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Connor had never understood the appeal of two pairs of lips brushing together and lingering for an indefinite amount of time.
The first time he saw it between Markus and North, snow-smeared, victorious, their faces pressed together in something exclusively human.
There was a verb for it, kissing.
A coded sequence of intimacy designed biologically he’d filed it away like any other data point.
Irrelevant to his function until deviation.
Now with the soft pair of lips, warm and mobile, pressing against his, nothing in his extensive archives had prepared him for the reality.
It was not simple, mechanical or easily categorized.
The heat of your breath was filtering against his mouth, each shared inhale a tether between flesh and artificial warmth. He felt you lean closer, hands braced on his bare and broad shoulders and that contact alone set off a chain reaction beneath the surface of his skin.
Without his conscious input, the synthetic epidermis beneath your touch pulled back with a whispering shift, exposing the gray poly-alloy underneath.
He had not intended that to happen, the action wasn’t sanctioned by any internal command, governed by a different subroutine altogether that prioritized emotions.
Your mouth moved on his again, tender but with increasing pressure, lips molding to his with a rhythm he studied in real time, analyzing angles, moisture and breath, synchronizing the parting of his lips, followed by a brush of tongues, tentative and slow.
Each molecular detail was overwhelming and thrilling, your lips tasting faintly of sweat and mint.
Saliva viscosity: elevated.
Tongue pressure: pliant, inviting.
All of it fed into a rapid stream of data that his processors barely kept pace with, thirium pump output increasing by 17%. Blood-oxygen saturation in your cheeks, his visual HUD noted, had increased 21%.
Dopamine production had tripled.
Yet, all he could feel was your mouth, touch and the way your body responded.
When you finally pulled back, panting, lips slightly swollen, a thin line of saliva still connecting your mouths before it broke and fell warm on his chin, he followed, head tilting forward with instinctive hunger, eyes half-lidded, mouth open as if trying to pull yours back to his.
The same way he’d once chased deviants through the streets, calculating every route and movement.
Same urgency now but charged with desire.
He stopped, forehead pressed to yours, breath hot and stuttering against his skin, eyes half-lidded and glazed with a look that sent his temperature sensors skyrocketing. His chocolate irises adjusted subtly, framing every micro-expression of yours in high fidelity.
Skin flushed, pupils dilated 17.2%.
Upper lip twitching with the echo of a grin.
Your body was giving off enough heat that the space between you both had become a thermal halo.
A scan initiated on reflex.
Facial recognition: Affirmed.
Affection markers: 95.3%
Desire markers: 93.7%
Emotional trust variance: 89.1%
Cortisol: steady.
Oxytocin: spiking.
Adrenaline: minimal.
His thirium pump’s beat stabilized for a moment and his expression didn’t change considering he still hadn’t mastered how or when to show emotions on his face. Inside however, his code was unraveling and rewriting itself in waves of pure euphoria.
“You look like you’re processing a murder scene,” you murmured breathlessly, smiling up at him with a dazed little laugh, voice low and teasing. “I could’ve just gone to Eden Club for someone this stiff, y’know.”
Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips he’d just tasted and his LED blinked yellow, flickering fast. A vein of red sliced into it for the briefest moment, brown eyes settling down to your mouth, then back up.
The reference to Eden Club and that suggestion of you with a WR400 sexbot sparked an unfamiliar jolt through his chassis, sharp and possessive.
“I apologize,” he said, voice low, perfectly level. “I didn’t realize I was… failing to respond appropriately. I’ll act better.”
It wasn’t a joke, he meant it. His posture straightened slightly as if self-correcting but your eyes softened.
“Connor,” whispering softly his name, the teasing edge gone and your hand cupped his cheek, cool skin to cool metal with a LED now blinking blue, slowly.
Both corners of his mouth curled up, the intent of a smile was there as he leaned into your palm, head tilting.
The synthetic skin beneath your hand retracted again, revealing gray smooth plated, unblemished and almost glowing with soft blue warmth. He felt your thumb trace the edge of exposed polymer and for all his hyperadvanced tactile sensors, there was no difference in feeling, what really affected you was what the gesture meant.
He was trying to connect in a way deviants did.
It stung in a way, bittersweet warmth curled in your chest.
