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Sundrop bounds towards your desk with a little less excitement than usual. His bells aren't jingling quite as much, and he seems... almost sheepish as he plants his hands on the table.
"What's up, bud?" you ask.
"So... y'know, I really shouldn't be bothering you with another one of my questions, it's just I have so many of them, and I really shouldn't be annoying you --"
"Hey, hey, I don't mind the questions. What are you curious about this time? Another non-daycare activity?"
"Well --" he pauses, rays spinning like a loading icon. "I overheard some parents talking again and they mentioned some kind of... special grown-up game? And I asked Moony if he knew what they meant but he just chuckled to himself so I know it can't be very kid-friendly, and I was just wondering..."
"...If I knew what it was?" you finish, taking a sip of your water. He nods.
"I can do you one better, Sunny," you say with a smile. "How's about I show you how to play?"
He bounces on his heels. "Really?? Oh, but I'm not sure... am I allowed to play grown-up games? Will we get in trouble...?"
"Only if we're caught." You smirk, and his fans whirr.
"Tell me the rules first," he says, and you take his hand and sit down on the padded floor beneath your desk.
"It's more of an improvisational game," you say, "but it is pretty personal and private. You know those parts you aren't supposed to touch? This is what they're for.”
He gasps. "Oh no no no! I didn't know it was that kind of -- is it okay for us to play that?"
"It's perfectly okay, as long as we both wanna play it. If you don't feel comfy, though, we can drop it --"
He waves his arms anxiously. "No no no! I didn't say that! I just, um... I'm a little nervous about it... it sounds really inappropriate, and if anybody finds out I played it with you --"
"Shhhh," you say, putting a finger to his unmoving lips. "Nobody's gonna know we played. That's the biggest rule. Remember, this is a secret game that only grown-up best friends can play."
"It's... a secret special game...?" He squirms excitedly in his seat. It would be one thing if you bragged about it, or if the two of you got caught, but if it was just a secret, maybe...
"Do you want to?" you ask once more.
"I'll play! I'll play! You're my bestest best friend, so of course I'll play!"
You smile. "I'm glad. If you wanna stop playing, though, let me know, okay? This game takes a little bit to get used to, and it tuckers you out."
He nods.
"Good. Can you take this off?" You tug at the hem of his pants. He happily shimmies out of them, kicking them across the floor.
His legs are as one would expect. They're incredibly slender, about as thin as his arms, but you know Sundrop's strength well enough to know his legs are packed with power.
They're honestly beautiful, too -- streamlined, paint still untouched compared to the rest of his body, which is tarnished and stained from overuse. He looks elegant like this. You can't help but stare.
His voice brings you back to reality. "Now you, right? I can't be the only one with his pants off, I know that much!"
You laugh. "Yeah, just gimme a sec --" and Sun watches, partially excited, partially in awe, as you strip for him.
About a hundred pop-up warnings go off in Sun's head about inappropriate behavior in the daycare, but Moon deftly closes them and confirms in their system that the actions being performed are with a consenting adult with no children present.
They've never had to do that before. This really is a grown-up game.
His eyes refocus to see your pants down and your boxers on the way. Your member, already hard just from his attention, springs up, and Sundrop is taken aback.
He stares at your cock like it's an alien lifeform. He knows what "private parts" are -- it's his job to know what's inappropriate, to understand how humans work so he can be a good influence -- but that's only theoretical knowledge. Seeing it in person, the real thing, is almost astonishing. It twitches under his gaze, and he lets out a soft gasp.
"How do I start?" he asks, reaching out a hand as though he already has some idea.
"You can just touch it. Examine it. Go ahead," you say almost casually, and he relaxes a bit. He pokes and prods at it gently for a second, exploring it, before tentatively wrapping his hand around it. He looks up at you as if to ask, "like this?" You hum approvingly.
It's definitely not the best handjob you've ever gotten. His movements are stuttered, nervous, uncertain, less worried about what feels good and more worried about what doesn't -- he's terrified of pinching you in his joints, or squeezing you too hard, conditioned by his programming to avoid playing rough. But the simple fact that he's doing it at all, making an effort, is pleasing to no end.
He looks up at you with wide eyes, looking for conformation that he's doing well, and is dashed when you take his hand off. "D-did I do bad?"
"You did really good, Sunny. I just wanna play with you for a bit." You kiss his faceplate. His fans whirr quietly.
