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“Venom, we can make it work–”
“We are still open.” Venom’s voice came out no louder than a whispered hiss.
“I know, I know, but– We still have to take our breaks for today. We can close up for just a short while. That’s all the time we need–”
“And do you plan on cleaning up afterward?” Venom shoots a cautious glance at the door. He can hear the daily hustle and bustle outside. Someone could easily walk in at any moment and overhear their conversation, quiet as it may be.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll clean up, I promise! I just… Gah– It’s too hot in here…”
“It’s only you.”
“I can see you blushing.”
“Shut it.”
Robo-Ky has a hand planted firmly against the wall, trapping his partner between shelves of pastries and his arm. Venom could have easily slipped out, but he simply remained still, allowing Robo-Ky to approach him, growing closer and closer to his body to the point of being able to raise a leg right between Venom’s thighs. With this indecent display, this was what prompted Venom’s eyes to dart between the robot and the door. Anyone could walk in and see them. Hell, someone could just glance through the window–
“Nngh…” Venom grunts, strained and ridiculously turned on. There was admittedly a thrill to being seen in a position like this by anyone, but at the same time, he felt so horribly embarrassed at the thought of it. Robo-Ky was never subtle; his desires were always made loud and clear the moment he opened his mouth, and Venom was beyond used to it. Even now, with a hand next to his head and a leg propping open a gap between his own, Venom found himself struggling to resist. “F-Fine. Fine! J-Just– Just back away before someone sees!”
Robo-Ky snickers in approval. “I'll hang a sign up on the door. Thirty minutes. That’s more than enough time.” He removes his hand, but not before bringing his face close enough to press cold metal against Venom’s lips in a deep kiss and digging his leg between Venom’s thighs in a light back-and-forth motion, earning him a shudder and a gasp from the other man.
Out on break! Be back soon!
The sign was up, the door was closed, a familiar jingling of a bell rang, followed by a tiny click as Robo-Ky turns the lock. He swiftly turns on one heel, facing his partner who was barely able to keep his composure behind the counter. Venom’s face was burning hot, his palms sweaty and shaking, and his breaths were coming out ragged. There’s something so exciting about doing this here, and now of all times. To the rest of the people, they were simply out for lunch. But in truth, Robo-Ky was making a small finger motion to signal Venom to follow him into the back, a lecherous look painted across his face. Venom follows, still shooting looks at the door, fearing someone would attempt to open it. It wasn’t possible– the door was locked. He breathes a wary sigh and looks ahead, only to find that Robo-Ky had gotten impatient, and was now grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out of the main room.
“W-Wait–!” Venom tries digging his heels into the floor, but Robo-Ky senses his lack of effort put into stopping him and keeps moving.
In a matter of seconds, the two are brought into a small storage room, surrounded by multiple unopened bags of various types flour, sugar, and other bakery ingredients. Venom barely has a moment to gather his bearings before he’s pressed against the back wall for another kiss, feeling Robo-Ky’s metal had started heating up with his own excitement. Venom returns the gesture by wrapping his arms around the robot, pulling him even closer and starting to straddle one of his legs.
“You’re…” Venom breathes heavily between kisses, feeling hands starting to roam his clothed body. “You’re out of your damn mind…”
“And you love me for it,” Robo-Ky replies, a firm hand taking hold of Venom’s rear. “I wanted to try keeping it on for the day. I thought I’d be able to last– I really did– But every time I look at you, the heat inside me builds up too fast, and it shoots down between my legs in an instant… Dammit, Venom! You need to stop being so damn attractive!”
“Sp-Spare me…” Venom smirks, groaning into the rough handling of his body. “I suppose this will be a lesson to you for the future…” The hand gropes him more, while Robo-Ky’s free hand has taken the liberty of removing Venom’s chef’s hat and setting it on a nearby shelf. “Just this once. This is incredibly risky, you know that?”
“Why else do you think I’m doing it?” The robot replies between puffs of steam. “I love watching your reaction. Your eyes were wider than I’ve ever seen them, and the way I watched as your body temperature went up (with a sharp increase right here…)” He loosens his grip on Venom’s ass to trace a finger up right along the front seam of his pants. The pathetic mewling the man makes in response is glorious.
