm stronger than you. Stronger than anyone. I don't want to hurt you, even if I'm gentle. [ He's quiet for a long moment. ] But I am curious. If I can understand it, maybe I can help you better.

I'd like you watching me. [ K finally just admits before his self-doubt can force him to retreat even farther. And he may have approximately no idea of how to put on a good show, but— ] Almost as much as I'd like you touching me, too.

[ His train of thought is growing a bit muzzy with the way Tech Boy keeps moving against him, the cumulative effect making it hard to focus. For a few moments he stops trying to, and instead indulges his urge to pull Tech Boy onto his back, still within the blanket cocoon. A proper kiss is the first order of business now, as he moves to cover Tech Boy's body and press him solidly into the mattress.

It underlines what he'd said about their respective strengths. K had to learn restraint and even still, it's something he remains consciously aware of when they're together, especially in this way. He's always careful. And that's in a straightforward, purely physical capacity. It isn't hard to imagine the mental and technological equivalent of this restraint may be exponentially more complicated by its very nature. ]

I think I understand. [ He worries he may have sounded flippant before, and tries to correct it now. ] Your concern is warranted. It would be a lot to ask of you... Maybe more than what's fair. [ It also has him thinking about their past conversation on the possibility of altering his programming — something that's been on his mind more frequently lately with the widely-dreaded October approaching. ]

[ Tech Boy lets out a small squeak of surprise when K pulls him onto his back, stifling a giggle despite everything else they've been talking about. He arches into the press of K's body, closing his eyes and moaning softly to the kiss. K is so careful with his physical strength, but it does have its advantages and a profoundly positive effect on Tech Boy's desire.

He wraps his arms around K, squeezing once then sliding his hands over K's back, pressing his fingertips into his skin. Tech Boy teases lightly with his fingernails, pulling K's weight down against him. ]

Nothing you can ask will be more than what's fair. [ Talking this way is better because it means they can keep kissing. K has no need to worry about his perceived tone. ] I could touch you there, your programming, if you want it. It'll be intense. [ That's a whole new type of intimacy. He hopes he's ready for it. ]

I want you to touch every part of me.

[ It is exceptionally useful being able to speak in this manner, and K takes full advantage of not having to break the kiss to respond while shivering lightly from the sensation of Tech Boy's fingers against his skin. Given the nature of what they're discussing, and it being an entirely new form of intimacy for both of them, after more thought he decides to make his choice — and consent — explicitly clear. It feels important to. ]

Yes. I trust you. [ Even mentally, his next words are noticeably tinged with wry humour: ] Go slow, please.

[ But he may want to hold off a little while before initiating anything, because K has further plans for his mouth right now.

He moves down Tech Boy's body, taking his time pressing kisses to his skin before pausing to take him by the hips, grip firm without being uncomfortable. It serves as both an indication of his intentions and to hold the god still, accounting for any reflexive movement of his hips that might happen as K drags his tongue up the length of his cock. Drawing the head into his mouth, he sucks wetly, working the foreskin with his lips and tongue, and after a moment reaches to gently cup and fondle his balls at the same time. Imitating as best he can some of his favourite things that Tech Boy does to him. Whatever he may still lack in experience or skill, he'll make up for with enthusiasm; he genuinely enjoys bringing Tech Boy pleasure, in any form. ]

I'll go slow. I'll be gentle.

[ The wryness is noted, but he's taking that explicit consent with complete seriousness. It cannot be overemphasized how little most people trust him, so every reinforcement from K lights a fire in him. Tech Boy would do anything, anything at all for K. They may have their occasional misunderstandings, but this devotion is an undeniable truth. One day, he may even be able to express this in a satisfactorily definitive manner.

He squirms and makes a small noise as K begins kissing down his body, but when K takes him by the hips and it dawns on Tech Boy where K is headed (pun intended), he inhales with a shallow gasp. It's a good thing K took hold of him because he can't seem to stay still in his excitement. The moment K's mouth is on him causes Tech Boy's mind to briefly blue screen. K's lack of experience has never been a problem in bedroom scenarios, and for as much as the orally fixated god enjoys giving head--K has clearly been paying attention. The enthusiastic effort has nothing to make up for. It has Tech Boy's rigid approval. Closing his eyes to focus on the sensation, one of Tech Boy's hands reaches down to K's hair. It hovers, touching only gently as he projects his approval. Again he's grateful that K has him by the hip, because he's rapidly feeling unable to be still. But he is, under that careful hand, for both their sakes.

Tech Boy can't seem to form words at the moment, instead moaning his pleasure at this turn of events. ]

You can pull. [ The suggestion is made while subtly tilting his head into Tech Boy's touch. ] Let me know how much you like being in my mouth.

[ And K sinks down to take as much of Tech Boy's cock into his mouth as he dares to, his cheeks hollowing as he provides some extra encouragement with a content hum. A bit of hair pulling isn't going to hurt him, and provoking these kinds of reactions makes him feel as though he's doing this right. ]

I've always wondered— [ The melody of a song Tech Boy should recognise drifts through their connection as K thinks of it; a little mental mood music, as it were. The lyrics were the first time he encountered the euphemism he's curious about. ] What's the difference between having sex and making love?

[ He does realise the question may require more coherent thought than the god is capable of at the moment, which is why he doesn't pause what he's doing to wait for an answer, his grip on Tech Boy's hip tightening as he alternates between sucking and lighter, teasing licks. If needs be the answer can come later, after Tech Boy has. ]

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