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It’s five drones in the room, or more than three and less than ten. He used to be hyper aware of them at all times. Not anymore.
SecUnit isn’t here, it doesn’t need to be. Face down on the covers and already spent twice over, Gurathin doesn’t mind. He is thankful for the reprieve. That is, until he isn’t.
He doesn’t make a sound when the drone lands on his ass and starts slipping between his cheeks. It’s unexpected, but he isn’t about to fight it.
[Status request] - It sends over the feed, like it’s not acutely aware of his present physical and emotional state.
A ping in response is all he can manage, the drone squirms inside him, making him jerk his hips at the intrusion.
SecUnit sends him an amusement sigil. Of course it’s watching.
He resists the urge to curl into a ball when it starts intermittently pulsing. Fisting the sheets, he does his best to hold on to his sanity as it travels deeper inside him at a steady pace. He wonders how he’ll get it out, but a quick burst of energy through the feed reminds him, this is no time for thinking.
When it gets to its destination and starts aggressively vibrating against his prostate, Gurathin muffles a scream against the pillow.
Two more drones land on his lower back, cool metal on his overheated skin. This time, SecUnit skips the status request.