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Johnny’s ‘ganic hand kept a firm grip on V’s thigh, squeezing and watching the other man react. V could feel it, the pressure, the slight tingle as electricity sparked across his skin. It made him tremble but he was getting impatient.
V grabbed Johnny’s cyberarm by the wrist, “are you gonna show me that special fuckin’ treat or am I really not your type after all?” He stared down at the other man, daring.
“Patience really is fuckin’ wasted on you,” the former rockstar stopped wasting time, he thrust two fingers into V startling a broken moan from him.
How long had it been? Weeks, months even. V leant forward, resting his forehead on Johnny’s shoulder, his hand still in the man’s long black hair. Johnny’s hard metal fingers pushed deeper into V and started scissoring them.
“Fuck you,” V just panted next to Johnny’s ear, no malice left in his voice at all. He pulled slightly at the other man’s hair absently.
“Maybe next time sweetheart,” Johnny bent his fingers, searching for that spot he knew would drive the young merc wild.
“Shit,” V arched his back as Johnny’s fingers rubbed against his prostate, his hips starting to move on their own trying to chase that friction. However the rockerboy had other plans and removed his fingers entirely, stopping V’s protests by pushing him back further onto the bed.
Johnny positioned himself between V’s legs, he took a hold of the other man’s hand and moved it down towards his own hole, “you’re gonna need to do it too if you want more.” Realising that the glitchy engram was probably right, V shakily put two fingers inside himself. Johnny’s work had definitely helped stretch him out but he needed to be prepared properly if he wanted the real deal. At least as real as a hologram dick can be. V moaned softly as he fingered himself, looking up occasionally to see the other man watching him closely while stroking his own dick slowly. The sight making V moan slightly louder, the thought that he’d get fucked by the Johnny Silverhand was hard to comprehend.
Not wanting V to get too carried away, Johnny leant over him and put those two metal fingers in next to V’s. “You’re real cute and all but we got to speed this up,” he thrust his fingers faster, stopping V from touching himself.
V whined, “you’re a dick y’know that?” He put an arm over his eyes feeling a little embarrassed under the other man’s gaze.
“And you’re a cunt. I’ve said it before sweetheart that we’re a good match,” Johnny looked far too smug and it pissed V off.
“Can you just-“ whatever V’s insult was gonna be thrown at Johnny was cut off as the man himself thrust deep into V in one brisk movement.
“Fuck I’d almost forgotten what that felt like,” Johny let out a ragged breathe but annoyingly kept most of his composure.
V writhed beneath the unmoving man, adjusting to the strangest sensation he’d probably ever felt. Johnny was inside him. An engram was inside him. And it felt oddly real yet again something was missing. It had to be the heat. But V wasn’t about to complain. “Johnny,” he moaned out, shaking his hips trying to get the other man to move.
“I got you,” Johnny put his metal hand on the back of V’s thigh, spreading him further before moving his hips. Pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, starting an almost punishing pace. His actions causing V to let out a continuous stream of moans, compliments, curses and insults.
It was too much too soon and V could feel his climax approaching faster than he’d like. He gripped Johnny’s arm, looking up at the man and seeing his usually composed self starting to break. Johnny’s hair falling in front of his eyes only for him to push it back, eyes focused on where their bodies were connected.
“Johnny I’m-“
“So soon?” Johnny smirked down at V, “guess it really has been a while ha.” He gripped V’s dick and pumped it in time with his pounding. Just at the last minute however, he ceased all movements.
V laid there trying to figure out why he hadn’t climaxed, only to realise Johnny had stopped, fingers clamped firm around the base of his cock. “Fuckin prick let go,” he tried and failed to push Johnny’s hand away.
“Just fuckin wait,” Johnny pulled out, “turn around.”
The demanding tone send a small chill down V’s back. He couldn’t help feeling hot every time Johnny spoke like that. Not as reluctantly as he would like he turned around. Chest down, back arched, ass up. “Hurry the fuck up then!” V wiggled his hips, wanting Johnny to get on with it before he lost his nerve.
Johnny closed the distance between them, running his hands down the other man’s back. V could feel the contrast, the hard metal and soft palm. He was getting used to this feeling of having the half presence of a dead man near him. Despite everything, V just couldn’t find himself to hate the man.
The rockstar grabbed V’s ass, spreading his cheeks before putting a hand between his legs and giving his dick a quick stroke. “C’mon V, the night’s still young,” Johnny put his cock between V’s cheeks and thrust his hips lazily, “I’m gonna fuckin enjoy this.” He positioned himself at the other man’s hole and pushed in slowly, feeling the other man adjust to his shape.
