( the lick certainly does something. it's all pressure against sensors, albeit some of the most technologically advanced sensor systems that exist in his world. but it's doing something that he's genuinely never experienced before. admittedly no one has ever licked him before, but even so. it's pressure against sensors, but his skin practically sparks in response and he imagines he would probably huff out a response to the sensation if he had lungs. instead he just lets out that odd little whirring hum again, barely a second in length.
he feels alive. )
Since you asked so nicely.
( there's that snark. he mumbles his response but he complies quickly enough. it's a quick little move - he hooks a foot under a calf and tucks a hand under an arm and as quick as that their positions switch as he rolls them over. it's easy, a brief reminder of just how much strength his synthetic body possesses, and he follows the move with a strain upwards to seek out another kiss.
there's a lot of sensors on his tongue, okay. )
I want to make you feel good, ( this is a little louder, commented almost against juno's lips, and his hands drop to juno's thighs, slide up to grasp his hips. it's not quite hard enough to bruise, but he could. he considers. he might want to. ) so tell me how.
he doesn't anticipate it - then again, most of connor's various displays of strength are hard to anticipate. he doesn't look nearly as strong as he is, and one minute juno feels weightless before the next he's straddling connor's hips, feeling his hands climb up to hold him in place. the tilt of his head is enough to get juno to press a kiss to his mouth again, bowed over and smoothing palms over perfect collar bones, unmarred shoulders.
he knows connor has some weird stuff going on his mouth (stuff that his hazy mind only recalls in clips and snippets), but it's enough to remember to kiss him for a while, to listen to the faint buzzing hum that surfaces from connor's throat like a static sigh between their lips parting.
juno swears he can taste... electricity. ozone. somewhere. taste the way it smells. ] S'not that hard.
[ a hand braced beside connor's shoulder, hips canted a little forward where he knows the sensitivity of connor's chassis seems to kick up in a realistic way. he won't know until he unbuckles his belt sure, but hey. he touches the center of it and flicks the first part up like that's going to say it all. he lets the sound of it hover in the silence of his own breath, desperate to catch itself because each inhale feels bereft of something more. ]
Could take this off for starters. You're overdressed.
( it's all been close enough to human responses that connor hasn't been too bothered up until this point. sure, whirring isn't exactly a human moan but it isn't so far off that it's bizarre. his skin buzzes and he's sure juno can feel it even through his synth skin, but it's not an electric shock. it's still the right side of normal, and he hasn't had to think about anything else too much.
except he probably should have thought a little, because juno's hand fall to connor's belt and he remembers with a sudden rush that hits him like a train.
now that he knows isn't pleasant. )
I should- ( he starts, but how the hell do you phrase this? 'my designers decided that human sex organs were an unnecessary cost when producing my model'? 'i was not intended for a purpose that required genitalia'? 'i don't have a dick'? ) before- you should know what you're getting into.
( he should have brought this up immediately, or at least much earlier. now, halfway naked and buzzing under each touch, it's just a little awkward, and connor's eyes fix on juno's chest rather than making eye contact. it's just awkward now, uncomfortable, and entirely the opposite of what every instinct in his body is telling him to chase. he leans up, presses his lips gently into the hollow of juno's collar bone.
[ juno's fingers trail along the metal of the belt's buckle as connor leans up to press his mouth into his collar bone. the sensation feels like a match to dry tinder and he bites his lip as it happens, shifting because he's trying to listen between the rush of his blood in his ears and the frantic desire to just tell connor to shut up and that he's doing fine but...
the sentence comes out and juno's mouth opens a little. ]
Oh.
[ not disparaging or upset. the timbre isn't like that. it's more of an acknowledgement of what's been said. the nuance of it. he stops hovering up on his knees and sits soundly on connor's thighs, arms and hands coming around to keep him sat up further now against him. he leaves the belt buckle alone in favor of touching connor's chest again - circling the very center of it delicately, coming up to dust his skin with his calluses. ]
Is that all?
[ when he gathers himself, shaking his head, a half laugh-slash-not-very-attractive snort edging out of him. ]
God you are... so weird... [ feverish and fond, he lifts a hand to connor's cheek and pats it once, like a weak slap, something out of their first meeting but kinder. ] It's fine.