You don't exactly have any idea how to work with his ken-doll physique, let alone know whether or not he can climax, but simply touching him seems to make him more than happy. Caresses to his joints and kitten-licks to his rays both make him shudder and kick his fans into high gear.
He grips your shoulders and sighs. "Th-this... I think I like this game. Feels all warm and fuzzy."
As you run your hands down his sides, playing with the grooves in his silicone plating, you notice something. Nestled in his crotch, almost invisible, is a small unmarked metal hatch. You run a finger over it, and he shudders and grabs your hand, holding it in place.
"I, erm. I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but --" he jolts suddenly. "I'm getting a lot of pop-ups right now to run a new program..."
"Do you know what for?"
"It's, uh... it's for this kind of game, I think. Moon's yelling at me right now to run it. He sounds excited --" he jolts again.
He stares at you expectantly for a couple seconds before you realize he's asking your permission. What a good boy.
"Run it, but be careful."
"Right, yes, hold on..."
The hatch opens, and it's beautiful.
Nestled inside his crotch plate is a writhing wormlike cock and a cute, plump little silicone pussy. They don't look human exactly -- simplified in shape, yellow to match Sun's color scheme. They twitch experimentally. After a moment, they begin to glisten with what you can only assume is lubricant.
"Oh, wow..." Sun looks up at you nervously. "I-is this good? This is for the game, right? It's not like yours, how do we --"
"This is perfect, baby." He gasps at the nickname. "This game is gonna go even better than I thought."
You push on his chest a little until he scooches back against the wall of your desk, and lean forward until you're directly in front of his member. "Keep your hands at your side while I touch you, okay, baby?"
He nods. "Yes, ma'am."
That's new. You weren't expecting a nickname from him, but you probably should have been. Ma'am isn't what you're looking for, though. Something more like...
"None of that fancy talk, Sundrop. Call me mommy if you like, okay?"
His fans whirr louder than you've ever heard before. You look up to see his rays spinning. Guess he liked that. "Y-yes, mommy-YY!"
You cut him off with a long lick from the bottom of his cunt to the tip of his cock. He gasps, clenching his hands at his sides. He tastes like... nothing, as you expected; it's made of silicone, after all, and you're more than content with it the way it is until a trickle of lubricant hits your tongue and you realize that that is flavored. He tastes slightly citrusy, almost sweet, and it doesn't take long to sink in that it's a watered-down version of his candy. It's delicious. You want more.
You slowly move back down his members, kissing your way downward until you're low enough to stick your tongue inside him. He groans loudly at that, and if not for your instructions it's clear he would be pushing you further in, desperate for more of whatever magical thing you were doing to him.
"Ohhhhhohohh, mommy -- oh, please don't stop, go deeper, please!"
It would be rude not to oblige. You gently fuck him on your tongue, using one hand to hold his leg down and the other to pump the bottom of his length, using your thumb to rub against his clit. He whines and pants, jerking his hips upward but still keeping his fists balled at his sides.
"Mommy -- I can't stay still, I need to move so bad! My new part -- it feels so good, please let me move, I wanna touch you, please --"
"No, baby. No moving. I need you to stay still for this part of the game, okay? Can you be good for me?"
And he wails as you dive back in, devouring him achingly sweetly, "YES! I'll be a good boy, mommy, yes I will! I'll be so good just keep licking me like that --!"
You speed up your ministrations on his cock and he jerks his hips upward manically. You can feel him clenching around you and you really don't want him to cum just yet, but the sounds he's making are so sweet you can't help but see how far you can push him.
"Mmmmm, mommy, something's coming -- something really big is coming, I feel like I'm about to pop!"
And that's your cue to stop. You pull away, leaving his puffy cunt fluttering around nothing.
He doesn't speak for a moment, astonished that you'd suddenly stop right before... well, he's not sure, but something good! In the back of his mind, Moon is protesting furiously.
Finally, he speaks. "Wh... why did you stop? Was I not playing right? Did you want me to be quiet?"
Before you can respond, the poor thing begins to quiver. "We can try again, right? I'll be extra good this time, I promise! I'll be a good friend! I'll -- ghhnnnnn..."
You silence him with a squeeze around his cock. "You worry so much, Sunny honey. You were perfect, the whole time."
You let your voice darken, enjoying the nervous look in his eyes. "But I want to play for real now."
He looks at you, almost frightened, for a few moments before realizing something. "Were we not playing for real before?"
"Oh, no. That was just us getting ready. Now the fun starts."
And without another word or another movement from him, you plunge your cock inside him, and his systems overload. He shakes, clenching around you for dear life, voicebox stuttering and legs twitching like a spider's, and you realize he just came.
