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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. ]

[ Tech Boy doesn't have to be told twice and immediately buries his hand in K's hair. He still doesn't pull (yet), but his hold is firm. He's not guiding because K needs no guidance from him, and it's a struggle not to buck his hips even slightly in his excitement. After only a moment of blue screen non-thought, his free hand then joins the first, combing fingers through K's hair. Tech Boy exhales with a breathy moan. Oh, K is certainly doing this right.

The mood music widens the smile on his face, and he coughs out a little laugh between vocalizing his pleasure. No, even mentally, Tech Boy doesn't have the presence of mind to consider K's question with any real attention. Even when he regains it, he still may not have a very good answer to the question. Sometimes the semantics elude him on these kinds of things, but he does want to take the inquiry seriously... However, right now, it's everything he can do to not lift himself off the bed to thrust into K's mouth due to excitement.

He refrains, instead tightening his grip in K's hair with one hand. The voiceless communication between them means K has no reason to stop for any reason short of Tech Boy's orgasm--which is steadily building under K's thorough attentions. ]

[ As up close and very personal as he is with Tech Boy right now, he can sense the god's careful restraint. In his grip, in the taut muscles of his hip that are shifting beneath K's own hand. That he maintains such consideration even while losing himself in pleasure is one of the many ways in which he makes K feel not only loved, but respected, and he feels maybe a bit silly for getting emotional in the midst of giving head, but here we are. And he really wants to lean up and kiss Tech Boy — on the mouth, but settles for letting those warm emotions flow through their connection instead.

He does pull back as he releases Tech Boy's hip, but only so he can move into a better position for accommodating the thrusting that the god's been (admirably) holding himself back from doing. Thus far in their oral adventures his gag reflex has either been under control or just not particularly sensitive to begin with, but there's the matter of also needing to breathe, so some care still needs to be taken.

Using the tip of his tongue, he takes his time tracing the slit of Tech Boy's cock before eagerly sucking the head back between his lips again. Then with a hand on either of Tech Boy's hips, only loosely holding on now rather than restraining him, K urges him to move. ]

[ There really isn't a moment when Tech Boy isn't grateful for that unique connection they share. Kisses and warm emotions and other soft things while K is down there and doing that is really something special. Not limited to merely one or the other, it's a whole body and mind experience. Of course, K is making very sure that Tech Boy's conscious mind isn't really forming clear words at the moment, but he can reciprocate wordlessly through their bond.

Tech Boy eagerly follows along as K repositions, gasping softly in enjoyment as K teases with the tip of his tongue. When K takes him in again, Tech Boy's grip in K's hair tightens in expression of exactly how much he likes being in K's mouth. Given the freedom to move, he does so slowly, finding the best rhythm to feel absolutely everything that K has to offer. He doesn't want to climax too quickly, but K is making that very, very hard. The god hazards a glance down to look at K with his hands buried in his hair and decides that he can't watch or it will be over too quickly.

He flushes with pleasure and travels down their mental connection to impart the sensation of running a hand down K's body and between his legs. Physically, Tech Boy's hands are occupied, and a large portion of his thoughts are filled with K's attentions. He wants to touch K everything and to be touched everywhere himself. Further benefits of being able to communicate this way. He radiates his affection.

Tech Boy arches his back a little and shivers with sensation. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers the whiplash of a serious conversation, but the front of his thoughts are carnal and for his beloved alone. ]

[ It isn't the first time Tech Boy has employed that particular tactic of providing sensation without physically touching him, but it never ceases to surprise K in the best way. The act stirs a sense of possessiveness in him knowing it most likely wouldn't be possible with anyone else, because of what they both are, and the nature of their connection. It's always curiously gratifying having some things that are solely his own like this... He moans his appreciation around the cock in his mouth and bows his head to take it deeper, only stilling again when he can feel it brushing the back of his throat. ]

Don't want to watch? [ He's pleased his efforts are having that much of an effect and he knows exactly why Tech Boy isn't watching — but that won't prevent some teasing.

With his hands mostly free now, K shifts partially onto his side and reaches to touch himself through the straining fabric of his boxer-briefs, relieving a little of the pleasurable ache. Undressing fully would require moving which is out of the question at the moment, so this is good enough. And should he catch Tech Boy looking again at any point, he'll intentionally slow the movements of his hand to provide a bit of a show and emphasise his own enjoyment. ]

[ Tech Boy groans in response to the question, and his hips give a twitch in excitement. He does want to watch. Very much so. The teasing is delicious but dangerous. It would take a man with a much higher self control not to cave to this request, but Tech Boy has a very good reason to keep his eyes closed. If he watches, he'll climax. And if he does that, K is going to stop what he's doing, and Tech Boy isn't ready for that to be over. He rakes his fingers through K's hair and takes a slightly firmer grip. The sight of it is practically visible in his mind's eye. Tech Boy inhales slowly as he lewdly rolls his hips with a steady rhythm. Mere words cannot express how much he is enjoying this, and luckily there is no need for either of them to rely on mere words. Tech Boy makes K damn sure that he knows is, as if his body and inability to construct coherent thought isn't enough.