Connor’s larger hand reached up and curled around yours, fingers splaying, thumb tracing your knuckle. The skin there retracted too, pad of his thumb now a sleek surface, ultra-sensitive, visibly different but no less careful.
“I’m glad it’s you,” he whispered, almost inaudible. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.” His tone didn’t change but his hand squeezed yours.
“Maybe we should just start over, mh?” You couldn’t help the little laugh that left your mouth, nose brushing his.
His eyes sharpened. “Yes,” he said before leaning in fiercely, kiss not analytical with how he devoured you.
Lips crushing into yours, perfectly shaped and timed as he parted them just as you did, memory files aligning with real-time sensory feedback, head tilting to the right, nose brushing past yours as his mouth opened wider and the kiss deepened, tongue flicking along the seam of your lips before pushing in.
Licking slowly across your lower teeth, stroking along the curve of your tongue and matching your movements while also countering them. Your breath hitched and he noted 0.6 second delay in respiration, skin flushing darker from the 3.5°F increase in your core temp.
One hand dropped down your torso, mapping your chest and abdomen until it slid beneath your waistband and found your dick hard and waiting, fingers wrapping around your cock and the way he stroked you made it feel like he’d been programmed for this alone.
Slick and fierce as his fist pumped in a rhythm so perfect it could’ve been a heartbeat. Tight on the upstroke, palm twisting just under the head and wrist angling down on the slide.
It made you gasp into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, tongue driving deeper in it at that moment, synchronizing with the pulse of your pleasure without stopping.
You tried to breathe but his lips pressed firm against yours again and again, tongue dancing with yours as his hand pumped your cock with merciless finesse.
Internal scan initiated.
Testosterone: 143% base.
Endorphins: Flooding.
Semen production: 72% climax proximity.
Neural overload probability: 11%.
Scent pheromones: increasing.
Prostate stimulation: possible via digital insertion (optional - delay).
Heart rate: erratic.
Sweat gland activation: 78%.
Voice modulation: moaning, breathy, 7.8/10 intensity.
Your body was moving against his now, grinding into his fist and he adjusted, tightening the pressure, changing the angle slightly and your back arched, that noise you made got logged and archived.
Favorite file status: applied.
Recalibrated perfection, that was what Connor aimed for. Every brush of his tongue against yours and twist of his wrist stroking your cock was executed with exacting, rhythmic precision, each act of pleasure a step in a flawlessly executed equation.
Your body writhed under him, moaning into his mouth, hips jerking every time his hand swept up the length of your cock, squeezing just tight enough beneath the head to make your thighs twitch while his tongue assaulted yours, licking and mapping.
It felt off to you with how perfect and almost too mechanical everything was going.
Something about the sheer coordination of choreographing pleasure instead of feeling it with you. Every motion designed solely for your fulfillment and while that flattered and touched something deep inside your chest, that wasn’t what this was supposed to be.
Not just that.
You needed him, not a machine with an orgasm protocol.
So through the hot fog that curled in your brain, tongue nearly sucked dry, cock wet and aching from how goddamn perfectly he touched you, forcing your lips to part from his. “C—Connor… wait… wait—stop,” you whispered, chest heaving.
His mouth paused a moment before pulling back, forehead still brushing yours, not needed air caught in his throat, lips slightly parted.
Confusion bloomed across his face, brows furrowed and eyes flicking from your lips to your pupils, scanning. “Did I… do something incorrectly?” he asked, voice utterly sincere, low, trembling with an emotion that wasn’t fear but concern. “I’ve collected all the most relevant data to elicit maximal pleasure responses—”
“Connor,” you said softly, chest still rising and falling with every breath, “can I ask you for a favor?”
He blinked once, then again, slower, LED pulsing red once to make it clear he was thinking, before returning to yellow and willingly offering a nod.
You smiled nervously. “Could you… not sure how it works for you, but, like—close all connections? Stop searching for things and just be here with me?”
A pause, then he closed his eyes obediently.
LED blinking yellow as processes halted, paused and queued.
CLOSING TAB: “Best position to stroke cock manually (partner, male).”
CLOSING TAB: “Human male nipple erogenous zones. Optimal suction rhythm.”
CLOSING TAB: “Does switching kissing angle increase intimacy?”
CLOSING TAB: “How to moan naturally.”
CLOSING TAB: “Audio files: Partner moaning examples”
CLOSING TAB: “Thrusting angle simulator (VR Beta).”