You give him a moment to restart, slowly easing your cock in and out of him as he comes to. His eyes finally center on you as you bring a hand to cup his rear.
"That-that-that-that whhhhhhhhhas --"
"That was an orgasm, baby. And it was beautiful."
"That was amazing!!! Is that the game? Did I win??" He's already back to normal, stimming excitedly with his hands. "Oh, wait -- did I lose?? We still haven't played for real yet like you said! Can we try again?"
You can't help but laugh. He giggles alongside you, unsure what's so funny but happy as long as you are.
"You won, Sunny. And the game goes as long as we want it to. We can both win as many times as we want."
You lean in, moving your hips once more. He gasps, already at full mast again.
"Can we play for real now? I still haven't won yet, you know," you whisper, and he shudders.
"Y-yes... yes, I wanna play. Show me how to do it for real," he stutters, and gasps as you snap your hips into his.
"Good boy," you say, and that's the last thing you say before pulling his legs up and slamming into him.
You fuck him almost ruthlessly, too hungry and impatient from your own teasing and edging to be gentle. Luckily, he absolutely loves it, wrapping his legs around your waist and gripping your back so hard you expect to bruise. His metal creaks with every thrust, feebly bringing his hips up to meet yours, his tortured cock twitching helplessly. He's so wonderfully tight around you, as though his cunt was shaped with your dick specifically in mind.
"OH GOSH, YESYESYES MOMMY DON'T STOP, SO GOOD, FEELS SO GOOD THIS GAME FEELS SO GOOD --!"
With every quick snap of your hips, the words from his voicebox devolve into babbling nonsense, and then just to helpless moans and glitched wails. You grab his neck, pulling him down to kiss his faceplate, and he clutches at you like a lifeline.
"You're doing so good, honey. You're playing so well, being such a good sport for me," you moan into his mouth, pulling another high-pitched whine out of him. "Fuck, can you even still talk? Did I break you, baby boy?"
It takes him a second to respond, still wrapped up in the glorious feeling you're giving him. You push yourself as deep as you can go, until the head of your cock is bumping up against the very back of his hole. His voicebox stutters back into function.
"AHNGH -- y-you're hitting my wires! You're shaking them all up, mommy, they're gonna come undone, you're gonna BREAK me!"
"You want me to stop, baby?" you ask, already knowing the answer.
"NO! NEVER!"
You chuckle, and that only serves to make him hold you tighter. He feels like he's in heaven, but he doesn't want to lose control of his voicebox again, so he has to make himself keep talking.
"I -- oh gosh oh gosh -- I love this game so much! I don't wanna play it with anybody else! I don't wanna play ANYTHING with anybody else! Just you! Only you, mommy! Y-you're -- ungh! My programming is RUINED!"
And fuck, if that wasn't enough to make you come right there. You grab onto his rays again, stroking them quickly as you feel yourself begin to reach your peak. Sundrop feels it as well, that delicious explosive feeling bubbling up inside of him. His legs tighten their grip on you.
"You close, Sunny? You wanna come again? You can do it, honey, come on my cock, that's a good boy --"
And just like that, he howls, vibrates, and climaxes, and the sensation brings you to your peak as well. As deep as you can possibly go, you come inside of him, gripping at his quivering joints.
His limbs collapse on the floor with a clank. The metal of his torso is hot as hell, and you pull away, letting his cooling fans kick into high gear. You can see your cum dripping beautifully from his hole, and above on his torso is a spill of his own lubricant from his member. You sit up and go to grab a handkerchief.
"Stay," he groans, reaching for you. "I need... I really need you to be close to me. Please."
"I'm right here, sweetheart," you say, and gently wipe him down. He sighs.
"Sorry. I'm not supposed to be so clingy but... I think the game..."
"It took a lot out of you, just as I said," you tell him. "It's okay. This is part of it too."
Now certain he's cleaned up, you snuggle into the crook of his arm. He hums happily, and wraps his arms around you, still warm.
"You did such a good job, honey," you say, caressing his arm. "You did really well. I'm glad you felt comfortable asking me."
Sundrop giggles sleepily. "I'm glad you felt comfortable showing me! Thanks a bunch, friend...!" He nestles his faceplate against the top of your head.
The two of you lay like that, peacefully, for only a moment before Sundrop's head jolts up again.
"Something wrong, Sunny?"
He looks at you sheepishly. "Moony says he wants to have a turn tomorrow!"