When K shifts his position, Tech Boy can feel K's hand move to caress himself. The way they're connected with the god's attention on that exact part of K's anatomy, Tech Boy squirms a little with pleasure feedback. His eyes open now because he has has to look at the gorgeous man displaying himself before him. K's intentionally slow demonstration of his enjoyment, the god's hand deep in K's hair while his cock is deep in K's mouth. A flushing warmth threatens to overtake him, but Tech Boy manages to get himself under control by biting his lip. He watches K's hand move with a fixation. If he were to make eye contact with K in this moment--his orgasm is too near to the surface. Not yet, not yet, but he aches to take hold of K's erection himself. To curl his thin, clever fingers around K's cock and take that heat into himself. ]

Harder. [ Whether this is a request for K's mouth or his hand, Tech Boy does not specify. More. Please. ]

[ If Tech Boy doesn't want to watch just yet, there are other ways to help fuel his imagination. That unmistakable sound of wet sucking, encouraging noises with every tug against K's hair, a drawn out moan that becomes muffled when Tech Boy's cock hits the back of his throat again, only this time he manages to swallow around it. A conspicuous swell of pride follows this success, easily felt through their connection; if deep-throating is the Olympics of dick sucking, K figures he's close to qualifying one of these times.

He doesn't need to look up to know when he's finally won his captive audience. The heat of the god's gaze is practically palpable, and in moments like this K thinks he might understand what it is to be worshiped. Knowingly worshiped. ]

Why don't you take what you want. [ Even as addled with arousal as his thoughts are, he still chooses his words with care. There's a fine distinction between taking and being used, one that he knows is important to both of them. One that he's also only too happy to demonstrate himself. ] Or should I?

[ Because as it so happens, more is exactly what he wants, too, and every twitch and sound of pleasure he manages to coax from Tech Boy in turn only makes him redouble his efforts. Tightening his grip, he begins stroking himself more firmly as requested, and slides his other hand back up to Tech Boy's thigh, squeezing, before slipping between his legs again to cup and gently fondle his balls. As best he can, he coordinates every movement with the steady rise and fall of Tech Boy's hips. ] I want to taste you. [ And with the entire length of Tech Boy's cock already in his mouth, there can be little doubt as to what he's meaning. ]

[ In the dick sucking Olympics, Tech Boy would definitely be giving K the gold. The god's mind is singularly focused for the first time in what feels like an eternity. Nothing in the world, real or dream, matters except for the heat of K's mouth, the touch of his skin, the sight and sound of sex, and the power of their union. It's true that Tech Boy would worship K in this moment, the full weight of his attention on the man who touches both his softest and hardest places. His perfect partner. The mans who dragged him out of the sea and who is now determined to undo the god completely.

K's question: Why don't you take what you want? What more could he possibly want? Caught up in ecstasy as he is, Tech Boy couldn't take charge because he is already getting everything he desires. He yearns to touch K, but not at the cost of removing himself from their current arrangement.

Or should I? Tech Boy swears with a sharp intake of breath. K taking what he wants... it's almost enough to short-circuit Tech Boy's mind with arousal.

Tech Boy's grip tightens as K complies with the request to go harder. He's watching openly, taking in every erotic flex of muscle and the friction of motion. It's--ah!--he's trying not to end this too quickly, but his body twitches against his wishes, overwhelmed to the point of bursting.

Choking out a short laugh, he wears colorfully again. ] Then I'll give you what you want. I'm going to-- [ A shiver runs through him, and he sort of taps K with the hand in his hair as a warning, almost too late as it overtakes him. He climaxes with a groan, clinging to K as the pleasure rolls through him. Tech Boy taps into the shared part of their consciousness to push the sensation of his orgasm through their connection. Whether or not it brings K to his own, Tech Boy wants him to know in more ways than one just how hard K made him come. ]

[ Getting to experience an orgasm this way, without any of the usual limitations imposed by a design that favours combat efficacy over physical intimacy, defies description — K feels each pulse of pleasure nearly as though they're occurring within his own body. The sudden overload of sensation is incredibly startling, but he manages not to falter (too much) as he finally gets exactly what he wants, afterward taking his time to suck Tech Boy clean, thoroughly ensuring he hasn't missed a drop. And continues for a few moments beyond that, more gently now, knowing how sensitised Tech Boy's cock will be. He pulls off before pleasure can tip into discomfort.