Venom finds himself jerking his hips forward into the light touch, much to his chagrin. “Please… Please, Robo-Ky… We don’t have much time.” He’s reaching down to untie his apron, letting it fall aside onto the floor. Robo-Ky simply watches with a grin as his lover hurriedly unfastens his belt, unsteady hands rattling the buckle loudly. “C-Come on already… Don’t… Don’t make me beg.”
The smug look and tilting of his head implied that Robo-Ky was about to make him do just that.
With a frustrated sigh, Venom ignored him briefly to continue undressing, pulling the button of his pants open and tugging down the zipper, revealing light-colored boxer briefs that peeked through the exposed gap. Robo-Ky hums and whirrs in fascination, anticipating the command he needed to begin. “You’re taking too long. Don’t you want to feel good now? Just say the word…”
Venom grits his teeth. “Shit– J-Just– Fine! Fine! Please, just fuck me already!” He curses. Such foul language always followed these sorts of activities… Even though most of the time he ended up saying these things involuntarily. “I don’t know how much time we’ve wasted already, s-so just hurry!”
The robot flashes a wide, metal smile and shuffles closer. He assists Venom in pushing his pants and underwear partway down his thighs, exposing a trail of bright white hair that collected in a thick tuft in one location. A few noticeable thin and clear strands connected his underwear to his already wet folds, which drove Robo-Ky’s processors wild. Immediately, he shoves a hand between Venom’s legs, two fingers prodding and rubbing small circles across his clit. It’s impressive how wet he’s already gotten just from being teased and toyed with, and to top things off, he’s already letting out tiny moans and grinding right down onto his fingers, threatening to sink onto them within moments.
“Look at you! You’re so eager…” Robo-Ky chirps, lifting his lover into a more comfortable resting position against the wall and parting his legs wide enough to allow full coverage with his hand alone. “God, you’re cute when you’re like this, y’know that?”
“I-I… Nnh…” Venom, too worked up to protest, let his head fall back, mouth agape and used his hands (which he remembered he wasn’t doing anything with) to guide Robo-Ky’s fingers inside him. Robo-Ky’s shutters widened in mild surprise, biting back a whimper as he felt Venom’s hot warmth envelop him. Even if he was just preparing him, Venom was always so… so tight… so warm… He struggled to hold back even now, but he had to… just for a few moments.
Venom gasps quietly, his hips grinding down on the metallic digits working their way deeper inside. He hated to admit it, but he was more into this than he thought. Sex during a limited timeframe? He almost wanted to imagine that the door would magically unlock the moment their time was up, someone would come inside, and–
“R-Robo-Ky…” He groans, grabbing his partner by the shoulders and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Robo-Ky, surprised by the sudden gesture, still managed to reciprocate with as much desire and passion as the man squirming in front of him. His fingers would slowly work Venom open more and more, earning delighted whines and hitched breaths as they occasionally brushed more sensitive areas. Part of Robo-Ky wanted to just leave Venom like this and fuck him with his fingers alone, but this was his suggestion to help with his pressing need. Speaking of which, he was painfully reminded of how achingly hard he was under layers of fabric and decided that Venom’s fun would have to end here. He’s prepared enough. It never took that long…
“Hey now…” The robot hums, placing a firm hand on Venom’s chest. He tenses up in response. “You can’t have all the fun by yourself! Remember, you’re supposed to be helping me… ”
“R-Right… Sorry.” Venom quivers, already noticing his legs growing weak with anticipation and shivers. Very carefully, the digits are removed from him, earning one more strained moan from the man as he watched Robo-Ky withdraw his hand, a clear, viscous fluid bridging his fingers and his wet cunt. The very sight made him shudder with desire. His breaths had already grown hot and labored, his skin felt hot to the touch… How could he get so worked up on being fingered alone? It was almost embarrassing how eager Venom was right now. “C-Can you hurry it u-up already?”
Realizing it’d be a bad idea to wipe his hand on his work clothes, Robo-Ky held the hand that was previously inside his lover stiff in the air while his free hand, now removed from Venom’s chest, would reach around and start untying his apron. Venom, now free of the robot’s hold, would suddenly fall to his knees and hungrily reach up to place his hands on Robo-Ky’s thighs, assisting him in unbuckling his belt, undoing the button, pulling down the zipper…
“H-Hey! Wh-What are you–?!”