[ thumb hooking around connor's chin to keep him looking up at him now - to meet his eyes. juno is flushing dark, looking incredulous behind hooded eyes, pressing in close with his body because the contact is what he craves so desperately at this point. ] Can I see?
( he doesn't have a preconstruction for the reaction to that little bombshell, but even if he had managed to focus long enough to cobble one together this isn't even close to what he was expecting.
his body twitches slightly under the hand at his chest. it's not exposed but connor can still feel his thirium pump stuttering slightly under the touch. there's an edge of danger that bites at his heels and leaves him a little shaky. but he's trying to focus on the matter at hand here.
or lack thereof, because juno genuinely seems to not....care at all. interesting. )
It might make things...complicated.
( as if it wasn't already complicated. as if it wasn't already a mess of an android without a programmed ability to feel pleasure attempting to circumvent that with strange touches and overextended kisses. as if it wasn't already a new blooming friendship thrust into a bed courtesy of a tainted red light drink.
juno's eyes bore into his, and connor guesses he would probably blush right now if that were possible. in response he drops his hands to his belt, unbuckling and slipping it off in a smooth motion. the jeans button follows, and the zipper, but he doesn't actually pull them down yet. )
Yeah. ( his voice hitches slightly and he moves his hands to grip juno's thighs again, squeezing a couple of times. ) Yeah, it's okay.
( he expects it to tailspin around about now, but that's fine. the touching was working well, right? )
[ typically juno doesn't care about this kind of thing.
the way he is right now? he really doesn't care about it. it's not to be flippant - he's just hot as hell and connor's hands on him are the only thing abating the fever that he feels is straight up devouring him. he watches connor, sat back on his heels, as he unbuckles his belt, opens his trousers, but leaves them like that, easy to slip off but not quite there yet.
the hands on his thighs, though. there are nerves there, nervousness that juno is pretty sure on day one wouldn't have even been a thing connor displayed. he rests his hands for half a second on his knuckles, meant to soothe maybe.
reassure.
before he reaches forward and nudges connor back down with a kiss (it's desperate and hungry, but with a message there that says "don't worry, it's alright." juno's seldom ever been the reassuring type, but connor needs it. he can feel it in the tension in his hips, in the way he has to skate his fingers down his sides to hook them into the rim of his pants and pull them down slowly. he follows them with his mouth, dry kisses planted just below his pectorals, down the line of his stomach, trailing further and further until he meets fabric, until fabric gives way.
connor wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't equipped.
he's literally... got nothing down there. juno takes care (care! wow!) not to stare for very long, a bat of his eyelashes in a single blink before he seems to shrug it off and continue his slow path of kissing down along connor's hips, hands pulling his pants all the way down to his knees, and then further to take them all the way off. ]
Still you, doesn't matter. We can make it work just fine, [ what are words? juno says, and it's half a laugh out his mouth as he lets connor's pants drop to the floor, fingering his thighs a little bit as he lifts his head. he wets his lips a little, thinking for a long moment before thumbing connor's inner thigh. ] ... can I touch?
( connor's hands had settled quite comfortably on juno's thighs, but when the other man starts moving to shift his pants down his hips connor has to find a new place to touch. his hands skate up to his hips, move to his waist, run up his chest. moving higher and higher in a perfect mirror to juno's travel south.
his drive is reacting a little differently - juno craves the touch, skin burning under connor's hands as he seeks the contact. connor, conveniently, just wants to touch. he works hard to keep his hands in contact with juno's skin near constantly as they shift around one another to shed the last of his clothes. )
It's okay.
( connor hums softly, skin still buzzing slightly where juno had pressed his lips along his torso. he can feel each point of contact and it takes work to keep his skin intact.
that would be too much, even with how well this is going so far. )
I want- yes.
