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The day had started out like any other, spending hours at a time with the objects in your home.
While you were happy to help them out or simply just spend time together, as the day went on you found yourself thinking more and more about one object in particular.
Your beloved Mac.
So, with one interaction left, you make your way into the office and aim the Dateviators at the computer on your desk with a giddy smile. When Mac appears, they aren’t sitting in their wheelchair like they usually do, instead they’re partially splayed out on top of the desk until they realize you’re there. Which doesn’t take long.
They quickly sit up, one arm positioned on the desk behind them to aid in the action. It’s then you also see that they don’t have their jacket either. A quick glance off to the side shows it folded neatly on their wheelchair. They must have been using the desk to stretch out, you figure.
“My love, you’re here! My whole system has missed you terribly!” They exclaim, fully sat up now and aiming their hands at you in a grabby motion that you can’t help but giggle at. “I’ve missed you too Mac.”, you say as you saunter over to them, letting out a content sigh as you both wrap your arms around each other. “Today was a handful, but I can’t imagine anything that could be better than spending the rest of my evening with you.”
“Mm, you are such a flatterer.” Mac murmurs softly, their hand raising to lovingly caress your cheek, thumb moving in small stroking motions as they gaze at your face. They look at you with an intensity that could rival that of the sun, with so much love in their eyes that one would think you put the very stars in the sky just for them. They remain like that for a bit, just taking in your features like they’re trying to memorize every inch to save in their memory system, all while having the most lovestruck smile. It’s then that you kiss them. A small smooch on the bridge of their nose, then another on their cheek, and then the other.
They let out a breathy little laugh as they’re ruthlessly attacked by kisses. Shoulders shaking, they inadvertently jostle Roni in the process.
Roni, with a few quiet squeaks, slinks down Mac’s arm, rolling onto the desk to get themself out of the line of fire.
“Stop- stop it! That’s not fair!”
Mac gasps out through the laughing, quickly firming their grasp on your face, rendering your attacks completely useless, though with the giant smile on your face, it’s clear that their grip isn’t causing any discomfort. They then take it upon themself to ‘turn the tables’ as one would say if they were human, perfectly copying your ruthless kisses and using them against you. “See?”, they say in between kisses, “Very. Very. Unfair.”
They find themself getting lost in your features again, this time for only a brief moment before they lean in to kiss you properly. It starts slow, chaste even, their lips softly pressing against your own joined by a soft sigh. You feel their hands move from your cheeks to the back of your head and neck. The action causes you to shiver, feeling their blunt nails subtly dragging against your scalp, and you melt against them with an echoing sigh of your own.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
You feel the smirk tugging on their lip before you’re pulled up fully against them, the top of your hip pressing against the edge of the desk as you’re led by their hands. Your own hands scramble to brace your extra weight against the top of the desk, leaving you at an angle you can only imagine makes you look pitiful. You don’t have time to think about it, or anything really, before you feel just the slightest graze of teeth against your bottom lip. They don’t waste any time when you immediately fold and open your mouth ever so slightly, a small breathy sigh following the action.
Mac swears they can feel the audio input buzzing through their CPU and it takes everything in their processors to remember that you need to breathe. So, they kiss you, needy but slow. Their tongue drags against your bottom lip, following their teeth, before slipping into your mouth with a desperate groan. They keep kissing you like that for a bit, all teeth and tongue, barely slipping past your lips just to tease you until they hear a positively undignified and impatient whimper come from you. It’s then that they quickly double their efforts.
You feel dizzy in the best way, head spinning and lips buzzing from their kissing that you try your best to keep up with, the air mixing with the sound of your lips parting and the moans and whines coming from the two of you. You swear you can feel spit slowly trailing down your chin but you can’t think long enough to know as they kiss you deeper, their tongue overtaking yours with languid strokes.
You don’t know how much time passes before they finally have mercy and pull away, the string of saliva that breaks between the two of you affirming that you had, in fact, definitely felt spit on your chin before. But, once again, you don’t have much time to think before you feel Mac sloppily kiss from the corner of your mouth, down to the edge of your jaw and then softly latching onto the side of your neck, feeling the jump of your pulse beneath the skin.
Their hand slips up to cup the back of your neck as they work, sucking a hickey that’s almost all teeth into the skin. They seemed to predict how you would respond to the stimulation, as when your head falls back with a sharp moan, their hand supports it before it can fall too far back, fingers sturdily curling into the roots of your hair in a way that has you trembling.
They pull their mouth back however, much to your dismay, before looking at your neck like they’re analyzing a line of input code. They seem to think of something, catching their lip between their teeth and leaning back in to press a few chaste kisses against the column of your throat before speaking.
“Can I mark you some more, my love?” they ask, looking up at you with hooded eyes, their beautiful green nearly swallowed completely by their blown out pupils, it takes your breath away. “Just a couple bytes, please, you’d look so pretty with them.”
And Christ, when they ask like that, all sweet and needy and ragged, you can’t deny them.
You also couldn’t have known exactly what you had just gotten yourself into.
Nothing seemed suspicious at first, how could it, when they drag their teeth against your neck so perfectly? They take their time with you, teasing every spot they mark with a kiss and a lick, before biting and sucking with a force that has you seeing sparks. They only remove themself to make another mark when they’re satisfied with their results, one after another, almost in a perfect line around your neck.
Just when you think they’ve had their fill, having made a collar of eight dark, throbbing marks along the hollow of your throat, you’re proven wrong when they practically tear your shirt off of you.
Mac has never wanted to send something straight to the recycle bin more than that damned shirt.
With one hand they hold your hip, gently squeezing the soft skin there as their other hand moves up to press right beneath your bare chest, lifting it slightly. Honestly it’s a wonder you’re still standing upright.