Before he could stop him, Venom had already dug his fingers into Robo-Ky’s pants, taking a firm hold and tugging them down, snagging his underwear (which he truthfully didn’t need, but Venom insisted he wore anyway to be more human) along with it. Though temperature was never a concern to him, Robo-Ky felt a chill on his now-freed length. Venom would take his time to appreciate the silicone phallus, mimicking a human dick damn-near perfectly (and he would know– just don’t ask how), before placing a warm, wet kiss directly on the head. Robo-Ky immediately responded with a gasp and a release of steam from his mouth, visibly caught off guard by Venom’s ministrations.
Venom chuckles, giving Robo-Ky’s dick a few more kisses. “What?” He purrs, and for a second, Robo-Ky thought he could feel the heat radiating off of Venom’s face. “You said y-you needed help… Is this not…” He trails off and sticks out his tongue, placing it at the base of the dick and dragging it up the entire length as slowly and torturously as possible, finishing at the head with a light flick– “...Helping?”
Robo-Ky has to force-stop any reactions involving shoving his dick into Venom’s mouth right then. He lets out a long moan, fully aware of how truly desperate he was for this attention. “Y-Yeah…” He mumbles, slightly dazed. “It’s helping… All right…”
Taking this as a sign to continue, Venom would once again run his tongue along Robo-Ky’s synthetic shaft, this time letting his tongue cover more ground and cover his partner’s cock in a generous amount of saliva. And– That bit about wanting to fuck Venom’s mouth? No need to think about it any longer. Venom had already opened his mouth wide and bobbed his head down, letting the slightly grooved cock glide down his throat and held it there for a moment before drawing his head back with a taunting glance upward at the robot, whose face was starting to glow a bright red with a mixture of shock and lust etched into his jaw.
A few moments passed, and Robo-Ky had almost forgotten what he was even doing in this tiny storage room. Venom had rolled up his sleeves and was gripping the base of his partner’s cock with one hand and had propped himself up on his knees to resume fingering himself with the other, desperate to chase what Robo-Ky had taken from him. For each time he bobbed his head, he hollowed his cheeks, earning a lovely cry and whine from above him, and even during this time, Venom had also started to forget why he was even here. He’d been making rather lewd noises this whole time, and was ignoring the saliva rolling down his chin from the corner of his mouth, but God, he felt almost addicted to the feeling of having Robo-Ky in his mouth. Hell, he could sit here for the rest of their time, keeping his partner flustered and gasping and–
It was then that one of them realized that they were getting carried away. Plus, Robo-Ky’s mechanical “breaths” were getting more and more hurried, and more steam was escaping his vents by the second…
“V-Venom–” He choked out, a hand resting on the man’s head. “Ven– Ah– Sh-Shit… Venom, please… St– Nngh–! Stop–! Stop!”
Immediately, Venom would jolt and freeze in place, removing himself from Robo-Ky’s dick in an instant with a fearful grimace. “Wh-What? What? What’s wrong?”
“I-If you keep that up, I’m g-gonna cum…!” His voice was faint and slightly garbled, his processors working overtime to stop himself from overheating. “I w-wanna fuck you, i-idiot! Isn’t that what you wa-wanted?!”
“Oh…” Venom looks away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry… I was… enjoying myself too much…” He settles back down, looking at his hand, now also coated in his own fluids. “Ah… How naughty of me.” His tone quickly changes, and he flashes Robo-Ky a teasing glare. His dick seems to twitch in response. “I was supposed… to be helping you. And I was so focused on myself… Heh…”
“What… are you getting at…?”
“Robo-Ky…” Venom spends a few seconds to “clean” (if you could call it cleaning) his fingers by licking them thoroughly, making direct eye contact with his lover the entire time. Robo-Ky didn’t know how to react, but his dick was filled with that unbearable aching he felt not too long ago once more. “Come on… Let’s both learn… the consequences of our actions.”
“What are y-you talking about?”