“Fuck Johnny,” V pressed back, happy to be filled again, “guess you weren’t lying about having an impressive cock.” He grabbed the sheets in front of him and kept moving his hips, all inhibitions were gone, he was going to enjoy this night no matter what.
“I’ll show you just how fuckin impressive it it,” Johnny’s hands settled on V’s hips and he started thrusting. Slow deep thrusts, a start contrast to the frantic pounding just a minute ago, letting V feel every once and it pressed against his insides. Johnny repositioned his knees and readjusted his thrusts until he was hitting V’s prostate.
“Yes! Right there!” V pushed back, turning his head to get a glimpse at the rockstar. Johnny’s breathe was ragged, his hair disheveled and cheeks flushed. Part of V felt proud for being the one to make him look that way but he needed to cum once before he could really destroy Johnny’s composure.
Now though, it was time for V to lose his. Johnny kept hitting that same spot over and over, getting faster and faster. He leant forward over V and supported himself with his ‘ganic arm, his other keeping a form grip on V’s hip. The other man gripping Johnny’s arm to ground himself while he frantically jerked off in time with Johnny’s thrusts.
“I’m close,” V panted out, “Johnny please.”
“Can’t deny such a pretty plea,” Johnny’s voice had gotten deeper, “here’s your treat sweetheart.” Johnny groaned deep in his chest as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He soon felt V get tighter around him and it was the best thing he’d felt in 50 years.
V’s grip on Johnny’s arm tightened to the point that it was in a near constant state of glitching. He felt his orgasm wash over him, back arching, his hand coming to an eventual stop, his hips shaking around Johnny’s dick still inside him. “Fuck,” that had been an intense orgasm that he wasn’t expecting and one he will certainly remember, it was almost electric. The sheets beneath him now soiled and his energy spent, V took a moment to catch his breath, letting go of his iron grip on Johnny. But he didn’t have long.
“Now it’s my turn,” Johnny picked the pace up again, thrusting into V as his orgasm grew closer. Johnny’s grip now tightened on V’s hips, V whining words of encouragement beneath him. “Shit,” three deep thrusts and Johnny felt those waves of pleasure wash over his code, a euphoric feeling that he never thought he’d feel again.
V laid there beneath Johnny’s glitchy form trying to process the events. Johnny had effectively cum inside him but V didn’t feel it like he usually would. Johnny had twitched inside him and V could feel that, but the usual wet feeling was missing this time. He’d be lying if he said this didn’t give him ideas. All the pleasures of sex with none of the mess - besides lube that is.
After a moment of them both savouring the post orgasmic bliss, Johnny pulled out making V whine a bit at the new empty feeling.
“Fuck,” Johnny sat back and leant against the wall, “that was fuckin nova.” He lit another cigarette, lacking the nicotine but the routine was habit at this point.
“So that’s it?” V sat opposite him, staring at the ghost confused.
“You gonna light a fuckin cig or not?” Johnny put his glasses back on and ran a hand through his now perfect hair again.
“Oh?” V moved to straddle Johnny’s hips again, “I thought you’re Johnny fuckin Silverhand and you’re only good for one fuckin round?” V rocked his hips over Johnny’s flaccid dick, “can’t say I’m surprised.”
Johnny flicked his still smoking digital cigarette into non existence again as he removed his sunglasses. He grabbed V’s chin, “what did you fuckin say?”
“You heard me asshat,” V kept daring eye contact with the engram, “Johnny Silverhand only has one pathetic round in that shitty cock of his.”
“I’ll show you pathetic,” Johnny tried to push V back but V was prepared this time.
“Not a fuckin chance choom,” V pushed Johnny back, the man almost in shock that someone didn’t roll over for him. “Now it’s my turn,” he pulled Johnny close again with a hand in his hair and demanded a heated kiss.
V licked inside of Johnny’s mouth, used to the feeling of kissing a ghost, he made sure Johnny knew who was in charge. He rocked his hips harder, pressing down against Johnny’s hardening dick, “so you can go another round huh.” He didn’t even give Johnny time to comment before he claimed the man’s mouth again, shoving a hand between them and gripping both their now hard cocks in his hand. Rubbing against the engram’s digital dong was bizarre but they’d come too far now to even question it anymore.
The young merc threw his head back as Johnny’s silver hand joined V’s in jerking them both off. Johnny taking advantage of V’s exposed neck and leaning close and biting down hard, leaving hickies that would never appear in the first place. Didn’t stop the younger man from moaning at the feeling, his pace stuttering, having to be led by Johnny.