( it's hard to string the words together, processors whirring hard to dismiss the constant pop ups appearing in his UI to detail every single aspect of the situation from the movements to the environment.
a list of fibre blends used in the sheets under his back appears at the exact time a notification informs him of the thumb pressing into his thigh, as a flashing sign informs connor of the break down of components making up the saliva tracing juno's lips.
it's a lot.
so he clears them all and moves his hands. one brushes along juno's shoulders, curls around his biceps and just holds. the other moves to juno's hair, tangling his fingers in and gripping lightly. not enough to hurt, but enough that he can feel it. )
[ it's all the incentive he needs. the heat in his belly is burning upwards (and downwards), radiating enough that when he gets the go ahead, he goes down immediately, mouth and all. his shoulders part connor's thighs, pulling them up, and yes they're weighty, but he kind of likes that - connor's sturdier than he looks. the synthetic skin is strange-feeling on his, but not unpleasant as he presses close, kisses below his navel, kisses further down along his hips again.
a hand rests in his hair and he hums, lifting his own hand and gripping over the other. it's okay to pull. unspoken, but there as his mouth finally rests against the apex of his thighs.
and then he parts lips and lays his tongue flat and wide against the plane of skin, stroking up with the soft sound of breath. and again. and again. he presses a wet kiss where something else ought to be, but with about as much gusto as he'd give anyone else.
when he looks up, it's glassy-eyed, but curious, fingers curled around connor's thighs for a reaction. ]
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he feels alive. )
Since you asked so nicely.
( there's that snark. he mumbles his response but he complies quickly enough. it's a quick little move - he hooks a foot under a calf and tucks a hand under an arm and as quick as that their positions switch as he rolls them over. it's easy, a brief reminder of just how much strength his synthetic body possesses, and he follows the move with a strain upwards to seek out another kiss.
there's a lot of sensors on his tongue, okay. )
I want to make you feel good, ( this is a little louder, commented almost against juno's lips, and his hands drop to juno's thighs, slide up to grasp his hips. it's not quite hard enough to bruise, but he could. he considers. he might want to. ) so tell me how.
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he doesn't anticipate it - then again, most of connor's various displays of strength are hard to anticipate. he doesn't look nearly as strong as he is, and one minute juno feels weightless before the next he's straddling connor's hips, feeling his hands climb up to hold him in place. the tilt of his head is enough to get juno to press a kiss to his mouth again, bowed over and smoothing palms over perfect collar bones, unmarred shoulders.
he knows connor has some weird stuff going on his mouth (stuff that his hazy mind only recalls in clips and snippets), but it's enough to remember to kiss him for a while, to listen to the faint buzzing hum that surfaces from connor's throat like a static sigh between their lips parting.
juno swears he can taste... electricity. ozone. somewhere. taste the way it smells. ] S'not that hard.
[ a hand braced beside connor's shoulder, hips canted a little forward where he knows the sensitivity of connor's chassis seems to kick up in a realistic way. he won't know until he unbuckles his belt sure, but hey. he touches the center of it and flicks the first part up like that's going to say it all. he lets the sound of it hover in the silence of his own breath, desperate to catch itself because each inhale feels bereft of something more. ]
Could take this off for starters. You're overdressed.
[ it is hot. you're just dumb. ]
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except he probably should have thought a little, because juno's hand fall to connor's belt and he remembers with a sudden rush that hits him like a train.
now that he knows isn't pleasant. )
I should- ( he starts, but how the hell do you phrase this? 'my designers decided that human sex organs were an unnecessary cost when producing my model'? 'i was not intended for a purpose that required genitalia'? 'i don't have a dick'? ) before- you should know what you're getting into.
( he should have brought this up immediately, or at least much earlier. now, halfway naked and buzzing under each touch, it's just a little awkward, and connor's eyes fix on juno's chest rather than making eye contact. it's just awkward now, uncomfortable, and entirely the opposite of what every instinct in his body is telling him to chase. he leans up, presses his lips gently into the hollow of juno's collar bone.
better. still not enough. ) I'm not...equipped.
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the sentence comes out and juno's mouth opens a little. ]
Oh.
[ not disparaging or upset. the timbre isn't like that. it's more of an acknowledgement of what's been said. the nuance of it. he stops hovering up on his knees and sits soundly on connor's thighs, arms and hands coming around to keep him sat up further now against him. he leaves the belt buckle alone in favor of touching connor's chest again - circling the very center of it delicately, coming up to dust his skin with his calluses. ]
Is that all?
[ when he gathers himself, shaking his head, a half laugh-slash-not-very-attractive snort edging out of him. ]
God you are... so weird... [ feverish and fond, he lifts a hand to connor's cheek and pats it once, like a weak slap, something out of their first meeting but kinder. ] It's fine.