He rises to his feet, although rather shakily. Turning to face the wall, Venom presses himself against it and learns forward, jutting his hips out toward the robot with an eager grin. “Your punishment for leaving that attached during the workday… And my punishment for being so selfish.”
Robo-Ky sucks in a breath (or makes a sound akin to it) and tilts his head down. Venom’s backside is so damn close to his cock he’s almost resting it perfectly on his ass. He can still see his glistening cunt amidst thick white hair, waiting for any sort of stimulation… For a second, he’s gripped by nervousness and his lack of experience. Sure, they weren’t unfamiliar with the concept of sex, but Robo-Ky hadn’t even had this body for that long…
“Earlier… You said you wanted me to beg.” Venom’s voice is slightly hushed, but every word oozes with lust. “I didn’t want to beg for you, but it seems I’m no longer the one getting cold feet.”
“Wh–”
“Oh, please, Robo-Ky…” He raises himself onto the tips of his toes, shivering when he makes contact with the silicone dick, no longer warm from being in his mouth. “Please… We don’t have much time…”
His dick twitches again. This time even more desperate. God, this technology was really something. Did human erections ever get this hard? Because goddamn, Robo-Ky felt like his cock was about as hard as the alloy he’s built from.
“Please! ” Venom whines, biting his lip. “I don’t want to wait anymore!”
With a confused cry, Robo-Ky takes a half-step back, moving himself far enough away to properly rest his hands on Venom’s hips and align himself with his wet folds. His cock pulsates violently. Shit. He could cum just like this, with his tip ever so lightly grazing Venom’s lips–
But he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did.
“Give it to me…!” Venom pleads, gentle blue eyes narrowed and focused hard behind him. It’s rather obvious that he’s holding back from forcefully pushing himself off of the wall. The robot lets out a high-pitched keening (or maybe it was more of a whistle) through dense clouds of steam and opens his mouth, but no words come out. But he, too, had gotten impatient and had wrapped one hand around the base of his length, using it and the hand on Venom’s hip to guide himself deep inside.
Both would let out equally relieved moans, having finally gotten what they wanted from the very beginning. Robo-Ky’s fingers felt hot from being inside Venom, but his dick? The sensation felt even hotter. He was even tighter like this, and every inch that pressed inside made louder and louder whines escape from the robot.
“V-Venom…!” Robo-Ky gasps, slowly pushing his hips closer until he’s completely buried deep in his lover’s warmth. This attachment was built with hundreds of tiny sensors, all designed to mimic the feeling of human copulation as closely as possible. All the heat, the pressure, the wetness of it all… Really, it was a challenge to not cum right then and there. “G-God, you’re t-tight…”
His only reply was a desperate groan and a shudder. Seeing this as his cue to really get things moving, he took firm hold of Venom’s hips and began to slowly draw his own hips back, pulling himself out of Venom’s cunt until just a bit more than the head remained, then slammed forward with no further hesitation. Venom nearly screams out in bliss, blindly reaching behind himself to grab onto Robo-Ky’s wrist, letting him know how good he’s doing by the strength of his grip.
Robo-Ky’s thrusts are slow at first, properly stretching Venom and getting adjusted to his tightness, then they gradually pick up in speed until he’s fucking the man in full earnest. The room they were in was small, meaning there was no echo. Both could hear the sounds of sweat and fluid slicked skin slapping against metal as intimately close as they could even imagine, driving the both of them insane with lust. Hell, it was louder than in their own bedroom, and it collected their heat so well… Fuck, Venom finds himself distantly thinking, it feels like a sauna in here–!
“R-Robo-Ky–” Venom chokes out, his words difficult to make out between loud pants and sobs. “Robo-Ky–! Nnh-! Yes–!”
He could hardly focus with how powerful the pistoning of his mechanical partner’s hips was. Each thrust felt harder than the last, his cock filling him completely each time and jamming against a sensitive spot deep inside him, resulting in his cries only becoming louder, his tongue to loll, and the desire to chase this hot pleasure to only become stronger. “Fuck– F-Fuck–! A-Ah–!”