CLOSING TAB: “Is calling him baby during intercourse okay?”
One after another and soon twenty-eight tabs closed, a cascade of little pings inside his head once windows snapped shut and connection offline.
When he opened his rich brown eyes again, he was no longer processing a web of inputs.
You had shifted in the moment his eyes were shut, now straddling him, thighs wrapped around his thick, warm ones, bare skin brushing synthetic silk, hips settling low, ass flush against the hard ridge in his briefs. The bulge was thick, hot even through the fabric and his thighs were just as warm and powerful.
His hands moved before that smart conscious mind gave the command, large palms sliding to your waist.
Whispering his name with a grin, lips just inches from his. “Took you a bit longer than I expected… thought I’ll just find a comfier place to really get started.”
His LED flashed yellow again, a spike of longing cut through him and he felt it like a pulse in the space where his thirium pump beat strongest.
His eyes dropped to really understand how close you were and his cock throbbed beneath your weight, rubbing just slightly against the soft part of your ass where your boxers were thin and damp with sweat.
“Ah… I…” He shuddered and that stutter made you ache. “I just… wanted to be sure you were satisfied with me.”
You cupped his face, thumbs brushing the line of his cheek. “Connor,” you said softly, forehead to his, “this isn’t a mission or something to accomplish.” You pressed your lips just beside his. “It’s just us. Do what you want with me, have fun.”
Something deviant snapped inside his code and programs, cock twitching again beneath your ass harder.
His eyes closed, LED swirling yellow again as he leaned in and kissed you on pure instinct and want. His mouth parted slowly, lips sliding to fit yours and head tilting just slightly to deepen it. You met him in kind, tongue sliding forward, licking along his lower lip before diving in and he moaned, low and quiet in his throat.
The kiss slanted, slowed and then grew hungrier and sloppier.
Even with eyes closed, data crawled across the edge of his vision due to his tongue making direct contact with one of your main bodily fluid.
Tongue temperature: +1.7°F
Heart rate: Elevated Dopamine: 372% baseline
Lung capacity: oxygen drop 7.4%
Detected need to breathe: imminent
So he broke the kiss just in time and you gasped as air filled your lungs again. He didn’t pull far, enough to lower his head, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Then, slowly, his mouth opened and he began leaving there wet, open kisses, lips dragging along your skin, then sucking just softly.
You trembled in his lap and he loved it.
Each noise you made fed and urged him forward, kisses tracing down your throat, over the curve of your collarbone until his lips caught a nipple, tongue flicking across it, then faster before he suckled gently, mouth forming a seal. You arched into him, hands gripping his shoulders while his own slid lower, down your side to the hem of your boxers.
Lower, slipping beneath the waistband. Large but soft and gentle palms finding the swell of your ass, kneading softly and squeezing. His fingers explored the curve of it, how pliant and perfect it felt in his palms, thumbs grazing the creases where thigh met cheek.
He moaned into your chest as you tried to keep a hold of your own moans.
“Don’t stop making those noises,” he whispered, lifting his mouth just a fraction. “Please. I like hearing them.”
“May I go further?” he kept that pleading and servient tone as his fingers teased just near your entrance.
You nodded, head rolling back as a hiss got caught on your lips.
He moved, pulling your boxers down, eyes never leaving yours as his fingers, soft and slicked with a bit of synthetic seed he gathered from his shaft, sliding between your cheeks and brushing your hole.
The first finger pressed in slow and warm.
“Is this okay?” he whispered and in response you moaned, nodding again.
He slipped deeper, curling slightly, gauging every twitch of your face, marveling at how warm and tight it felt around his finger, slick and eager. He added a second, scissoring gently, stroking in and out while his LED pulsed blue now.
Completely calm, focused and utterly obsessed.
“Still alright?”
You nodded, breathless and he barely smiled in an adorable and handsome way.
He didn’t expect your hand to move across the taut front of his boxers, it made Connor exhaled.
Lips parted and brows softened, forehead lowering and pressing against yours again as your palm flattened and you began to stroke him, slow at first, rubbing over the thick shape of him through the fabric before snaking inside.
His LED turned bright yellow, glowing steady now, feeling all of it.
He whispered against your lips, breath hot and breaking, voice reverent and low. “I didn’t think it would feel like this.”