It took V all of his strength to pull Johnny off of him with that trusty grip in the rockstars hair. He grabbed the lube again, reapplying a generous amount to his hole before rising up on his knees. “I’m gonna show you how it’s done in ‘77 old man,” V positioned Johnny at his entrance and sank down, groaning as he was stuffed full again of that hologram hard on.
“Who you calling fuckin old?!” Johnny gripped V’s hips again, hard enough to leave bruises if he could.
“The fucker who thought he could get away with one fuckin round,” V put a hand on Johnny’s shoulder for support and the other hand on the mattress behind him. He started rocking his hips harder, riding the former rockstar. He moaned loudly, enjoying himself at his own pace, tilting his hips occasionally to get that direct pleasure against his prostate.
Johnny leant forward, wrapping his arms around V’s chest, grunting every time he went balls deep in the man above him. “Shit,” Johnny rubbed his face between the other man’s pecs, “you’re fucking good at this.”
V laughed, “a compliment from you?” He held onto the back of Johnny’s head, making the man look at him so they could make out again. It was becoming a wonderful experience, a night of heated passion abs experimenting with a ghost of former rockstar/terrorist. Perhaps maybe the first night of many more like this, but that was getting way too far ahead!
They enjoyed the feeling of the other. V continuing to ride Johnny like his life depended on it, changing the angle and the pace occasionally just to drag out that pleasure even more.
“Fuck V, I’m fuckin close,” Johnny hid his face in V’s chest again, holding on to him tightly.
V took this opportunity to make Johnny squirm beneath him so he stopped his movements completely.
“Why the fuck you stop?”
“Will you promise to stop fuckin berating me at every goddamn opportunity?” V held Johnny’s hazy gaze.
“The fuck?” Johnny tried thrusting up but V was stubborn.
“You treat me like shit I’m just asking you to trust me a bit more for fucks sake,” V had been meaning to ask Johnny to back off for a while and now seemed like a perfect time. Holding Johnny’s orgasm as hostage.
“Fuck, whatever you say,” Johnny snarled at V.
V narrowed his eyes, he decided he was too needy for his own orgasm to pull this out even further. Supposedly happy with the other man’s answer, V started moving again. This time though he intentionally avoided his prostate, he wanted Johnny to finish first and he wanted to watch.
And watch he did. Johnny’s grip tightened around V and his hips thrust up more erratically, “fuck V.” Johnny’s orgasm crashed into him, twitching inside V and head thrown back against the wall behind him. He looked a complete wreck. And V loved every second.
“Enjoy that?” V pulled Johnny’s gaze back to him. Johnny just gave a lazy nod. “Good but we’re still not done,” V started moving again, this time aiming for his prostate with Johnny’s cock. He got louder the closer he got, wanting to reach his climax after all that teasing. It don’t take long though, a lot of external factors adding to his pleasure.
“Johnny,” V whined, wrapping his arms around Johnny’s head and holding him close, probably a good thing that he wasn’t capable of breathing. V lost all rhythm completely and cried out as his orgasm hit. His asshole twitching around Johnny and his dick making a mess on Johnny’s stomach.
They stayed like that for a while, this time it took V a bit longer to come down.
“C’mon V, let’s get you cleaned up,” Johnny tapped V’s shoulder, trying to stop the man from dozing off.
“Mhm,” V looked at the other man with half lidded eyes, he was ready for sleep but Johnny was probably right. He needed to get cleaned up before sleep.
Hesitantly V lifted himself of off Johnny, both of them groaning at the feeling. Once V had moved back, Johnny had glitched to stand next to the bed holding a hand out to his bedmate. “V,” his voice was soft, tender, V wasn’t familiar with it.
Looking up at the hologram man, V took a moment to process, Johnny being nice? V took Johnny’s hand and let him lead him to the shower.
After helping V to wash and get prepared for bed, Johnny led him to the bed. The young merc sitting on the edge of the mattress besides Johnny. “So what happens now?” There was an uneasiness. Johnny was stuck with him and he was stuck with Johnny. The last thing they needed was more awkwardness between them.
A moment of tense silence passed. Johnny signed before glitching again and reappearing on the bed, laid back against the pillows, arm out for V to lay against. So V did.
“Let’s just get some fuckin sleep,” Johnny held V close, idly stroking his hair. “We will talk more about it tomorrow,” He stated at the ceiling, he needed time to process this too.
“Can’t believe Johnny fuckin Silverhand has a soft side,” V snuggled closer against Johnny’s side, he may not have body heat but he was real enough for V.
“Yeah well don’t fuckin tell anyone, they wouldn’t believe you anyway.”
V let out a deep sigh and felt sleep creep over him, “night night dick.”
“Goodnight cunt.”