Every sensor in the robot’s body was on the verge of going haywire. His internal temperature had risen at an abnormal rate, and he was working overtime to stop himself from short-circuiting. That’d be bad, y’know? To suddenly shut off in the middle of hot, sweaty, mind-blowing sex? He shudders to think of the possibility of that even happening. The room had grown hazy with how goddamn hot it’d gotten in here. And thank goodness this wasn’t a storage room that contained any heat-sensitive or moisture-absorbing product. Robo-Ky could barely focus on work itself right now with how focused he was on wringing the most beautiful sounds out of his lover.
“V-Venom–! Nngh– D-Does this– Ah–! Does th-this f-feel good?” Robo-Ky struggles to ask, not even anticipating an answer. Venom only groans and scratches at the wall, the grip on his wrist almost bone-crushing (that is, if Robo-Ky had bones).
“H-Haah– R-Robo-Ky, I’m–!” Venom swallows hard, his tongue immediately falling back out of his mouth. There’s a deep, familiar heat swelling inside him, and as Robo-Ky’s thrusts become more precise, they’re becoming equally as sporadic. His hands are quivering on his hips, and the strangest sounds– his own version of “moans,” are much more hurried. He’s enjoying this just as much as Venom was. As heavenly of a feeling this was, Venom was reaching his peak and wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. “J-Just a little more–! I’m– A-Ah- Mm–! I’m cl-close–!”
Barely able to register Venom’s voice, Robo-Ky was detecting a few gauges were reaching critical levels, and several processes were dangerously close to failing. But he, too, could feel what felt like a “pressure” building up inside him, not one he was too familiar with yet, but knew what it was. He, too, was reaching a tipping point, dangerously close to release. He continued to buck his hips forward at an intense speed, getting lost inside Venom’s white-hot heat. All he needed was a tiny bit more to fully push him over the edge…
…And his wish would be granted in the form of Venom arching his back, screaming his lover’s name in euphoria while his entire body shuddered violently and his insides involuntarily tightened. The feeling of pure bliss ripped through Venom’s body like lightning, a feeling so intense his eyes rolled back. Between the singing of Robo-Ky’s name was the almost inhuman spluttering and sobbing of what few moans he could still manage before his voice would run hoarse, all composed in a beautiful symphony of pleasure that only Robo-Ky had the joy of hearing.
As wonderful of a display as it was, Robo-Ky couldn’t hold back with Venom’s insides clenching his cock so intensely. A fluid reservoir activated, and with one final thrust, he struggled to bury himself as deep as he could until an electrifying series of shocks coursed through his circuits, causing all active processes to go into overdrive as they desperately fought to keep his body powered on.
“V-Venom–! Venom–! Ah- I l-love you–!” He wails, pumping hot streams of synthetic cum deep into his lover’s cunt. “I l-love you–!”
Would that Venom could respond, but as the high of his orgasm faded, his entire body slumped. Robo-Ky did what he could to catch him, supporting his weakened figure while carefully removing himself (and not without his own struggles; his overstimulated cock would make his back buckle as the friction of pulling out continued to squeeze a few final spurts of cum out of him).
The two remained like this for what felt like ages (or approximately a few minutes, said Robo-Ky’s internal clock), settling in each other’s warmth and listening to nothing but their own labored breaths and Venom’s racing heartbeat. Robo-Ky could feel his cum dripping out of Venom, running down his thigh, and–
“Sh-Shit! My clothes!”
“Wh–?” Venom weakly looked over his shoulder, Robo-Ky was staring directly at his pants, which were never pulled that far past his thighs. “Ah– Oh. Oh. Shit. S-Sorry…” He attempts to move away, but stumbles over his own two feet and nearly falls over, resulting in him once again being caught in Robo-Ky’s careful embrace. “Th-This wasn’t such a good idea after all… H-How long were we in here, even?”
“Uh…” His voice was panicked. Not a good sign. “U-Um… N-Not that long! Y-Yeah, not long at all!”
“You’re lying.”
Robo-Ky growls in frustration. “F-Fine. Almost fifty minutes.”
“FIFTY?!” Venom scrambles upright, reaching down to pick up his pants and his underwear– he’ll worry about the cum dripping out of him later– and pulling them back on. “Y-You said thirty minutes! Thirty!”
“I’m sorry! I-I really am!” Robo-Ky raises his hands in defense. “I stopped paying attention when we really got into it… C-Can you really blame me? Can you even blame yourself?”