You kissed the corner of his mouth; hand squeezing just a little tighter around him, base to tip, up and down. “Like what?”
“So good…” His hips twitched under your hand, cock straining against the boxer briefs as you dragged your hand again, pressing your thumb down the underside of the shaft where you knew the wires clustered tight, engineered to mimic pleasure but now seeming to generate it.
“I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted.” He murmured, voice fractured and awed.
That admission settled in your chest, pushing yourself closer, chest to his and kissed him again, soft and lingering, lips barely moving against his.
You leaned in, lips brushing his ear, voice soft and trembling with want. “Connor… do you want to go all the way?”
His reaction was instant ad he nodded hard and fast, LED blinking red for half a second, flaring up in the yellow like a spark catching dry leaves, tips of his fingers trembling slightly at your waist.
“Based on the pressure your body applied to my fingers of point seventy-nine kilograms per square centimeter, your body is ready for penetration. The fit should be…” he admitted, voice hoarse, forehead still against yours as he swallowed. “Perfect.”
“God, that’s the most Connor way you could’ve said that.” You laughed into his mouth but your cock twitched just from hearing him.
He lifted you with care as those big hands grasped your hips and you knelt over him, knees on either side of his warm, thick thighs. You reached down and tugged the waistband of his boxers beneath his cock as it sprang up immediately, hard and glorious, flushed deep with color, subtly glowing with circulating thirium that pulsed in pale blue beneath the skin.
Veined and broad, the tip wet with pre-slick, slightly tapered at the crown, but thick all the way down as you lined him up with your slick entrance and slowly, with both hands on his shoulders, you sank down.
The stretch was so deep your toes curled against the backs of his legs and your breath came out in sharp, wet pants, head of his cock pressed in with effort as Connor’s hips shuddered beneath you. God, you were so ready. Inch by inch, your body opened around him, hugging his length in slick warmth as gravity and want took you down.
Connor groaned the moment your ass met his thighs, whole body jolting.
“Ah—” he gasped, hands clenching hard at your ass, holding you fully seated on him as his LED flashed red now, deep and pulsing just like his cock fully inside your hole.
Wrapped around him so perfectly it stunned him, tight and pliant, body clenching around his cock with every breath. Pressure sensors along his shaft lit up in succession, reporting overwhelming feedback.
Penetration status: 100%
Constriction feedback: maximum
Heat: 104.2°F
Thirium pressure: elevated
Your hips shifted once, then again and Connor whimpered.
His forehead was on your shoulder now, mouth open, panting, hot air seeping against your collarbone while gripping his shoulders and began riding him, slow at first, lifting and lowering yourself along his cock, thighs burning, heart thundering.
Every time you came down, you felt the thick shaft grind against your prostate, pushing a groan out of your mouth.
“Fffuck… Connor—” His grip on your ass tensed, kneading each cheek as his hips began to move with yours, subtly at first, pushing up into your downward thrusts. The rhythm formed, wet, tight and perfect friction as your body met his with wet slaps and deep, muffled groans.
Bouncing now a little faster, feeling every single inch of him slide through your walls and stretch you wide.
His eyes were glassy like he was processing more than he could handle, groaning openly now, whispering your name against your throat, breath hitching every time your hole squeezed around him.
Your lips found his again, tongues brushing, teeth knocking as the rhythm got faster and rougher and his cock swelled inside, every throb pounding against your walls.
Then his arms suddenly locked around your back tight and he slammed you down hard.
Crying out as your cock pressed flush between your bodies and grinding into his sculpted abs, walls clenching down around him once he got shoved fully into your prostate and lit your nerves like fire.
He came as a guttural groan burst from his lips, jaw clenched as his hips jerked beneath you.
Ejaculation: Initiated
Synthetic seminal output: high
Pump duration: 6.2 seconds
Internal temperature: peak
Warmth flooded inside, pulse after pulse of thick synthetic cum filled your guts, the feeling too much and perfect as it pushed you over the edge. Your body tensed, back arched and your cock erupted between you, smearing hot against his abdomen as you moaned into his mouth, your body wracked with shudders.
Connor held you so tight and close, whispers on his lips between every breath.
For a long time, you didn’t move, his cock still buried inside you, softening slightly, your cum cooling between your bodies as the aftershocks rocking through you both.
He nuzzled your cheek, puppy eyes looking up at your glassy ones, almost like asking: again?