Even if his own orgasm remains more elusive (did it happen simultaneously with Tech Boy's? even he isn't sure at the moment), he doesn't seem concerned about pursuing it, content to bask in what he feels is a well-earned afterglow. He closes his eyes and breathes out a quiet sigh against Tech Boy's chest as he settles onto it, slowly running one hand up the god's side while still lightly fondling him with the other. ]

Is that what you meant by touching my programming? [ Because that certainly qualified as intense. There's a smile in his voice. ] I wonder what that'd feel like when I'm inside you. [ If the throb of interest between his legs at the mere thought is anything to go by, it may be an idea worth exploring. ]

[ The refresh time on Tech Boy's brain is much faster than his body, but the singular sensation of pleasure lingers. He makes soft little grunt noises as K finishes his gentle ministrations, running his fingers lightly through K's hair as he does and catching his breath.

Tech Boy shifts slightly to allow K a more comfortable cuddle position, curling one arm around K's shoulders and pulling him close. The sigh against his skin causes him to shiver a little, and he chuckles softly. A very well-deserved afterglow, indeed.

K's musing about using that particular trick again causes Tech Boy's cock to twitch with interest. He moans softly, and it quickly enough turns into another chuckle. ] I-- Yeah. Yeah, that's kinda what I meant. I felt it. I could feel you everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

[ K's eyes are closed, but the god smiles down at him. ] You're incredible. [ Idly, still sensitive from orgasm, he brushes against the fringes of K's programming again with the lightest touch. ] Love you. Fuck. We have to try that again. [ The Technical Boy, master of eloquence. How did you end up with such a smooth talker, K? ] But. Not just yet. [ He's still unwilling, or maybe unable, to move. Spent and happy. ] Right now, this is perfect.

[ The return to full-body contact has K practically melting into Tech Boy's touch, both the physical and— the brush against his programming is rewarded with a breathy moan as it sends a phantom ripple of sensation across his still buzzing nerves. That was... intriguing. He makes his full appreciation known as he shifts his lower body to press a bit more firmly against Tech Boy's thigh, seeking friction, still hard. Or — again?

Since he's still not entirely sure what happened in that perfect moment, overwhelmed as he was by the intensity of a vicarious orgasm unlike anything he's known before. Different from how his own normally feel. Replicant technology does have its limitations... perhaps intentionally, given they're designed to be used by humanity, not to lead full lives of their own. But he isn't thinking about that. Between the physical affection and loving words, he can't help but agree: ]

It is. You are. [ Perfect. His next words are punctuated with a kiss to Tech Boy's collarbone. ] And I love you. [ He gives a thoughtful hum, an edge of amusement seeping into his tone. ] I guess you may've already cleverly answered my other question.

[ Because if there is a quantifiable difference between having sex and making love, he suspects it may come down to the emotions involved. And Tech Boy unequivocally makes him feel loved, more than anything. ]

[ Tech Boy suppresses an inappropriate giggle when K presses proof of his erection against his thigh. There's nothing funny about it. It's just that he's very happy in this moment, and the smile on his face is threatening to spill over. Luckily, the noise he does make is closer to a playful moan than laughter, so the moment retains its peaceful contentment. At least for the moment. ]

Of course I'm clever. Which question was that? [ He's pretty sure he knows, but if it's what he thinks it is, he's still stalling for time. ] What did you determine is the answer?

[ Tech Boy's hand slides up to stroke the back of K's neck for a moment before moving back down onto his back. He rakes his nails lightly over K's skin, managing to draw a shiver from himself when the intention had been to get one from K. This does earn the bark of a laugh which he quickly stifles into quiet giggles. He'll calm down in a moment, but he's sensitive and ticklish and very pleased. Tech Boy radiates this emotion strongly enough for K to feel it. Please forgive him for his giddy excitement, K. That's how good he's feeling right now. ]

[ K's low huff of laughter is muffled against Tech Boy's chest as he contentedly arches into his touch. The giddy mood is contagious. The only thing that might make this better would be finally removing his underwear, but that would, unfortunately, require moving and he's too comfortable where he is. He slides his hand up Tech Boy's body in a slow caress, stopping over his heart to lightly stroke the skin there, and nuzzles into him, murmuring, ] You're either a bad actor or I've discovered the secret to shutting off your mind.

[ Taking into account what they'd been doing at the time... he decides it's a distinct possibility that Tech Boy simply doesn't remember.