[ thumb hooking around connor's chin to keep him looking up at him now - to meet his eyes. juno is flushing dark, looking incredulous behind hooded eyes, pressing in close with his body because the contact is what he craves so desperately at this point. ] Can I see?
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his body twitches slightly under the hand at his chest. it's not exposed but connor can still feel his thirium pump stuttering slightly under the touch. there's an edge of danger that bites at his heels and leaves him a little shaky. but he's trying to focus on the matter at hand here.
or lack thereof, because juno genuinely seems to not....care at all. interesting. )
It might make things...complicated.
( as if it wasn't already complicated. as if it wasn't already a mess of an android without a programmed ability to feel pleasure attempting to circumvent that with strange touches and overextended kisses. as if it wasn't already a new blooming friendship thrust into a bed courtesy of a tainted red light drink.
juno's eyes bore into his, and connor guesses he would probably blush right now if that were possible. in response he drops his hands to his belt, unbuckling and slipping it off in a smooth motion. the jeans button follows, and the zipper, but he doesn't actually pull them down yet. )
Yeah. ( his voice hitches slightly and he moves his hands to grip juno's thighs again, squeezing a couple of times. ) Yeah, it's okay.
( he expects it to tailspin around about now, but that's fine. the touching was working well, right? )
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the way he is right now? he really doesn't care about it. it's not to be flippant - he's just hot as hell and connor's hands on him are the only thing abating the fever that he feels is straight up devouring him. he watches connor, sat back on his heels, as he unbuckles his belt, opens his trousers, but leaves them like that, easy to slip off but not quite there yet.
the hands on his thighs, though. there are nerves there, nervousness that juno is pretty sure on day one wouldn't have even been a thing connor displayed. he rests his hands for half a second on his knuckles, meant to soothe maybe.
reassure.
before he reaches forward and nudges connor back down with a kiss (it's desperate and hungry, but with a message there that says "don't worry, it's alright." juno's seldom ever been the reassuring type, but connor needs it. he can feel it in the tension in his hips, in the way he has to skate his fingers down his sides to hook them into the rim of his pants and pull them down slowly. he follows them with his mouth, dry kisses planted just below his pectorals, down the line of his stomach, trailing further and further until he meets fabric, until fabric gives way.
connor wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't equipped.
he's literally... got nothing down there. juno takes care (care! wow!) not to stare for very long, a bat of his eyelashes in a single blink before he seems to shrug it off and continue his slow path of kissing down along connor's hips, hands pulling his pants all the way down to his knees, and then further to take them all the way off. ]
Still you, doesn't matter. We can make it work just fine, [ what are words? juno says, and it's half a laugh out his mouth as he lets connor's pants drop to the floor, fingering his thighs a little bit as he lifts his head. he wets his lips a little, thinking for a long moment before thumbing connor's inner thigh. ] ... can I touch?
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his drive is reacting a little differently - juno craves the touch, skin burning under connor's hands as he seeks the contact. connor, conveniently, just wants to touch. he works hard to keep his hands in contact with juno's skin near constantly as they shift around one another to shed the last of his clothes. )
It's okay.
( connor hums softly, skin still buzzing slightly where juno had pressed his lips along his torso. he can feel each point of contact and it takes work to keep his skin intact.
that would be too much, even with how well this is going so far. )
I want- yes.
( it's hard to string the words together, processors whirring hard to dismiss the constant pop ups appearing in his UI to detail every single aspect of the situation from the movements to the environment.
a list of fibre blends used in the sheets under his back appears at the exact time a notification informs him of the thumb pressing into his thigh, as a flashing sign informs connor of the break down of components making up the saliva tracing juno's lips.
it's a lot.
so he clears them all and moves his hands. one brushes along juno's shoulders, curls around his biceps and just holds. the other moves to juno's hair, tangling his fingers in and gripping lightly. not enough to hurt, but enough that he can feel it. )
Touch me.
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a hand rests in his hair and he hums, lifting his own hand and gripping over the other. it's okay to pull. unspoken, but there as his mouth finally rests against the apex of his thighs.
and then he parts lips and lays his tongue flat and wide against the plane of skin, stroking up with the soft sound of breath. and again. and again. he presses a wet kiss where something else ought to be, but with about as much gusto as he'd give anyone else.
when he looks up, it's glassy-eyed, but curious, fingers curled around connor's thighs for a reaction. ]