“I…” Venom shudders at the discomfort of cum collecting in his boxers. This combined with how gross and sweaty he’d gotten, all while still in uniform… God, I need a shower after this. “N-No, but we’re supposed to have opened our doors again twenty minutes ago! And I– No, we are in no state to even present ourselves to the customers!”
“Not you, at least.” Robo-Ky points to Venom’s jittering hands and weak balance. “I’m fine, though. B-But… Dammit, our clothes are ruined… And I said I was gonna clean up, too…”
“Who cares about–” Venom bites back a self-deprecating comment. He would only be chided for it. “Ugh– Just. Dammit! I don’t know what to do…!”
“Venom.” The robot’s voice is calm. Firm. Venom takes a deep breath upon hearing it. “Listen. This isn’t, uh, ideal, but we can still work like this. Hear me out.” He regretfully re-dresses himself as he speaks, grimacing at the discomfort that he only knew Venom felt a hundred times worse. “Hear me out.”
Venom shifts in place impatiently. His eyes are darting around the room as though he’s searching for something. Or rather, is scared of something finding them. “Make it quick.”
“Listen to me.” Robo-Ky approaches him slowly, wrapping his arms around Venom in a tight embrace. “Damn, you are sweaty.”
There’s a threatening bend in Venom’s arms that’s prepared to shove him away after making that comment.
“Okay, okay! Listen. We don’t have too much time until we close, right? So here’s what we’re going to do. Or rather, here’s what I’m going to do. You are going to go and clean up. I’ll man the shop by myself. Trust me.”
Well, it was a pretty solid suggestion. Venom sighs in defeat. “If we were closed, I would have liked the feeling of being behind the counter with a– Ahem . While there is a certain thrill to no one knowing what we just did, you’re right. I’m in a horrendous state as a result, and no doubt suspicious. It’s too risky to show my face the way it is right now.”
“And that’s why I’m making you go upstairs and shower.” Robo-Ky nuzzles Venom’s cheek in an attempt at affection, and the act is enough to make his face flush once again. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. Just take care of yourself.”
“I’ll be quick–”
“No, you take as much time as you need. This is my fault anyway, and I think I’ve… effectively learned my lesson.”
“No more leaving your dick attached during the workday.”
“Duly noted.” Robo-Ky says flatly, a pang of regret in his voice. “Now go. I’ll take care of things from here.”
Venom gives a final exhausted sigh and prepares to give the robot a tired kiss, which is reciprocated with twice as much vigor. “I e-enjoyed it at least. But can we do this again when we’re not open?”
“What, like roleplay?” Robo-Ky turns to grab Venom’s hat and apron left on the shelves and hands them to him. “I mean, sure! But yeah, not when we’re open. And uh– Just so you know, we’ve wasted an additional five minutes–”
“Fuck–”
“Go, go! Get!” Robo-Ky hurriedly shoos Venom out of the storage room, which upon having its door opened, the temperature difference nearly knocked both of them off their feet. Aside from not doing this while they’re open, the two silently agreed that it wouldn’t be done in such a tiny room with the door closed. Robo-Ky was about to make a half-witted joke about a homemade breadbox, but decided that the reaction he’d get for it would be something worse than a furious glare, and kept silent.
Watching his partner dash out of the room and carefully dodge the store windows, Venom dipped behind a curtain and vanished upstairs. Robo-Ky followed about a minute later, his apron tied back around his waist, effectively covering any stains that would be visible on his pants (and even then, they were black pants, so nothing would be visible to begin with). He moves to the door, unlocking it and removing the sign he’d hung up, wincing in regret for taking much more time than he’d desired.
But when he looked outside, he saw that nothing had changed. No angry customers wondering where they’d been for the last hour, no lines waiting for him… It was like nothing had happened, or time simply stood still inside the bakery alone.
His face was still rather hot, and it was plain on his face. The distinct sound of water running could be heard from above, but amidst the city chatter and everything else… it was hardly noticeable. Robo-Ky settles behind the counter, drumming his fingers on its surface.
The familiar sound of a bell rings, and he perks up, beginning his usual greeting.
It really was like nothing happened at all.