But wondering if the question is just so awkward that Tech Boy would rather feign ignorance than answer it brings a pang of self-consciousness, about K's own very real ignorance when it comes to these things. What he thinks must be basic concepts for everyone else — anyone who isn't a single digits old artificial being with implanted false memories and programmed knowledge, anyway. Having encyclopedic knowledge is only so useful without the context needed to understand certain concepts, and sometimes only lived experience can provide that. ]

Sweetie. Handsome. Love. Whole civilizations could rise and fall while you're doing that, and I wouldn't even notice. Fuck, that's the quietest my mind has been since the invention of the Internet. [ He continues running his nails lightly over K's skin, drawing little squiggly pictures, content as a cat. ] All thanks to you. [ That's actually kind of a big deal for a god whose mind is connected at all times to a living, expanding network. It's peaceful here, wrapped around each other, buzzing from strong emotion. ] I'm a pretty bad actor, but without a doubt you found the right switch.

[ The question isn't awkward as much as it's something Tech Boy had never taken the time to think about. He could point at the difference between having sex and making love, but he couldn't have explained it. When before meeting K had he ever felt love to actually experience that difference? That distinction means everything to him now. He curls a little to kiss the top of K's hair and inhales the scent of him, breathing softly. ]

I could spend my life making love to you. [ Pulling K closer, Tech Boy hums the tune softly. It did take him a minute to retrieve that song, but he remembers. Of course he does. ] I think we've gotten off to a damn good start.

[ Oh, he does remember. His words warm something in K and provoke him to finally move, shifting his way up the bed to capture Tech Boy's mouth in a kiss. As he deepens it, he gets a little thrill from the thought of Tech Boy possibly tasting himself in his mouth, and spends a very long moment enjoying that. ]

And it gets better every time. [ He sounds quietly delighted, still soaking in the giddy mood. It's made even better by Tech Boy's use of pet names; K has a definite weakness for that. ] You enjoyed it that much... [ But he's guessing it's a bit more involved than just enjoying the act in and of itself, because — well. Even with his eager dedication to Tech Boy's pleasure and learning everything that leaves him as boneless and sated as he likes to leave K himself, it's hard to imagine his skills are that impressive. In a reflection of his thoughts, his hand finds the healed-over bite scar he'd given Tech Boy and he delicately traces the shape of it with his fingers. ] It was good. You touching my programming like that. [ And if that wasn't even the full capacity of what Tech Boy had meant... Then, quietly, ] You like when I take what I want from you?

[ Not that there was truly any "taking" involved. There has never been a question of consent between them. But it hasn't escaped his notice how much Tech Boy seems to enjoy when he's forceful, and K's own feelings of possessiveness have never been a secret, even if they tend to be subtle in expression... aside from the scar he's tracing over, the mate to his own. And he can't deny how good it feels belonging to each other in this way, with the passage of time only strengthening the connection he's always felt with the god. His god. ]

[ Oh, he can definitely taste himself in that kiss. It's enough to cause his cock to twitch, and as the kiss deepens, blood flow begins to return. Tech Boy had no idea this would be his body's reaction, but he's already very eager to try this again. Many times. And reversed. And K's talking again, but he's so distracted by sensation that it takes him a moment to catch up to the words.

But he's in for a treat when he does. His voice is breathy. ]

I enjoyed it that much. Fuck. So much.

[ Tech Boy doesn't want to leave K with the impression that he prefers this over anything else they do together, but there is a quantifiable need to emphasize how much he enjoys K's technique and to encourage more of this. Or variations of this. Or more of just about anything so long as he and K get to be alone together doing it. Clothing optional. ...and from there Tech Boy starts thinking about ways to have more partially clothed sex in addition to the intimate time they spend naked. (Road head springs to mind, and he's suddenly overcome with the mental image of lying across the spinner's seats to unfasten K's pants while they're in the air--)

Tech Boy shivers at K's touch on the bite scar, moaning a little. His body throbs, remembering the intensity of the bite. The scar is only sensitive under K's touch, sparking a instant rush of lust and a possessiveness that mirror's K's own. His thoughts follow K's words, and now he's thinking about reaching out for K's programming in the heat of the moment. I wonder what that'd feel like when I'm inside you. It's nearly enough to make him pant. K may get the answer to his wondering sooner rather than later.

The emotional projection of 'his god', K's very own personal god, strokes Tech Boy like a physical touch. He moans, giving K the lightest touch back on the fringes of his programing in response. He pulls at K until he's fully on top of him, Tech Boy pressed to the bed under K's solid weight. ]

[ He's less quiet in his response to K's question. ] I like when you take what you want from me. When you claim me. Make me yours again and again.

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