“Y-you weren’t kidding when you- when you said you missed me, huh?” You manage to get out, your breaths still heavy from all the dizzying stimulation. It takes Mac a moment to reply, their intense gaze raking over your upper body, taking in all the soft skin and curves, watching the way your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. Eventually, however, they meet your eyes once more.
“You, my love, are the source code of my very being. There is not a moment that goes by when we aren’t interfacing together that I don’t miss you, that I don’t need you.” They say softly, their grip on your hip tightening in an almost grounding manner. Your breath catches in your throat, so overwhelmed by love, it nearly renders you speechless.
Nearly.
“Show me.” you manage to breathe out pleadingly. “Keep going.”
And who are they to refuse such a command?
They pepper kisses along your chest, preening at all the soft noises it draws out of you. It isn’t long before they get back into their rougher rhythm, their playful nips turning into longing bites as they give you even more marks. They leave no spot left untouched, hickeys surrounded by indented rings of teeth scattered across your chest, your collarbone, your shoulders, even back up to your neck, just below the previous marks. Unbeknownst to you, all the marks they leave seem to be in scattered groups of eight. A little computer secret for you to decode later...
You don’t even get to catch your breath before you feel their hot breath tickling the spot just slightly below your ear.
‘Oh fuck-’. Is all you manage to think in your muddled brain before they’re biting down and sucking hard. A bit harder than their previous bites had been, admittedly. You nearly go limp with a sharp gasp, eyes screwing tightly shut before your body suddenly locks up and you’re nearly crying through an orgasm you hadn’t even seen coming. You feel like you’re floating but yet feel so heavy as well as you come down, legs shaking as you try to catch your breath. You’re flushed completely scarlet at the realization of what just happened. You knew you were sensitive, but you didn’t know you were that sensitive.
When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Mac, who honest to god looks like they’re one keystroke away from completely bluescreening. But despite how they look they’re still fully focused on you. You realize then that they’re cupping your cheek, softly rubbing the skin with their thumb in a soothing motion.
“I don’t know whether to kiss you better or to make you do that for me again.” they admit breathlessly.
“You could do both.” you say teasingly, a slight laugh in your voice from the absurdity of what just happened.
They settle for just kissing you for now, taking their time with each loving kiss to let you recover lest they overclock you, holding you close as they do. However, as the kisses get just a bit heavier, you try to take things into your own hands. You slip your hands under the edge of their shirt, sliding it up just slightly before another pair of hands stop you.
“What are you planning, hm? Did I say I was done with you?” they ask, tone teetering towards stern but their smug expression says otherwise. They’re testing you, you just know it. And so you tug at their shirt again, managing to get it up just enough to expose their soft belly before they’re grabbing your wrists. They take it a step further and pull you up on top of them, your legs now extra supported by the unwavering strength of the desk beneath the two of you.
“I want to touch you.” you whine out, your hips shifting to get comfortable against Mac’s. “Please.”
Mac coos, the sound rolling off their tongue like a mocking pity.
"Uh-uh. As much as I love your sweet clicking, my directive to have you again overrides any command you try to use right now."
And with that, they grip your hips, fingers settling just beneath the waistline as they guide your hips against them. They do it for you a few more times before stopping the movement and looking at you expectantly.
“Come on, gorgeous, you can be good and grind on my hard drive, can’t you?” they tease, internally beaming with pride at how quickly it manages to get you flustered and shy. You quickly show that you can, in fact, be good. You’re always good for them.
It doesn’t take long for you to find a good rhythm, hips stuttering as you grind against them. With a furrowed brow, they reluctantly stop you again with a shaking groan, but only for a brief moment. Then, in an act of what you assume to be pure desperation, they tug your sweatpants down, adjusting themself to make sure they could be taken off completely before doing the same with their capris. Underwear be damned, they can feel you against them better now, they can deal with still having underwear on. Besides, seeing the damp patch on the front of yours was really making their CPU overheat, so what if they were a freak for your new underwear, sue them.
You could barely keep up, mind blanking as you hump against them with reckless desperation. Mac notices, of course, and they move their hips to match your pace, their hands gripping your waist tight to keep you moving with them.
“There you go, that’s it. Stay- oh just like that, yes- stay with me, you’re doing so good.” They praise, voice airy as they try to focus on you. “Come on, gorgeous, fuck- keep going!”
You follow on instinct, your breaths coming out in ragged, whining pants. It doesn’t take long before you reach that edge and just before you cum you hunch forward and kiss Mac like they’re the only thing keeping you tied to reality, whatever that was anymore. Frankly you didn’t care, right now all you cared about was Mac, Mac-
“F-fuck- Mac–” you moan, voice half muffled against their lips as you tremble through your orgasm. It doesn’t take long for Mac to follow suit, between the feeling of you still grinding against them and the sight of the dark patch on your underwear spreading across more of the fabric, it’s a miracle they don’t flat out crash as they cum with a pathetic sounding groan. You keep grinding against them, slowly, helping them ride it out for just a bit longer.
“Oh, god!” They whine, their voice absolutely wreaked. “Okay, okay, n-no more, please you’re gonna break my brain.” they finish off with an exhausted chuckle.
You stop, adjusting your body just slightly until you can gently flop on top of them in a way that’s comfortable for both of you. You take the time to press gentle, tired kisses against their nose before kissing them softly on the lips. They wrap their arms around you, pulling away with a hum.
“You really know how to stress test my system, don’t you, bug?” they tease.
“You like it.” you say back with a giggle.
“That is definitely affirmative.” they concur, finishing the statement with a kiss to your forehead.